Take Good Care

Lost

As soon as we got to the hotel, I ran to my room locking the door, and began to quietly sob. I had no clue why this strange man was after me and found me time after time. I also felt guilty for putting the boys in a bizarre situation and drawing attention to myself. I just wanted to protect myself, figure things, out, and complete this "nanny" task. And the only person I would get any of these answers and explanations from was my father. 

"Hello?" my father answered the phone.

"Dad, it's me." I said, my voice shaking in anger. 

"Hey, Dom, what's wrong?" He sensed my anger. He knew what was coming.

"You need to start explaining things to me because right now I feel more lost and in danger than ever before because of your line of work, whatever it may be. Tell me NOW what is going on or I'm coming home." I said, trying to stand my ground.

"Dominique, don't be upset or angry. And you're not leaving this job until I say that you're done, ok?" my father said in a frustrated voice.

"No! You can't tell me what to do anymore! I want to leave! I'm 18 and I can, you have no control over this! I don't feel comfortable, I don't want to babysit for who knows how long, and I don't want to fucking tag along with a boy band! Please have some consideration for me!" I begged.

"Dominique, I'm really sorry. I never wanted to put you in this position, and you know that. A lot of things though are out of my hands with my job. But listen, if things go the way my partner and I suspect them to go, you can be out of there in no time. Everything will fall, you will be standing, helping me, and this will be the last thing I ever ask of you. I promise. I love you." my father said with confidence in his words.

"I love you more. I'm trusting you, Dad." I said with tears in my eyes.

"I know. Just try to relax. I will put all my efforts into protecting you and I will make sure that man does not come after you again. I have to go now, sweetie." my father hung up the phone.

My Dad's words were my last hope. He has never failed to save me before, but this time, things were different. I didn't have anyone I truly trusted around me. The boys were a bit odd, but friendly. But, forget that because they probably hated me now for my little scene in the airport. Lou seemed to really like me, but she had to because I was taking care of her only child. I felt terribly lost, upset, lonely, and ultimately, homesick. Nothing felt alright.

I suddenly heard a knock at my door. I wiped away my tears and fixed my mascara I so horribly smudged. I patted my hair, and then answered the door. It was Harry. He was looking down at the ground with one arm propped up on the door frame, the other in his pocket. He looked up at me with sympathy in his eyes.

"Is everything alright, Dom?" Harry asked sincerely.

"Yes, fine. Just needed a bit alone time to collect myself. Don't worry about me!" I faked a smile.

Harry shook his head. "I don't believe you. I can see right through you right now. You don't want to burden anyone because you don't really know them and think you've upset us. But you haven't upset me or made me angry. I care about you Dom. I have a feeling you're going to be with us for a while and it's important to me you're ok so there's a positive energy between us. And everyone else." 

I looked at Harry in confusion. I wanted to be mad that he thought he knew me and could fix me. But there was something so genuine about his words, about the worry in his eyes and warm in his touch when he held my hand. 

"Harry listen, I really appreciate you going out of your way to make sure I'm ok but I'm a big girl. I'm not going to come crying to you every time some little mishap occurs. And to be honest, by the way things are looking, I may be out of here way sooner than expected." I said with bitterness on my tongue. 

Harry scrunched his eyebrows as his jaw dropped. He walked into the room very irritated, throwing his hands in his brown shiny curls. "I don't get you, Dominique. I'm trying to be your friend and be there for you and you won't take my hand. You rather fall alone, with your pride. And why do you want to leave so quickly, huh? Have I really been that horrible of a person to you? Just when I think I'm getting on with you, you pull this shit. You act cold. You build up walls. Just stop, I'm not judging you or going to use you!" Harry said with a raspy voice.

"I've been like this my whole life, and no matter what you think you can do, you can't change me. And you're not a horrible person, Harry. It's just nothing is familiar anymore and I don't have a clue of what is going on with this man chasing me! Do you really want to be put in harm's way just to be my friend?!" I shouted.

"You need to open yourself. You need to open your heart. Life would be much easier for you and you wouldn't feel so alone and confused. And yes, I wouldn't care to be in danger if it meant you felt ok." Harry's eyes awaited my answer. I was in complete shock. Why did he care so much about me? It scared me. No boy has ever put this much effort into me. I'm too difficult. I'm too selfish, emotional, and self-determining. Usually the things boys tried to avoid with me were the things Harry tried to understand, break through, and demolish. 

"Please don't do this to yourself. You don't need to be alone. You don't need to feel already so misunderstood and unwanted." Harry said, begging for me to let him break through my shield.

I dropped my head to my right shoulder, raising my eyebrows at Harry. A few tears started to collect in my eyes. Harry stepped closer to me and wiped the tears away with his thumb. As his jade green eyes looked into my eyes, he seemed to look through my soul. He had that affect. His dark pink lips then placed a kiss on my forehead and held me tight. My blood pressure started to boil as my heart thumped furiously and my stomach dropped to my feet. 

"It's ok. Cry." Harry said, rubbing my back and caressing his fingers through my hair. 

And so I did. I let my guard down, and trusted Harry. Something had changed in me. But suddenly, my father's words clicked into my head and I immediately felt guilty for Harry putting all of his trust and efforts in me.

"Everything will fall."