The Mentally Brave

Chapter 28

"Shut up bitch" I get another slap to the face, this time though it is his hand that hits me and not the cast.
"Harry" I shout for him praying he can hear me.
I feel scar faces hands slide up and down my chest as he pins my hands down with his thighs.
"Harry help!" I scream once more. I manage to get one hand free scratching the man's face, right next to the scar he already has, drawing out blood.
"Lizzie!" I hear Harry's voice from the other side of the door. I can hear him pound trying to get it to open.
"The fuck with you" Scar face picks me up from my shirt throwing me onto the floor. My head slams into the marble floor. The room is spinning.
I try to get up, but I get kicked, the force sending me back to the ground.
"Lizzie" Harry shouts again, this time he manages to get the door to open, banging the wood to the wall.
"I will fucking kill you" Harry screams when he sees Scar face on top of me. He launchs himself at him, his fist ready for a punch. They both fall to the floor, Harry above Scar face, punching at his face, getting hold of the cast hand and banging it to the floor over and over again, until the cast cracks to pieces causing the man to yell out in pain. Harry then closes his fingers around the man's throat squeezing hard.
"That's enough boy" The doctor paces into the room stopping by my side. He reaches out a hand for me, but I refused to take it staying folded as a ball by the foot of the bed.
"Harry stop it" The doctor repeats.
Ashton and Michael come running in, two guards behind them, pulling Harry off of scar face.
"Let me go! I will kill this sun of a bitch" Harry tries breaking free, but three people are holding him, making it difficult for him to move.
"Take Ted away- lock him up" The Doctor tells the guards. The one helping hold Harry lets go, moving to help pick up scar face.
"Lock me up? She had it coming!" He screams as they hurl him out of the room "I should have left with Foster when I had the chance! You piece of shit! Just like the rest of them"
The doctor shuts the door after them turning back to us.
Harry is kneeling by my side now, pulling away some strands of my hair.
"Are you ok? Where did he hurt you?" Harry's eyes are searching my face. He moves my head slightly to the left revealing the gush I had caused from scar face's cast.
"Get the medic" The doctor orders Ashton who leaves running out.
"Can you stand?" Harry questions me softly. He holds my waist helping me up to my feet.
"There was no window" I whisper.
"Window? What do you mean?" Harry frowns at my weird comment.
"No window" I repeat my jaw hurting.
"Is this a joke? Why is there a curtain but no window?" Harry asks his father.
"I'll move you to a room with a window"
"No, we aren't staying here with this fucking twit" Harry shoots.
"You don't need to worry about him he will not be a threat anymore"
"Look at her face" Harry points at me with a hiss "Your man did that"
"I just explained to you the problem we're in" the doctor hisses back.
"Ask me if I give a shit? I'm here for you to make Lizzie better, and then we are out of here, as if we never met"
"Come with me" The doctor walks out of the room, Michael following.
I glance at Harry in question, not sure what he wants us to do.
"Can you walk?" He questions me. It is too painful to talk so I just nod.
I am limping slightly, Harry has his arm around my waist to help me walk.
The doctor gives us a new room, this time with a big window a view to the park I was at yesterday.
The doctor leaves us alone, promising to be back shortly with the doctor who will be running the tests.
Harry sits on the bed facing me. I can see his eyes once again searching my face.
"I'm fine Harry" I whisper. Though I am tired and in pain.
"I was going to kill him" Harry murmurs.
"I know" I whisper again.
"I wanted to kill him" He looks at me his eyes hard
"I know" I repeat. I reach out to touch his cheek, tracing the place where his dimple pops when he smiles. As I predicted his eyes turn softer with my touch and the dimple starts showing as a cheeky smile appears on his lips.
"What?" I ask wary "I know that look of yours"
Harry grabs the fingers stroking his face, cupping his palms around them, then brings them to his mouth and places a soft kiss to each finger. His eyes find mine, but only for a moment, leaving to find the marks left on my face. Harry brings his lips over to the cut on the side of my face, not caring it is smudged with dry blood and leaves there a soft warm kiss.
Three more kisses follow, then Harry pulls back smiling. "Do you feel better?"
"Much" I lean into him laying my less damaged cheek on his shoulder.
"If that switch wasn't flicked off, I would block the pain away" Harry kisses the top of my head.
"It's fine, I'll live"
"I'm sure you will" Harry chuckles running his palms up and down my thighs.
