The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 28: Guardian Angel

As they beat Harry up, I feel guilt hit me of how I kept arguing him, and start to cry while I'm screaming. The robber gets closer to me, and I yank his mask off. IT IS STEVEN. "STEVEN?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!" "IM TEACHING THIS PRETTY-BOY A LESSON FROM STEALING MY GIRL." "NO!" I elbow the guy in the gut, causing him to drop me. I get all scratched up because when he drops me, my arm hits a vase, and it breaks on me. I have cuts and bruises, but I rush over to Harry. The guy finally stops kicking him, and the police sirens get closer. "Harry!" I say while crying. I try to shake him awake, and he's almost rolled up into a little ball. I lay my complete torso and head on him, while I repeat his name. "Harry.." I sound muffled because my face is on his hip. I pick him up and take him to my room. The police get down and arrest Steven and his gang while I go up the stairs. "Do you know this man?" asks an officer. "Please, Katie.. You know me...It's Steven" "No it isn't. I don't even know you anymore." "No, I don't know him officer." "Alrighty, then."They take Steven out of the door in four-way handcuffs. "YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS KAT-" The door closes. I rush over to my bed, and lay Harry down. He has a bit of a black eye, a cut lip, and a scratch across his cheek. He has a few more bruises on his right arm, but I focus mostly on his cuts. I apply ointment to them, and after an hour, he wakes up. "W..What happened?" he says, his voice cracking. "You saved me from a robber. I have a scratch on my cheek, but I'm fine." He gently kisses my lips, and I almost start crying. "I'm glad you're alive, Harry. You were knocked out cold." "Yeah, I guess." He gets up, and his knees buckle. I run over to him, and catch him before he crumbles to the ground "H-Harry... Do I need to take you to a do-" "No Katie, I'm fine..." I lay him down again, and he tries to make out with me. "Harry, no." "Why? I need to feel better.." he says, along with a puppy dog face. "Harry, you're hurt. No making out while you're hurt." "But I'm not...it's just a scratch!" he whines. I check his arms, and I guess I was hallucinating from the glass breaking on me, because he has no bruises or cuts on his arms anymore, and the cut, and black eye are both gone. Its just a tiny cut on hit upper lip corner. "But you nearly fell right now..." "Who said I'd be getting up for anything?" he says, with a wink. I laugh, at how perverted he can be, even if he's injured. "Alright, Alright. But you took the punches like a sissy!" I tease. "Ohhh another strike for Katie, you're gonna get it hard." "Be my guest."