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Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

I couldn’t help but weep as Harry held me close on the couch. My life had been in danger twice and I’d only known Harry for less than 48 hours. I didn’t know what to do but something drew me closer to him and I felt so safe when he was around. I knew he was trouble and I now knew just how angry he could get. This was the first boy that I had really interacted with and he was one that I was genuinely frightened of. I was only 16 and Harry was clearly a lot older, so I had no idea what had already been through in the years that I didn’t know him.

“Don’t cry beautiful, I’m here.” He whispered to me which gave me instant goose bumps over my body. He was sat on the couch with me on his knees. He large soft hands were rubbing over my back in circular motions to try and comfort me and to help me stop crying. The pain in my neck was intense but it had finally stopped bleeding and already the blood was drying around the gash. He gently rubbed over the cut which made me flinch and he frowned and gently pressed a kiss onto the wound.

I sat upright, sniffling to force the tears back. Harry smiled, his dimples once again making an appearance in his pale cheeks. His teeth were perfect. Not a crook in them. The boy that I was currently sat on top of was clearly one of the most perfect boys I’d ever seen in my life. He gently tugged me into his chest and I rested my head on his shoulder. I didn’t know why but I felt so relaxed around Harry and I didn’t feel that I needed to be worried about him leaving. I had had no male attention in my life at all. I had no father, my grandfather had passed before I was born, I had no siblings and boys really took no interest in me at all, so to have Harry being so protective over me gave me satisfaction.

"Harry?" I quietly spoke. He nodded to show that he was listening. "How did you know someone was hear? Because I didn't send the message to you in time before he snatched the phone away from me" I quietly wept. "What phone have you got?" he questioned. "iPhone" I replied. "Well it's touch screen, so he must have pressed it as he took it away from you" he explained. I nodded, not quite believing my luck.

I quickly glanced at the clock that hung on the wall. 11:53pm. I sat up, looking into Harry’s sparkling green eyes. “It’s getting late” I croaked. Harry smiled and stood up, still holding me in his arms. I clung onto his neck so that I didn’t fall and he gently carried my upstairs to my bedroom. I felt scared on the entrance of my room as the last time I had been in the position; the figure had me at knife point. I clenched my fists around Harry’s neck and dug my head into his chest. His grip around me tightened me to show me that I was tight in his hold and I was not going anywhere.

He gently released me onto my bed and kissed the top of my head. I was starting to realise that Harry was quite smitten with me and that gave me a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was flopped over the bed, feeling almost unable to move as the energy was drained from me. Harry noticed this and gently rolled me over so I was lying flat on my back. “May I?” he asked and he took hold of the button on the jeans I was wearing. I hesitantly sat up, realising that he wanted to undress me. However, I really had no energy and didn’t feel the need to repel his offer.

I sighed and relaxed back to the bed at which Harry smiled and released a slight laugh from his lips. He unbuttoned the jeans and gently slipped them down my legs until they reached the bottom of my ankles where I aided him into kicking them off. I reached underneath my pillow where I found my pyjama shorts and handed them back to Harry. He took the shorts and pulled them up my legs and rested them onto my hips. He winked at me before laughing. I rolled my head back in embarrassment before laughing nervously as well.

I was cold. Lying on my bed in only shorts and a top. Harry realised that I was shivering and took his hoody off and lay it on the bed. He didn’t even offer, he just lifted me up from the bed and placed the hoody around my shoulders before aiding my arms down the sleeves. His smell filled my senses. He smelt so lovely. My stomach turned as I realised just how caring Harry was. Was this going to turn into something serious, or would he eventually leave when I began to like him? I kept myself distant from him as I realised that things could turn horribly wrong with his temper, and I would end up alone and heartbroken.

He slipped me under the duvet and into my bed. I moved over so there was enough space for Harry to sit on the bed next to me. He crouched down next to the bed and kissed the back of my hand whilst intently gazing at me. He smiled. Fully clothed, he peeled back the duvet and got into the bed beside me. He lifted me up as he slid his arm behind the back of my head. His smell re-occupying my senses. His arm placed on my back, he pulled me in closer to him so my head was now placed on his chest. He rubbed circles into my back which showed to be very comforting. I gently closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep with Harry by my side.