Rock me

Part 19

Harry Styles 

I barely slept, half-sitting in the chair across from our bed, watching her sleep off whatever the hell Brandon gave her. Every now and then, she'd mumble something, turning in her sleep like she was in a nightmare. It killed me that I hadn't seen what was happening sooner.

The sun was starting to rise, and I looked down, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Dylan shifted, her eyes slowly fluttering open. I was by her side in seconds, careful not to startle her.

"Hey," I whispered, trying to keep my voice calm. "You're okay."

She blinked, looking disoriented. "Harry?" Her voice was weak, and her brow furrowed. "What... what happened last night?"

I let out a breath, steeling myself. "You don't remember?"

She shook her head, then winced, bringing a hand to her temple. "No, I... I remember seeing Brandon, and then... it's all a blur."

I swallowed, not sure how much to tell her. "You started feeling really sick. I had to bring you back here. That last drink you had..." I trailed off, clenching my jaw.

She pushed herself up, confusion in her eyes. "You think it was the drink he gave me?"

"Dyl," I said softly, not wanting to upset her more but needing her to understand, "I know it was. He was watching you all night, acting like nothing was wrong."

Her eyes widened, and I saw a flash of pain there. "But Brandon wouldn't... he was always a little off, but I never thought he'd..."

I held her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Listen, I know it's hard to believe, but something wasn't right with him. When I confronted him, he just smirked, like he didn't care what he did to you."

She shook her head, her hand trembling a little. "I just don't get why he'd do that... why he'd hurt me like that."

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my own anger in check. "Some people don't need a reason. All I know is, I'm not letting him near you again."

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and for a second, she just stared, like she was seeing me for the first time. "You... you took care of me last night?"

"Of course I did," I said, feeling a little heat rise in my face. "I'll always take care of you, Dyl."

We sat there in silence for a while, her hand still resting in mine. She looked exhausted, but there was something else—relief, maybe. Or trust. Whatever it was, I wasn't about to let her down.

"Get some more rest," I told her. "I've got sound check in an hour"

"Will you get me different clothes?" She asks her eyes half open.

"Oh sure." I stand up and walk over to her things, shuffling through them.

I grab one of the sweatshirts I bought her and these small sleep shorts.

"Here." I say handing the clothes to her.

She moves to the edge of the bed and grabs the bottom of her tight shirt before meeting my eyes.

"Oh right sorry." I say while turning around to give her privacy.

I hear her clothes hit the floor. She has to be feeling like shit, she's already beat up and now she's coming down from being drugged. 

"Okay, you're good." I turn back around giving her a smile.

"Do you want me to go get you food? Ive already got water you water." I say pointing at the nightstand next to her.