united [h.s.]

eight

Zoe's POV

My eyelids were heavy, not wanting to open up. I heard a light beeping sound echoing around me, and the sounds of somebody repeatedly tapping their foot up and down. I let out a deep breath, finally finding the power to open my eyes. I blinked a couple of times to gain my focus, then looked around until my gaze landed on Harry.

He was sitting in a very uncomfortable-looking chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His fingers were threaded into his hair, tugging in what seemed like fear or frustration - maybe both.

"H-Harry," I choked out, not realizing just how dry my throat was. His head shot up, our eyes meeting. He rushed out of the chair and to the side of the bed, taking my hand in his and pushing my hair out of my face.

"Zoe, oh God, you're okay," Harry whispered, his gaze never leaving my own.

"You found me," I breathed out, wincing at how much my throat hurt. Harry reached over to the table beside him, grabbing the pitcher of water and pouring some into a cup. He handed it to me and I took no time in gulping it all down.

"I'm so sorry this happened, it's all my fault," Harry spoke, avoiding eye contact. I saw a spare tear slide down his cheek causing my heart to ache.

"Harry," I reached towards him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault, only that perv who did this. I was looking for you, you were looking for me. It's not your fault. Or mine. It's okay." He gave me a weak smile, leaning down and kissing my forehead.

"Alright. I'm sorry about leaving, too, I just-" He was interrupted by a knock on the door, which was opened to reveal an older looking man who seemed to be my doctor.

"Hi Zoe, I'm Doctor Kirsch. From what your charts tell me, the worst injury you have is a bruised rib. So we're going to prescribe you some pain medication, and I recommend you stay in bed for at least a week, if you need me to excuse you from school or work or anything, I gladly will. Any questions?" He closed his little notebook, looking between Harry and I with a kind smile on his face.

"No, I guess not." I answered, glancing at Harry to see if he had any. He shook his head no, and the next thing I knew, I was being discharged from the hospital. One of the nurses escorted me out in a wheelchair, thankfully no paps had heard news of us being here.

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"Here, you're freezing cold," Harry handed me a heated blanket, the warmth quickly spreading throughout me.

"Thanks," I mumbled, curling into myself and laying on the bed. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and I simply wanted to sleep for a couple of weeks. The events of what happened in that alley haunted me, constantly replaying through my head. I tried not to let Harry take notice of this, knowing he would freak out and I didn't need that right now.

I felt him crawl into the bed behind me. His arm brushed against my back, causing my body to flinch in reaction.

"It's just me, Zoe. It's Harry. It's okay," He whispered in my ear, me nodding in response. He draped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"You've been a good little slut,"

The mans voice echoed throughout my mind, the memories of him kicking me and lowering my worth not going away. I couldn't help the tears flowing down my face.

"Zoe, babe, it's okay," Harry whispered, leaving soft kisses on my neck and down my back. "I'm right here, baby girl, nobody's going to hurt you again. I've got you. Don't worry."

"Okay." I whispered, reaching up and wiping the tears off my face.

After a few moments I could hear Harry snoring, feeling his light breathing on my neck. I laid awake all night, unable to sleep, the pictures never leaving my mind.

Even Harry couldn't save me from myself.

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ok honestly idk what this was

super bad

im sorry

i literally am not feeling this story at all anymore ?!?

idk there's prob only gonna be like a couple more chapters

idk im SUPER sorry!! i'm sure y'all know how it is, i'm just not inspired by it anymore

idk but i hope everybody has a nice holiday!

all the love

-rebecca