Harry P.O.V.
It all happened in a matter of seconds.
The battered girl awakened, curling away from us, shuffling in apparent fright.
Her eyes burned into my own, an angered, dazed glare locking her expression. I shared an apprehensive look with Louis, unsure of how to address the girl. Cautiously, I went down on my knee. It was a calculated movement, slow and steady.
The frightened look subsided from her features, nervous eyes replacing them. I studied her.
Soft and frail, she looked so defeated. A question hung from my tongue.
"What's your name, love?"
"Um . . ."
Her eyes flicked back and forth between Louis and I.
***** Hashtag sorry for the ridiculously short chapter. I promise the next one is longer babes.
