Night Changes (H.S. 1D)

Eight:

Just as I reach my hand out to open the door to Harry's Range Rover, someone grabs my wrist. I smile inside, thinking Harry may have come to speak to me. Maybe to make things better, but gasp as I look up at a very drunken boy who is about 25 years old. See, this is why you shouldn't put bars next to family restaurants.

"Hey, babe. Come with me." He winks, making me shiver in disgust.

"Ew, no! Get away from me!" I shove his hand away, but then he looks angry and tightens his grip.

"Did I ask you?!" He growls. No, no, no! This can't happen!

"Harry! Harry help!" I scream as loud as I can, looking toward the restaurant window they're sitting at. But I'm not looking for very long . . . A large hand comes in contact with my cheek and I yelp in surprise.

"I wouldn't try that again if I were you." He growls again. "Wouldn't want to damage such a pretty face." He smirks. A sob escapes my lips as he runs two fingers down my cheek.

"No, no, no! Please!" I cry, trying to back away, but Harry's car is blocking my way. He only grins and comes closer. "HARRY!!!" Another slap. But I think it was worth it as I see Harry stand up from his seat and look out the window of Taco Bell. But that's all I see before the guy grabs me and tries throwing me over his shoulder, though he completely fails because of his drunken state. He wraps his arms around me from behind and begins trying to drag me away as I kick and scream.

"Put. Her. Down." I feel a load of relief wash over me as Harry's voice fills my ears.

"Ha! Or what?" The man holds still, and I can just feel him smirking. Then the other four boys run out, arms crossed.

"Do you really think you have a chance against us?" Liam growls, stepping closer.

He suddenly lets go, shoving me into Liam, who wraps his arms around me protectively. "Look, man . . . I don't want to cause trouble . . . " The guy raises his hands up, surrendering.

"Good! Then get out of here!" Niall shouts. Whoa . . . I did not expect that from Niall! The guy nods and runs in the opposite direction.

"Coward . . . " Louis mumbles under his breath.

Liam gently turns me around and pushes my hair out of my face. "Oh my gosh . . . He got you good, babe. You okay?" I shake my head and he hugs me, sighing loudly. Harry is suddenly at my side, making sure I'm alright.

"Did he hurt you?" Harry asks. I only turn my face to look at him and his face fills with sadness and anger. "Come on. Let's go home." He sighs. I nod.

"Okay." I mumble.

"Liam can you drive back? I'm gonna sit with Maleah." Harry pulls me into his side holds me close.

"Yeah. 'Course." Liam hops into the driver's seat and I follow Harry into the back. We buckle our seat belts and I lay my head on his lap, relaxing as he begins running his fingers through my hair.

"If I could, I'd go beat the shiz out of that guy for touching a lady . . . " Zayn grumbles, making me giggle.

"It's okay, Zayn." I softly smile at him when he turns to look at me. He nods and turns back around. Everyone is quiet the rest of the ride.

***

"Hey, Niall!" I shout, looking in the fridge for something to drink, again.

"Yeah?" He leans into the kitchen doorway.

"Where's all your guys' drinks?" I ask. He laughs.

"We have to get more. They go pretty quickly."

"Oh. Okay." I laugh, then make my way to the couch where everyone is sat on the couch watching a movie. "What are you watching?" I ask.

"Liam insisted on watching Toy Story 3. Again." Louis groans.

"What's that?" I ask, sitting down between Harry and Liam. All the guys look at me with blank expressions. "What? I've never heard of it."

"Your mom hasn't even let you watch Toy Story?!" Liam asks, quite loudly. I shake my head.

"Nope." I shrug.

"Geez!" Niall runs a hand through his hair.

"Boys, looks like we're starting at the beginning." Liam smirks and all the guys groan. I just laugh and get settled in as we watch all of the Toy Story movies, falling asleep with my head leaned on Harry's shoulder around the beginning of the third movie.

***

"Maleah . . . " Harry whispers. I groan and shake my head, but realize my head isn't on a pillow. It's on Harry's lap. I sigh and turn my head, looking up at Harry who is still in his spot sat up just like last night.

"How come you didn't go to bed?" I giggle.

"I did. I went to sleep here. I didn't want to wake you." He chuckles.

"Wasn't that uncomfortable, though?" I ask, frowning. He shakes his head and pushes my hair out of my face.

"Nah . . . I can sleep pretty much anywhere if it's not loud." He smiles.

"Oh." I smile back, but then yawn. Harry laughs.

"Aw, you're so cute when you-" But yawns really are contagious, so he's cut of by his own.

"Ha! Got ya!" I giggle, pointing at him. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "What are you thinking?" I ask, scared of the ornery look on his face. 

"Oh, nothing . . . " He chuckles, but then grins. "But this!" He shouts and begins tickling me. I gasp and scream, trying to get away.

"No! No, Harry! No!" I can't stop laughing as I sputter out words.

"Did you say, 'Yes, Harry! Please tickle me?'" He laughs evilly and keeps going.

"No! I said no! I can't . . . breathe!" I scream.

"Ladies! Hush! We're sleeping!" Niall shouts down the stairs.

Harry covers my mouth, and puts his finger to his lips. "Yeah, Maleah! Hush!" He smirks and covers my mouth as he tickles my side once more. I giggle and shake my head.

"No, no, no!" I squirm away until I fall onto the floor with a loud 'thud'.

Harry bursts into laughter. "Well . . . Now, what are you doing down there?" He asks, leaning over to look at me. I smirk and grab the collar of his shirt, yanking him down. He falls right on top of me and we both begin laughing our butts off. But then he lifts his head up and smiles at me, looking into my eyes. I furrow my eyebrows. He smiles and leans down, kissing me on the cheek. "Come on. Let's go make breakfast."