One Direction Imagines

Harry - Comforting You After Witnessing You Being Abused By Your Father (Erie)

Requested by ; 1DerfulHarryBoo

Warning ; Triggering Content may be involved (verbal, physical abuse) so be cautious when reading. Also some cussing. x

I walked down the sidewalk, trying to contain my tears. My father would not shut up at all, and it was slowly becoming untolerable. We were going home after a family gathering, and he got a little more than drunk.

"You're such a piece of shi.t!" He screamed at me, and I turned my face away from him. He grabbed my face and harshly pulled me so I was looking at him.

"You better listen to me, you sl.ut! You're worse than your mother!" I took a deep breath, trying not to break and give him more ammunition. He was still squeezing my face, and it was starting to become very painful.

"Dad, stop-" I tried to pull his hands off of me, which only resulted in him slapping me across the face. I immediately brought my hand to my cheek, tears cascading down my cheeks. I brought my hand down, noticing a small amount of blood.

"You f.ucking bitch! I told you, just listen to me and stop acting innocent! You're not!" He screamed at me. We were in the middle of a crowded street, so I was surprised that nobody had stopped or done anything. Hell, they were probably as scared of him as I was.

"Dad, you're just drunk, we need to get you home," I spoke quickly, hoping nothing I said would anger him any more.

"Just shut the f.uck up, Erie! God damn," He shoved me against the brick wall beside us, and I immediately fell to the ground. I felt blood running down my arm from scraping it against the wall. He walked over and kicked me in the stomach.

"Hey, leave her alone!" I heard a deep voice yell, his words slow and precise. Next thing I knew, the stranger had pinned my father against the wall. "Listen up, sir," He growled into his face. "You better leave this young girl alone, you hear?"

"Oh shut the f.uck up son, you don't know anything. This is my daughter," He spoke with disgust in his voice, as if it physically pained him to refer to me as his child. "And I was just teaching her a lesson for being disrespectful." The man then punched my father straight in the face. Blood started dripping out of his nose, and it was obvious that it would be broken.

"You're a disgusting man, and you deserve to rot in hell," The stranger spoke, speaking slowly and making sure my father understood every word. He then let go of his arms, and my father fell to the ground. The man then came to me, reaching his hand out. I hesitantly took it, and he then helped me back onto my feet. He led me down the street, continuously looking behind us to make sure my father stayed away.

"Thank you," I whispered, smiling at him. He looked down at me, nodding. It was then that I realized how truly stunning he was. His eyes were a deep shade of green, and his lips looked perfectly kissable. His hair was a chestnut brown, and it was perfectly messy and curly.

"You're welcome, love. Any person would have to be a fool to walk by that without doing anything." He smiled, looking back in front of us. My hand was still held by his, and I couldn't help but smile because of that.

"So where are we going?" I asked, looking at our surroundings. I've never been in this part of London, and it was steadily getting darker.

"I'm taking you back to my flat, if that's fine? I want to make sure you get these cuts cleaned up, and I didn't know if you had somewhere to stay," He squeezed my hand, causing warmth and reassurance to spread throughout my body.

"Yeah, that sounds good." I smiled up at him. It was completely unlike me to be doing this, going to a strangers house, holding hands and such. It was also unlike my father to abuse me like that too, so it was just a weird night it seemed.

"Great." He smiled down at me, and continued walking. He stopped at a building, then opened the door. I let go of his hand, then walked through it. I waited for him to come in as well, and when he did he reconnected our hands. I gave him a questioning look and he just shrugged and said "I want you to feel safe,". He led me up two flights of stairs, and then we arrived at what I assumed was his door. He pulled his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door. We walked in, and he locked it back behind him.

"So what's your name, anyways?" I asked as he wetted a washcloth.

"Harry." He smiled, gently washing the cut on my cheek.

"I'm Erie." I smiled back at him, trying not to wince from the contact. He then moved to my arm, cleaning off the dried blood.

"That's a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl." He smirked, digging through the cupboards for some alcohol and bandages. I felt my cheeks warm up, and I was suddenly embarrassed. He finished cleaning up my cuts, then led me to his couch. He sat next to me, and we turned so we were facing eachother.

"So what happened there?" He asked, a frown appearing on his face.

"I don't know, to be honest. He's never done that before. We were at a family party and he had quite a bit to drink. My mother had passed a few months ago, and..." I paused, taking a deep breath. I felt tears falling down my cheeks, and then Harry reached over to wipe them off. I looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

"I'm so sorry about your mum," He frowned, continuing to rub my unharmed cheek. "But you don't have to worry, Erie. I'll be here for you. I'll protect you, and make sure you're okay." He smiled, and I nodded.

"Thank you, Harry." He leaned forward, and my heart started racing. I unconsciously closed my eyes as he got closer to my face. He then turned, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. He pulled away with a cheeky grin on his face, and I rolled my eyes.

"Of course, Erie."

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