Saved (a harry styles fan fic)

Part 3

"Are you okay,love?" Asked the man who came to my rescue. His hair matched the same deep chocolate brown as I possessed. But a big difference between us, was his piercing emerald green eyes that sparkled endlessly.

"Im a little shaken up. But thank you.. For your help."

"Of course. Do you want something for your cheek?"

"Um sure. Thanks"

He led me behind the counter and into the back room of the bar. The room contained a small fridge and extra cups and glasses. The man opened up the freezer and whipped out an ice pack and gently offered it to my bruising mark. 

"I'm Harry by the way" he said with a smile presenting his adorable dimples.  

"I'm Ally." I said offering my hand to him for a friendly shake. 

"That's a beautiful name." He said lowering his head a bit. His hands still smoothing the ice pack over my wound. 

"Thank you" I said smiling shyly. The cool touch of the ice pack felt refreshing on my cheek. Harry lifted it up now and then to run his thumb over the small purple mark adorning my face. His touch mixed with the coolness of the ice pack, sent a shiver down my spine. Harry's concentrated look, furrowing his eyebrows and teeth grazing his lower lip, was undeniably sexy. I soon found my self staring up at him admiring is physique. But, my adoring gaze was cut short as harry locked eyes with mine. I turned my head to the side, my face turning a light Scarlett. Harry placed a hand on my chin and brought it back to its original position. 

"Hold still." He said with a light chuckle. 

After about 5 minutes of talking with the ice pack to my cheek, harry determined that I should be fine without ice until I got home. Harry took my hand in his very large one, and led me back out into the crowded bar.  

"Ally are you okay?!" Said Kaleanne rushing over to me, pulling herself away from an attractive young man. 

"I'll be fine. Thanks." 

"That's good!" She said happily skipping back to her flirt buddy. I spun back facing harry, but now from the other side of the bar.  

"Can I get you something to drink, Ally?" 

I nodded in reply. This was one of the perks of living in London. The drink age here is lowered to 18, while in the states it would've been 21. 

"You must have to deal with that kind of thing allot. The bar fights." 

"Yea sometimes it gets pretty bad. But I only get seriously involved, when a beautiful girl is in danger.." He said while showing his prominent dimples and sending me an adorable wink. I giggled to myself and smiled sweetly up to him, knowing our impending conversation would go well into the night.