Finding Him // h.s.

Chapter Six // Pity

~emma~
I've been in bed for two days straight now, I haven't eaten anything and Ciara's getting suspicious. No, I haven't told her what happened about Drake, why, because I'm basically denial that this has all happened and I'm fucking scared.

She told me Louis is going to stop by whether I like it or not, but once she told me that I burst into tears. Not another man...

I pull the duvets up to my chin as I hear footsteps approaching my bedroom door. Ciara enters my room, looking sympathetically at me, she thinks I'm homesick. I look at her hands to see a plate of sliced apples and white cheese. "You're favourite combination.", she happily smiles, she hasn't forgot... "Please eat something, for me.", she begs. She sets the plate on my nightstand beside an untouched glass of water.

I sit up and lean against the headboard. "Louis'll be here any minute now but I have to leave.", she tells me, kissing me on the cheek. I love her affection towards me, it makes me feel so safe—that's sounds silly but I just love when her attentions on me.

Ciara quickly leaves for work. She works at 'The Warehouse' with Jessie, that's why she's barely round... God, I wish she was round all the time.

•••

I hear the front door open and shuffling in the lounge room. Louis' here, I almost groan out loud. I look over to the digital clock on the nightstand: 9:50 AM.

I spot a little white paper beside the apple slices... I don't remember that.

I pick it up, unfolding it:

Louis isn't coming, Harry is!
-lots of love, Ciara Xx

•••

Harry finally finds my room after ten minutes of walking all over the flat. I hear him walk in and I shut my eyes. I'm pretending to sleep.

"Quit the act, babe.", he chuckles.

I groan, sitting up, "I don't need a babysitter.".

He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. I take in his appearance, he looks like he just came back from a run. He's sporting a black v-neck and grey baggy sweats—might I add his hair looks moist and he's sweating bullets.

"You drinking that?", he questions, looking at the glass of water on the nightstand.

I shake my head. I don't want to talk anymore, I childishly decide. He walks closer to me making me a bit nervous. But all he does is pick up the glass of water and continue to talk, nothing else.

"Ciara invited me over,", Harry takes a sip of water before continuing, "Since we started off bad, she wants us to get to know each other more.".

I slug back down underneath the duvets and turn on my side, my back towards him.

I can hear him chuckle, "I see you don't wanna cooperate.". He does sound intimidating but at this point, he's not as intimidating as Drake.

I can feel Harry touch my bare neck, "How'd this happen?". He does actually sound concerned but what is he even talking about anywa—

The bruise...no, not a hickey—not even close to a mark of affection...

Drake suddenly wraps his hand round my neck, holding me up against the wall. "Lemme see you're pretty face.", he snickers, tightening his grip round my fragile neck.

Drake's hammered but he also knows what he's doing and how he's liking every second of it.

"Hey, hey...", Harry interrupts my disturbing thoughts. I resurface into reality and realise tears are pouring down my cheeks. "What's wrong?", he questions, he expression emotionless but his eyes tell otherwise.

I honestly have no lie to give other then, 'Oh gosh, sorry sir, I'm just on my period.'. But I also don't want to tell him the truth about what happened...what if Harry does the same thing to me.

"How'd you get that bruise?", Harry tries again. "Did someone do this to you?", he sternly asks me, demanding an answer.

I nod whilst sitting up and looking towards him. "Yes someone did this to me.", I answer.

He stands up straight, hands down by his sides. "Who.", he bellows.

I flinch at his loud voice, he better not do anything—I didn't know he would get this upset anyways.

I don't respond—why? I honestly have no idea, for some reason I just cannot speak. I'm just trying to take everything in.

I let out a sob, coming to terms that I've been robbed of my innocence, that I've been hurt and abused by a man I don't even know.

I flinch as I feel Harry sit beside me on the bed. "Don't touch me.", I shakily tell him through gritted teeth.

He puts his hands up in defence, nodding. I think he does know what happened, that I've gotten abused but not that I've been... raped.

"Is Ciara aware of this?".

I pull my blonde hair over my left shoulder, covering the mark. "No, please do not tell her.", I look down, wiping away the tears. God, Ciara and I are fucked.

He sighs, obviously upset with both me and the situation. He slides off the bed, standing up and holds out his hand, pulling off a smile. "Lemme show you round, get this off your mind.".

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AUTHORS NOTE:
Someone asked me why I'm taking so long to get the the "heated and serious" parts of my book. Well, my answer to that is:

I don't like to jump straight into a story because it seems more silly and fake then realistic and thought out. So the earlier chapters I wrote weren't really "filler chapters" but they were introduction chapters and chapters to get the audience to understand the situation going on.

ANYWAYSSSS, my cat is literally licking the butter off of my bread soo...

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See ya Xx