"So this must be Lizzie" A short wide face man walks into the room, smiling eyes twinkling behind big glasses.
"Hi" I smile up at him, Harry's hands still on my body.
"Harry. You probably don't remember me, but-"
"I remember you- Stan" Harry nods his head at the man.
"Well, yes, so... oh my, we must take care of those cuts young lady" Stan comes closer to us, he reaches out to turn my face slightly examining the wound.
"I think it is best we go to my office, what do you say?" He looks at me above the rim of his glasses.
I glance over at Harry, who gives a slight nod with his head, shifting off the bed and spreading out his hand for me to take.
I get up and take Harry's out stretched hand, entwining our fingers together.
Stan notices that little gesture and smiles. It is hard for me to walk so Harry lets go of my hand and moves his arm around my waist tugging at me slightly, making me lean on him to make it easier.
"So how do you two know each other?" I ask uncomfortable with the silence.
"I was sort of an uncle to Harry and Amy" Stan replies, and leaving it at that. We come to a glass door with black print on the front 'Doctor Cooper'
Stan opens the door and moves aside to let Harry and I go in first.
"Sit down love" He points to the hospital bed. Harry puts his hands on my hips picking me up on to the bed, than he sat beside me. I can feel the tension seeping from him, so I put my hand on his knee.
"What will you be doing to her?" Harry questions Stan, moving his hand and placing it on mine.
"First I want to clean up that wound so it could heal properly and not leave a scar on her pretty face.
"So who is Foster?" I ask as Stan cleans my cuts and puts a band aid on.
I catch Harry and him change glances.
"I'll tell you later" Harry says his jaw clenched.
"All right Lizzie, I need to draw some blood, to do some tests"
I look back at Harry, uncomfortable with the thought of more needles being stuck into my skin.
"That won't be necessary, we did a bunch of them already I brought everything with me" Harry leans to the backpack we had with us, taking out some papers.
I notice a little cooler bag as well. I assume they had some blood left, keeping it safe if more tests will be needed.
"Very well" Stan takes the file and the cooler bag.
"How long should this take?" Harry asks him
"Well, I want to go over this folder and see if you missed anything.. Then I would like to run some more tests of my own, and then I should come up with an antidote for this situation and-"
"Stan, how long?" Harry cuts in, a small smile appears in the corners of his mouth.
"A day or few" He looks up from the file.
"So we can't go home?" I pout at Stan
"No, I'm afraid you'll need to stay here for the time being" Stan gives me a sympathetic smile.
"In this room like a prisoner" I frown down at my hands. Harry rubs my thighs again. I can feel him staring at me, but I don't look up.
"I might be able to help you with that" Stan holds up a finger. He rushes to his desk and goes through it in a noisy search.
"Oh, it's not here, I'll be right back" With that he left the room in a hurry. I look up after him, catching Harry still staring at me.
"what?" I gaze into his shiny green eyes. There is something in them I haven't seen before.
"You said 'Home'" He isn't smiling, but the glint in his eyes is more pronounced now.
"I did" I offer a shy smile. Harry holds both of my hands, our eyes locked. I love this boy. I know it now. No matter how cross he can make me, and break my heart over and over again, I will always give him another chance.
I feel the beat of my heart remembering our first time together, feeling my cheeks growing hot.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks, a hint of those dimples I love so much showing.
Before I can answer Stan is back.
"Here" He waves something around. It seems to be a bracelet of sort.
"What is that?" I eye his waving hand.
"This works the same way as the switch, it locks onto your wrist, blocking off the part of your brain that provides the abilities you own"
"Kind of a hand cuff" Harry notes
"Well, you can look at it that way, but it will let you walk around without the fear of agonizing pain" Stan shoots back at him.
I extended my arm to Stan figuring that it's better than staying the next few days in this room.
Stan locks the bracelet on to my wrist.
"I want that key" Harry informs him. Stan puts the key in Harry's out stretched hand.
"Well, I guess you two are free until I'll have some news for you".
I stare at Harry who gets off the bed. He turns to me, hands on my hips. I put my own hands on his shoulders as he helps me down.
"Want a walk in the park?" He smiles down at me.
"Thought you'll never ask" I grin.
"Wait" Stan takes a knee brace out of his pocket "I think you might be needing this, I hope I have the right size"
"Oh- Thank you! This is really kind of you" I turn to him. What a lovely man, he kind of reminds me of a grandfather.
