Never | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

forty one.

I grab the remains of my dress with trembling hands as I step away from the drunk man I never knew existed inside Bruno. He doesn't bother trying to stop me as I rush out of the room shaking uncontrollably.

I lost my sense of time in there..underneath that animal. It felt like hours, but as I rush up the grand stair case I see it's still as dark as it was when I first arrived home with Harry.

I cover my mouth, trying my best to muffle the sobs I want to release so badly but I don't want to wake anyone. I just want to get my things and get the hell out of here.

I throw open my bedroom door, quickly locking it behind me in case Bruno tries to come up and try anything else.

"Finally," Harry whispers, standing up from the chair he's been sitting in clearly waiting for me to come up to my bedroom to surprise me.

The smile on his face falls as he takes in my trembling tear stained appearance.

"What-what happened," he stutters softly rushing toward me for comfort. His cold hands remind me of the frigid couch I lay on naked and I begin shaking even harder, pushing him away.

"Bianca..." He says pleadingly trying to take me into his arms.

I shake my head no at him, unable to find the voice I so desperately used to try to escape. I just wanted to shower and wash away the disgusting feeling that covered every inch of the body that I felt was no longer mine but of whoever could over power me.

I push past Harry and rush into the bathroom where I tear off this filthy dress, and bra tossing them into the trash. I can feel Harry's presence in the bathroom as I turn the shower on, putting the water as hot as it'll go. He's silent now, it's evident that something is wrong with me but he knows there is no use in questioning me, he knows I'll talk when I'm ready. I don't even want to think about it right now..I just need to get myself out of here..

I get in the shower, struggling to shut the door, when Harry walks over and shuts it for me. I grab my loofah scrubbing away at every inch of skin I can. I'll rinse then scrub all over again when I hear harry sigh with a heart broken confused look on his face. I know he wants to be here for me and right now all he can do is sit back and analyze..not much else.

I keep scrubbing, my skin is red and my hand feels like it's tiring out but I just can't stop..I can't stop scrubbing away the disgusting feeling.

I rinse again, beginning to scrub at my shoulder where Bruno's whiskey lips replaced the sweet lips of Harry. And suddenly I'm thinking about it, and I'm crying..I think I've been crying the entire time now I just didn't notice because of all the water. But now I know for sure I'm literally sobbing, I allow myself to fall to the floor of the shower, allowing the hot water to engulf me. It was hotter on the floor of the shower, since the steam had no where to run..just like me. It felt like hell, maybe because I had just met the devil.

I cry harder when I realize I've stopped scrubbing. I try to keep the same fast pace I had scrubbed in before but I can't and that's when he opens the shower door, fully clothed, shoes in all. He steps in, shielding me from the water for a moment, adjusting it slightly before lowering himself to his knees, taking the loofah and me into his arms and scrubbing for me. He doesn't know what happened or why I was doing this but he didn't question me..he was here the only way he knew he could be.

The water slowly begins to run lukewarm, Harry then moves on to my hair, washing it as best he can with the position he has me sitting in. He rinses it, covering my eyes with one hand before shutting the water off and stepping out, dripping water all over the linoleum floor, to wrap me in a towel.

He follows me out of the bathroom, still soaking wet, simply watching me, staying close like a shadow. I grab a pair of sweatpants and a sweater after putting my bra and underwear on, the sound of drips of water falling from Harry's body is calming to me, reassuring me that I was safe now.

I then grab a suitcase from the closet and begin to throw random articles of clothing in, filling it until it's full. I struggle with the zipper, my dripping wet shadow stepping in to help me, shutting it with ease.

"You're leaving," He asks, almost more of a statement. I force myself to look into his confused green eyes and fight the urge to throw my arms around his wet body and cry. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to be here and think of anything that happened. I just wanted to forget..at least for a little while.

I nod, taking the suitcase from him.

"Then I'm leaving too," He tells me, turning around to leave the room. I watch as he shuts the door and for a second I panic, wondering if he meant leaving me. I stand there frozen, I had expected Harry to leave with me. He was my protection, I wanted to forget but I didn't want to be alone.

The door opens before I can reconsider my plan and in walks Harry, damp hair, track pants and a sweater with a small backpack in his hand. With the other hand, he reaches out to me.

"Let's go."