Imperfect || h.e.s

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"Watch yourself freak." I gape up at Harry as I accidentally hit his body in the hallway. His friends chuckle but he only rolls his eyes and begins walking away. Of course I question why I agreed to help him, I should've known that I would regret it; but I can't help that side of me, the compassionate side. His friends keep their eyes on my body, my skin crawling with disgust. My arms tighten around me books and I rush to my next class with the sound of chuckling men growing distant.

Four hours later I've finished my classes for the day and I start to leave the main building when I hear distant shouting. My curiosity gets the best of me and I turn the corner to see people starting to gather in a circle.

"Come on Harry, fight back," I hear a man scream from inside the group and I start to push my way to the front. Harry is pushed against a wall, bloody faced but smirking at the man in front of him. Before the man can land another punch Harry swings, knocking him on the floor with one punch to the jaw. His eyes spark, full of fire and anger.

I sigh, knowing I'd regret this but I can see the death in Harry's eyes, having me worried for the man already on the floor. Harry's angry eyes meet mine as I walk in front of him and he glares but I hold my ground, something he didn't expect from me.

"It's time to go study," my voice is firm, loud enough for only us to hear and my eyes stay locked with his as he searches my eyes for a sign of fear. "Harry, it is time to go study," he looks at me in confusion but slowly nods, grabbing his bag off of the ground. My shoulder is grabbed from behind me and I'm thrown to the side, my nose hitting the wall with enough force for me to hear a crunch and blood begins to trail over my lips. I look at Harry with wide, ready eyes, thinking at first he was the one that threw me; but as I look at him I see anger in his eyes, burning into the man who was on the floor seconds ago.

The crowd grows angry like Harry, a man harming a girl something people don't take lightly, at least in public. Dizziness starts to set in but I push away the hands around me and go to separate the two men again. "Harry you need to leave," I whisper and he glares at me once again, a look I'm starting to get used to. I grab his wrist just as I'm shoved again, a strong force felt in my cheek.

"You think I'm afraid to fight a girl bîtch?" I cringe at the words shouted at me but hold myself perfectly steady. A few men come into the circle, ready to fight the coward in front of me and I'm ushered out of the circle.

He walks silently behind me to my dorm and when we arrive he takes a seat on my bed. "Why the hell would you do that," Harry glares at me but I just walk to my bathroom, silently thanking my grandfather for purchasing me a one person dorm.

I grab a washcloth and wet it before taking it with me towards Harry. I keep a clothe under my continuously bleeding nose and focus on Harry's wounds. "What the," he starts but I place my hand on his shoulder, slowly wiping the blood off of his chin and eyebrow. His glare hardens and I roll my eyes at his childlike behavior. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Why don't you just let someone help without being a complete ass for once," I mutter and his eyes widen at my words, he opens his mouth to say something but nothing is said. It takes a while for me to clean all of the blood off of his face and once I'm done I grab his hand, carefully wiping the injured knuckles. He sucks in a breath, probably in pain from the amount of hits he had to have taken to get this bloody. I throw the once white washcloth into the trash after rinsing it out and wash my hands. 

"I'm going to shower, you can leave or stay, whichever you'd like." I don't give him time to answer as I walk back into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I remove my blood-covered clothes and get into the shower. When I remove the clothe from under my nose blood immediately covers the shower floor. I quickly rinse all of the blood off of my body before shutting off the water and grabbing a large towel to hold under my nose before I put on my white robe.

I jump in my skin when I walk out of the bathroom and see Harry still in my room, lying back on my bed possibly asleep. "Harry," I try to wake him up but he only turns, grabbing my pillow and burying his face in it. I almost smile as he takes a large breath and sighs contently but the pain in my nose is too unbearable.

"Harry please," I place my hand on his leg and he immediately jumps up, a frightened look on his face for only seconds before his glare returns. I should have just let him sleep. "I'm going down to the nurse," is all I say before slipping on sandals, grabbing my keys, and walking out the door.

I make it down to the nurse without a fuss and she helps me set my nose now that the bleeding has stopped. She doesn't question what happened but tells me to look out for myself. It's extremely awkward, walking through the halls with only a robe on but I make it to my floor with only a few crude comments.

Just as I'm about to open my door I'm stopped by a voice and a hand on my shoulder. "Hey baby, who hurt that beautiful face of yours," it was the man who had hurt me, having the nerve to pretend he never did a thing wrong. "Please, just leave."

"I'm Dalton by the way, in case you wanted to hang out some time." I open the door but Dalton slams it shut again, pressing my body against the door with his. But before another word can be said the door is ripped open behind me and I fall back into Harry's chest. I'm not sure which one I'm more afraid of as I tear myself out of Harry's strong grasp.

"I thought I heard your voice. Get the hell out of here," Harry's voice is stern and warning as he grabs my hand and pulls me into my room, slamming the door behind him. I try not to stare up at him with wide eyes as his built stature looms above me, his large body almost touching my petite one something I find extremely intimidating.

"You're not to speak to him." I look at Harry in confusion as he basically scolds me. "Yeah, because I want to talk to the man that broke my nose," I whisper sadly and walk past him to my drawer to get some real clothes. "Please leave," I try to turn my whisper so it comes out nicely but in the end it holds no emotion. Today is the most I've talked in years and I'm tired of it.

"I thought you were going to tutor me." I shrug and place the items of clothing on the bed and sit down next to them. "I'm exhausted, not tonight Harry." His eyebrows furrow, the only emotion I really know him to have. "Then why did you even drag me here?"

"You followed me." He rubs his temples and sighs, and I can say in a truthfulness that I have no idea what is going on in his head. "Listen, um.."

"My name is Belle if that's what you were stuck on," my words hold poison as I look up at his standing figure. "Yeah, Belle," he pauses on the word, testing how it feels on his lips as he continues to think. "Thank you for standing up for me today. It was stupid, and obviously not worth it by the looks of your nose, but thank you."

"Everyone deserves a second thought," I shrug, having always been taught compassion by the scenarios that surrounded my past. And for maybe the first time, I almost saw a glimpse of a smile on his cherry lips.

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