Wishing Star [Harry Styles]

18 || Safety

"Thank you for everything."

"It's okay." He whispered. "I'm glad that I came at a right time and I'm happy that you're alright."

He smiled at me one last time before we both straightly walked out of the dark room of the man who just tempted to touch me not so long ago. I feel so numb right now. I silently walked into the busy crowd of the party, ignoring the fact that I am barefoot and no shoes on. We were both greeted by confuse and random stares from people as me and Harry reached the exit of the mansion.

The cool breeze hit my body as I moved into Harry's body more for warm. He noticed my freezing as he wrapped his strong arms that was already around me tighter, almost side hugging me. Even though he's shirtless and it's freezing cold, he still didn't show any bits of complaining and continues to stand up as a man. I couldn't believe that he saved me.

I don't know him and he also don't know me but something about in this man that was walking with me right now . . . intrigues me the most. Wishing at a star seems to happened at movies and fairy tales but in this situation - I don't even know what to believe anymore. I am not sure where he came from and I don't know if he's telling the truth but at the same time, it's complicated for me and I wish I could just wake up some day with answers placed completely in front me.

I need answers and explanations.

I shake my head to remove the thoughts off my mind as we both arrived a black SUV that I recognize that it was the same one that Tyler has. Harry opened the door for for me and he helped me climb up into the passenger seat with his hands carefully supporting my arms.

I almost wanted to cry again at the way he was touching me. He is so soft as if like he is holding a fragile glass in his hands, so careful not to break it. He is afraid to break me.

Once I'm comfortable with my seating position, Harry shut the door beside me and makes his way at the other side and into the driver's seat. I fix his shirt that was buttoned at my body and I can't do anything but smile at how huge his shirt was with me. It ends at my middle thigh.

Harry jumped into the driver's seat with small groans when something hit his arm. He shut the door beside him and a huge long moment of silence took over the both us. I looked up at him to see that he is just blankly staring at the road with a straight look on his face while his fingers slowly playing with the car keys in his hand..

It was silent but only the keys that keeps on hitting each other is the only sound you could hear inside of the car.

I can't describe what he looks right now. He is so difficult to read. I ripped my eyes away from him and placed them instead at the road, doing the same thing with him I straightened my body and put my hands flatly on my lap and looked down.

Crash.

Warm hands.

Drunk people.

Hatred.

And Lust.

Things that happened earlier this evening are the worst moments that I'd experience at my whole life living. I have never in my life - treated like that. I always treated softly by my family and I never thought that I will be going to feel all those awful things. I can't believe that I'm finally facing the real world.

Harry finally breaks the silence as he strongly punched the steering wheel infront of him, making me flinch. I wipe the dried tears out of my face and I probably look pathetic right now because of my scattered makeup.

"Are you okay?" He breathily asked and I can feel his intense gazed digging holes through me. I gulped to myself and shook my head. Tears started to threaten to fall out but I fight my urge to stop them.