"I'm going to pick you up again."
I feel him do it, he carries me into a warm building. I hear the dings of an elevator. The click of a key card. The unlocking of a door.
"Harry!" someone shouts.
"Oh, shit, what have we got here?" the voice is british.
Please don't hurt me. Please don't touch me.
"Shhhh," Harry hushes the other people. "She needs rest."
"Um, Harry, management will not be okay with strangers in the room," a new voice says.
"Just be quiet okay. She needs rest. Lou, will you pull back the covers on my bed," Harold asks.
"You're sleeping with her?" the other boy sounds surprised. I'm surprised too.
"No," Harold explains, "I'm sleeping on the couch."
"Um, Harry?" someone asks.
"Yeah Niall?"
"Who is she?"
"Her name is Reagan," he says. Why are they calling him Harry?
I feel myself laying down. I relax slightly. Harold is taking care of me. He'll keep me safe.
"Reagan?" he whispers, "I hope you can hear me. We're at my hotel. You're okay. I understand you need some rest, so I'll get the boys to shut up. They won't touch you or disturb you, I promise. You'll be okay. Just get some rest."
I put all my energy into whispering, "Thanks, H."
He plays with my hair for a few minutes, and I feel myself drifting into sleep. I feel really safe and protected right now. I can't thank Harold enough.
***
"Ow, Niall, leave me alone! I need my beauty sleep."
I hear voices all around.
"Zayn, shut up, it's almost noon. Get up already," an irish accent laughs.
I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. I'm in a room with two queen beds, and two boys, neither of whom I recognize.
The one with dark hair looks at me, "N-Niall, go get Harry, she's awake!"
The blonde, Niall, looks at me before rushing out of the room.
"Reagan, right?" the dark haired one asks. I nod.
"I'm Zayn," he tells me. "Do you know who I am?"
"Zayn," I laugh.
"Just Zayn?" he looks surprised.
I knit my eyebrows. "Zayn."
The door opens, Harold and Niall enter.
"Reagan, are you alright?" Harold asks.
"Thank you," is all I say. He grins.
"I got you breakfast," he says, "well, lunch now, I suppose."
"Thanks, Harold," I say. He blushes.
Zayn and Niall burst out laughing. Harold glares at them.
"Harold? You told her your name was Harold? Oh shit man, this is great!" Niall laughs.
"Wait, what's your name?" I ask.
"Harold. It really is. But I go by Harry," he says, ignoring the other boys laughter.
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Truly, Madly, Deeply (H.S.)
FanfictionShe built up walls that would keep her safe. She had loving friends that kept her in her comfort zone. But alone in an entirely new world, can she fulfill her goals? I guess that depends on who her friends are. The perfect number just might be five.
