I've Never Loved...

Stole My Heart

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He dragged me down the alley way and shoved me against the heard brick wall. His foot pressed down on mine, completely enabling me to move. My arms were brought above my head and locked in place. Hard, wet lips plunged down towards mine as I squirmed. The hold on my wrists became tighter. I shrieked as the man's spare hand rested on my thigh. I ducked my head and tried to break away but I found it impossible. A loud scream came out of my mouth my quickly his hand moved to block my mouth, but I bit his finger. Obviously, he didn't agree with that and he lifted his knee to knee my in the stomach, which made me keel over, leaning into his body. I hated the stench of his overpowering after shave filling my nostrils. There was no point in trying to push him off as I would just waste all of my energy and he was 10 times stronger than me. He brought his puckered  lips onto mine. The taste of his lips on mine was terrible!

Tears streamed down my face as I played the events of the day in my head. How did I go from feeling perfect to feeling like shit in the space of the few hours? I carried on this torture for a few more minutes, not having a clue how to save myself. His hands were placed against my body as I bit his tongue. He was determined to keep my though. And then it sprung to mind. He was the one texting me. He was the one who caused Harry to say all of those hurtful and unnecessary things to me. He was the one who caused my pain. My thoughts were abruptly stopped as his heavy body was pulled of me.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Harry screamed at the man.

He shrugged his shoulders and then sauntered off. I couldn't believe it. Anger grew in Harry's eyes. Did he think that I wanted that man all over me? No, of course not. He knows deep down that I respect myself and my reputation. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked up at him. I felt so ashamed so I looked back at the ground, letting my hair cover my face, I didn't want him seeing me like this. One of Harry's big hands cupped my chin, gently forcing me to meet his eyes. I couldn't stand that so I shut them tightly, wishing to shut out the world. His arms withered around my back, moving me from against the hard stone wall to his warm embrace. He stroked my hair, trying to make me feel better. Obviously he felt guilty of what he said to me earlier and that what happened was potentially his problem and he needed to solve it. But then I remembered the last image I saw of him. It was him, lying limply on the grass and mouthing off at me. He hadn't said one word to me but he took my hand and lead me from the alley way. This is when he got a proper look at me. Black streaks ran down my cheeks from my ruined eye make-up and I could tell that my hair was in tatters . Not my best look, I grant you. He shook his head but I didn't know if it was at the  state of me or at the man. He nodded his head in the direction to his house, indicating that that was where we were going. It was so close, we could amost see it through the tree's. I guessed that no one was home as I knew he would want the time to ourselves and he didn't want to go through the hardship of him explaining what happened. 

Harry fumbled in his pocket, looking for the key to unlock the door. It swung open and I stepped inside. I went straight into his living room and fell back on the sofa. I put my head in my hands to hide the shame.

"I see you've made yourself at home!" Harry quietly joked. I let out an almost unrecognisable smile and he came an sat next to me. He didn't need to speak because I started telling him what happened immediately. I went through all of the events, hardly pausing for air. His hand rested on mine, for moral support. Once I'd finished telling  the story I could tell that Harry was almost lost for words. I looked at his face and studied the bruising. He'd got a black eye and a badly cut lip. There was no blood or marks on his hands so he couldn't have tried to fight back. I next start on how I think it was the man who was texting me and how I was now terrified. I couldn't face going back home because, judging by the texts I'd received he knew where I lived. 

"Look, text your mum and tell her that you're staying at mine tonight. Okay, babe?" He said the last word quiter, as if he wasn't sure if he was allowed to say it. Like he didn't think it was right by how he'd spoken to me earlier. I agreed with this.

"Come on, we both need some rest. We'll feel much better in the morning." We walked up the stairs to his room. I didn't have anything clean to sleep in so Harry handed me a T-shirt to wear. I went into the bathroom and changed. It hung loosely on me, very loosely. It came down almost all the way to my knees. I walked out and Harry was already in bed, tracing the pattern of the pillow next to him. I lifted up the covers on the other side of his double bed and climbed in. His bed smelt of him and that soothed me so much. I tucked my knees up to my chest and Harry wound his arms around me, placing a kiss on my neck.

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