Harry helps me back on the bed, picking up my jeans to make enough room for the brace. Once it is on, the fabric would not pull back down over it.
"Leave it like that" I tell Harry. He then again helps me down, linking our fingers together.
"Now you two go have some fun" Stan smiles waving at us.
"Thank you" I smile back. Harry salutes him, and walks me out.


"This is nice" I let my head rest on Harry's arm as we walk slowly down the walkway in the park.
"It is" He answer. I like him like this. Calm and loving. It seems Harry is always uptight worrying about what will happen next, and taking care of everyone. I know Ed is and Liam are like his right hand, but still, it is nice seeing him let go of it all for once.
Harry kisses the top of my head, letting go of my hand and bringing his arm around my waist instead, pulling me closer to him.
"Harry" I ask after a while of walking
"mm"
"Who is Foster? What did your dad want?" I glance up at him.
Harry leads me to a bench on the side of the walkway. We sit down enjoying the warm sun on our bodies.
"So apparently my dad had a coworker- his beta"
"Foster" I say
"Yes. However, they had a falling out recently causing Foster to leave, go back to Ireland. Half the crew went back with him" Harry's thumb is rubbing my skin, sending electricity down my spine.
"So what does that have to do with you?" I am a little confused to why that knowledge would interest Harry.
"Well my dad said it has everything to do with us"
"How's that?"
"Well if we thought my dad was evil for taking us and running all of these tests, Foster is far worse" Harry's eyes turn hard.
"What do you mean?"
"Foster thinks we should be put down" Harry clenches his jaw. I can see the muscle in his forehead.
"Put down- as in kill? Like animals?" I gasp
Harry nods "He took with him some of the best, and he has few with him like us. He hunts them down and just kills them. He thinks we are out of control and we will take over the country if he won't put a stop to us"
"That's insane! And he has double standards, having people like us work for him"
"It is, and my dad said he has files on all of us, it's a matter of time until he finds us all"
"But we're safe at the safe house, we're protected" I am worrying now, fear for my friends.
"Yeah, and I already informed Liam and Ed so everyone is on high alert".
I search Harry's face, the calmness now gone, with no trace.
I touch the muscle showing on his forehead, tracing it, moving my finger to the crease between his eyes, smoothing it out. Harry tiltes his head up my fingers tracing down to his lips. He caught them in his hand, holding them to his mouth, kissing them softly.
"Should we be scared?"
"No. Nothing will happen to you" Harry assures me. I lean in kissing him. Harry cups my cheeks holding my face to him, not letting me break away as the kiss grows hotter, hungrier.
I put my palms on his chest pushing him slightly away so I can catch my breath.
Harry's eyes are on fire- but not with anger- lust.
"You'll be the death of me" He whispers running his hands up my thighs. I watch his face as he touches me, not caring about the passing people.
"Come on" He jumps up after a while.
"Where are we going?" I look up at him.
"I'm hungry, I'm taking you to eat". He pulls me to my feet making me giggle as he picks me up, putting me back down standing on the bench.
"Harry!" I shriek holding on to his shoulders as he lets go of me.
"Come, I'll give you a lift" He gives me his lovely cheeky smile as he turns around for me to get onto his back.
Laughing, I link my arms together around his neck, bringing my legs around his torso. My chest squeezes against his back as his hands find the back of my knees securing me to him, and pulling me even closer.
"I like feeling you like this" Harry's head turns to me. I kiss his curls and he starts walking.
I look at the view from up on Harry's back, seeing everything from a taller prospective. It is such a lovely day, and I feel cared for and loved by this gorgeous boy.
Harry walks up to the first restaurant he sees, bending his knees making it easier for me to get down.
Then he takes my hand and pushes open the door. A waiter takes us to a table next to the window, and we take our seats. After ordering we are left alone.
"Come here" I spread my hands to Harry. His much bigger hands covering my own.
"Thank you" I say
"For what?"
"For caring for me so much. It scared me at first, having to depend on someone but I'm getting used to it"
"I'm glad" He grins. His eyes are a light shade of green, his curls messy around his face.
Something on my right side, outside the window catches his eye. I watch as his glance turns into a wide eye star. I follow it, looking for what made his face change.
My eyes finding the source, growing with a shock of my own.
Standing with her hands on the glass, blue big eyes staring right back at me- was Natalie.