Claire’s POV
“Harry,” I cry his name out as I see him, there, his fragile body lying on the ground. The picture somehow haunted me. I know Harry is strong enough to handle this, but I’m sure I’m not strong enough to see him in pain. I thought it was impossible, but he was still there.
They forcibly pulled me back from him as strongly muscled men went around him in a circle, taking in the weak person in front of them. They started look at each other with devilish grins as they look at Harry and themselves for a few seconds and their thought frightened me.
Minutes passed and my eyes were forced to see him being punched in the groin, stomach, face, every body part possible. His numb self groaned with every punch he received and he wasn’t able to defend or protect himself.
I, on the other hand was restrained by this bigger man, forcibly grasping my chin to face Harry as he looked up at me with dark, pleading eyes.
I managed to get away from the man’s grasp as he was distracted, watching the scene, and I had the opportunity to kick his crotch, making him tumble down in sheer pain.
I ran over to Harry, placing his head on my lap, as I gently stroked his wet curls and cupping his face with my other free hand, my eyes couldn’t take in the moment. “Harry,” I utter out kissing his cheeks gently, the small gesture making him wince as there was a bruise over there. I cried even louder, seeing as he still had the power to lift his arm and wrap it around me, and it still felt comforting in my opinion.
“Get away from him, you’re useless!” One of them shouted, pulling me away further from him as he took a few more punches. I just couldn’t stand what I’m seeing right now and I need to fight for Harry because he has done so much, and the least I could do is protect him with all that I can.
“Stop! You’re hurting him!” My knees trembling as I shouted at the top of my lungs, my face drenched in so many tears I never knew I could cry out. I pushed one of them out in struggle to get back to Harry, but as I did, someone’s fist hit my cheek bone and I crouch in pain as to see he just punched my face. I knelt down before him in pain and feel myself take another hit, making me lay to the ground by force beside my lover.
“Claire,” I hear his voice, like I’ve never heard him in a lifetime, his voice brushing my ear as he was laid next to me. I flinch as he touches the bruise in my face similar to his.
“I love you,” He cries out as we face another brutal punch.
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“Wake up,”
I slightly groan as the pushes and the calls grew louder, making me snap back to the reality. I turned my head to face a dark figure. It was Jess.
“Jess,” I mumbled slightly as I looked into her intently. Seems like she’s been waiting for me to get up. “Where am I?” I groaned as I slowly lift my body up, holding my head like it was about to fall of this dizziness.
“England,” She mumbles, awaiting an answer from me. My consciousness slowly comes back to me about what happened the other night.
“Harry!” I jump out from my bed as the thoughts hit me back. My nightmare, the horrendous nightmare. “Where’s Harry?” I darted my eyes towards hers, praying hopefully she knew the answer somehow. “L-Louis said they found him and they’re back In London,” She stuttered in fright as my brain tried to process her answers and struggling to remember everything that happened that night.
I laid my arms out in front of me to check on scars and marks on my arms, if there were signs that I received a punch that night. The nightmare wasn’t true. But Harry, his punches and scars were nothing but true. “Harry,” I hastily stood up from the bed, heading for the door, out to find Harry, but Jess guarded the door I was about to go after. “You can’t,” She said, her voice soft as she said the words. “You are forbidden to go out of the palace, they have the secret passageways guarded as well,” She adds as well, giving me all the information I need. I stopped in my tracks, frozen as the knowledge grew into me, I wasn’t allowed to see Harry, knowing I hurt him, he sacrificed himself to me. He never deserved this; he never deserved anything bad that happened to him. It was my entire fault.
I sat on the bed, my face buried in my hands as they caught my tears. “I’m so sorry,” Her voice was comforting, I knew what she had done, and I don’t blame her, I was about to be found anyway, and I just tried it out, but it didn’t work the way we’d all hoped. “It wasn’t your fault,” I turned to face her, a weak smile growing on my lips, not reaching my eyes.
“But I need to talk to grandmother,” I tell her and she nods approvingly. “She wants to talk to you when you’re ready,” She stands up and waits for me to get up as well. I immediately walked to the bathroom to at least freshen my face and grabbed my brush to fix my frizzled hair.
Unlike last night, the weigh on my shoulders grew heavier and it still made me drag myself everywhere until I stop this nonsense. I know what I did of running away was wrong, but they never bothered listening to me, and so I did it. But somehow, their eyes still never opened up to my opinions. They still wanted to have it their way.
As I stepped out of my room, I whispered to myself. “Good luck, you’ll need all the luck you need,” She smiles a truthful smile, making myself lift up a bit. “I like your new hair,” She adds next before closing the door, letting me go out.
I can’t believe I’m back here. I never knew I will, but I am now. I don’t want to be back here, knowing my problems were still taking over me. The first time I went here years ago, I never knew anything like this would happen to me. But I’m here now, taking in all that what happened in life when I started entering the doors to this place.
There she was, sitting there, reading the daily newspaper, a cup of tea beside her as she takes a sip of it.
“Grandma,”
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