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Chapter 8: Explanations

Chapter 8:

(Still Harry's point of view)

As soon as we are off the stage, I dart over to where I spot Laney. She is asleep on the couch, shaking, as Paul sits next to her. I walk over to her and kneel down, rubbing her bruised arm gently. Suddenly, her eyes shoot open, she gasps, and jumps back.

"It's just me, love." I say, looking into her weary eyes. Laney is shaking, still fearful.

I pick Laney up, swing her legs over one arm, lay her head against the other, and take her out to the car.

"She alright?" Zayn asks as Paul is driving us back to the hotel.

"I don't know. This is all my fault." I say, looking down at the beautiful girl in my arms.

"Mate, you did everything you could do." Liam says compassionately.

"But now she's terrified." I reply.

Finally, the car pulls up at the hotel, ending the conversation, and we all go to our rooms.

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:LANEY'S POV:

In the hotel room, I change into comfortable clothes. When I open the door from changing, I wince with every step I take. Harry then picks me up, places me down onto the bed, and covers me with a blanket. He sits down on my bed next to me.

"What happened?" He asks as he wipes away a tear from my eye.

"I-I was just standing there. And these boys came up to me and said they wanted to 'have fun with me'. Right as I was about to walk away, one of them picked me up and carried me off. I tried to stop him- b-but I'm not strong enough. Then he took me over into the corner, where you found me, and started to strip me as I tried to escape. I know what he wanted, b-but I wasn't going to let him hurt me more than he did." I explain, shaking and crying.

"I'm so sorry, Laney. You don't understand how bad I feel about this. Are you hurting?" Harry asks, examining my bruises.

"My back and thigh are what's bothering me." I reply with a sigh. "And my knuckles. I tried to fight them off, but you can see how well that worked out for me." I held out my fists, exposing my black knuckles.

"Damn, Laney. You really did hit them."

He then motions for me to turn over. I feel him lift my shirt and examine my back.

"Oh my god... Laney, your back is swollen and blue from where his fists were." Harry says, standing up. He reaches for his phone and dials a number.

"Please- please don't tell my parents." I plead. Harry nods and puts the phone to his ear.

:HARRY'S POV:

I dial Zayn's number- knowing he's still awake.

"Ello?"

"Zayn! Come over here now. It's Laney- her back is not looking good. I don't know what to do." I explain.

"Alright, be there soon." Zayn hangs up, and I quickly answer the door when he gets to our room.

I guide him over to Laney, still laying on the bed with her shirt lifted in the back.

Zayn walks over to the bed, placing a gentle hand over her swollen spot.

Laney moans. I know it is hurting her badly.

"Let's get ice." Zayn says. So I agree and left to come back with ice.

When I come back with ice, Zayn is whispering to Laney and holding her hand. Zayn motions for me to take his place. I hand him the ice. Laney opens her eyes slowly. I put my forehead on hers. She squeezes my hand as Zayn puts the ice on her back.

"Can I see your thigh?" Zayn asks Laney. She looks at me, and then back at Zayn, and finally nods.

Zayn pulls the covers off her legs, but she is in sweat pants. Zayn slowly unties her pants and pulls them down to her knees, revealing nasty bruises just under her underwear lines. Now, I'm the one that feels like crying.

"Are they bad?" Laney asks.

"We are going to need some ice for them too." Zayn replies calmly. He walks to the door and leaves with the ice bucket.

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It is 2am, and Laney's bruises don't look any better. Zayn is still with us too.

"Can I sleep?" Laney asks weakly.

"Of course." I reply.

"Harry, please stay in here." She says with her eyes barely open.

"I won't leave, love. I promise." I whisper as I sit on the edge of the bed. She then settles and goes to sleep. I tell Zayn he can leave so we can let her rest. He hugs Laney goodbye, then makes his way back to his room.

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:LANEY'S POV:

I see darkness. And a sharp pain shoots up my back and down through my legs. I scream, not knowing what else to do. The light flicks on, and Harry sits up.

"I'm-I'm sorry. It was just a nightmare." I say, attempting to reassure him. He rolls out of bed and squats beside my bed, eye level with me. He runs his fingers over my arm. It gives me pleasant chills.
I could get used to this whole being hurt thing...
"It's 5am. Are you sure you're alright?" Harry asks concerned.

I nod and turn over to go back to sleep.

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A.N:
Scooby dooby doo, where are you? We got some work for you now...

.....I'm eating scooby doo gummies ok? Don't judge.

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