-Juno's POV-
I woke up with arms wrapped loosely around me and someones chest in front of me. I began to panic, then realized it was just Harry. I tried to get up, but Harry wrapped his arms around me tighter. "Harry," I whispered. "Harry!" I said louder, which in return I got a loud snore from him. I flicked his nose which caused his eyes to shoot open. "Wake up sleeping beauty," I teased. He groaned and tightened his grip on me even more. "Harry! Let me go!" I squirmed.
"No, stay with me!" He pleaded.
"Harry!" I whined, giving up. He smiled triumphantly before nuzzling his head in my neck. I sighed and stopped trying to pry his arms of me, instead just laying them on his chest. I was still pretty tired so I just closed my eyes and savored the protection I felt only when I was with him. I haven't known him for very long, but I still felt safer than ever when I was with him. "H-Harry?" I hesitantly asked.
"Yes love?" he whispered in a hoarse morning voice. My heart skipped a beat. God, how cheesy was that?
"What did you do? T-to those guys?" I felt him tense up next to me. He hesitated, trying to figure out what to say.
"Lets not talk about that-"
"No, I wanna know," I said firmly. He sighed and met my eyes.
"I had to make them pay. For what they did to you."
"You didn't, uh, k-kill them-"
"No, no. I just ruffed them up a little," he smiled and playfully punched the air like a boxer. I smiled lightly. "Do that again," Harry said. I looked up at him confused. His eyes were sparkling and he grinned widely at me. "That was the first time I've ever seen you smile," I blushed and looked down. "No, y-your smile, it's beautiful Juno. I hope I can make you do that again." He gushed and tucked a piece of my crazy morning hair behind my ear.
"Thank you, Harry. For everything," he smiled and nodded. He probably would never know just how grateful I really was.
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"You have to go to school, Harry." I said later that morning. School was going to start in like ten minutes, and although I wasn't going, I didn't want to be the reason Harry didn't.
"I don't have to do anything. I'm not going unless you go to." He stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest.
"Well I'm not going."
"Then neither am I. C'mon Juno, skipping school for one day isn't going to kill me. Let's just watch movies or something." I sighed and nodded. My mom had already left for work quite a bit ago, and wouldn't be home until tonight, so I figured why not?
Harry sat on the couch while I searched for movies. "Stop looking at my butt, Harry," I said without turning around.
"How'd you...?"
"I'm a girl. Girls can always tell when guys are checking them out." I pulled out a movie. "You're doing it again!" I turned slightly to see him blushing. I smirked and nodded my head. I put the movie in the DVD player and plopped down on the couch.
"You're so far away," Harry groaned and put his arms out to show he couldn't reach me. "Come closer," he persisted.
"I don't know, I'm pretty comfortable," I teased.
"Fine." Harry came and sat on my lap, facing the tv.
"Your butt is so boney! Ow!" I squeled as he wiggled around on my lap. "Get off me!" I groaned.
"I don't know, I'm pretty comfortable," he mocked me.
"Fuck you," I mumbled.
"Look, darling I know you want to but-" I cut him off by pushing him off finally. I immediatley pulled my knees up to my chest so he couldn't sit on my lap again. Harry rolled around on the ground and groaned.
"How comfortable are you now?" I smirked. He flipped me off and composed himself. He stared at me for a few moments, and I became worried. He pulled my feet out and I landed on the floor with a thump. He straddled my waist and pinned my arms above my head.
Images of those guys all over me unwilling flooded my mind. I began to shake and tears welled in my eyes. All I could see was that guy's evil eyes looking hungrily down at me. Its like I was there all over again. I could feel his grimy hands all over me, the gag in mouth silencing my screams. My arms and legs pinned against the hard concrete. The overwhelming feeling of helplessness and dread.
"Juno? Juno!" Harry's voice brought me back to the real world. I wasn't being attacked. I wrapped my arms around myself and shook the images out of my head. I stood up and looked anywhere but Harry's concerned eyes.
"Do you w-want some tea?" I asked, needing something to distract me. I left the living room before I could hear his answer. I pulled the tea out of the cupboard and began boiling water. I was still shaking so I decided to turn up the heat, even though I knew it wouldn't help. After I brewed the tea I turned around to see Harry standing in the door way. "Here," I held a mug of tea out to him with shaky hands. I mentally willed them to stop shaking, to no avail. Harry didn't take it, only looking down at me with sad eyes. "Please just take it," I said and sighed. He took it from my hands and I went back into the living room and sat on the couch.
He sat next to me, but made sure to keep his distance. "Harry, I'm fine. Really, just press play." I montioned to the tv remote that was on the other side of him. I sipped my tea, the warm liquid running down my throat and comforting me.
"The Lion King? Really?" Harry asked as the movie began to play.
"Yes, while in my house we will watch my movies. Don't hate, it's a good movie," I told him. He seemed to relax a bit, seeing I wasn't going to have some meltdown or panic attack. He crossed one leg over the other, where his ankle was resting atop his knee. His arm was carelessy resting on the back of the couch behind me. I had the sudden urge to cuddle into him, to feel his warmth and protection. All I had to do was scoot over a few feet, only a few feet from comfort. I refrained myself from doing so, but the urge still clouded over my mind. I stared at the small space on the couch inbetween us, not even paying attention to the movie.
"Babe just come over here already," Harry said suddenly. My head snapped to meet his eyes. "It's obvious you want to," I blushed deeply before slowly scooting over. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I rested my head on his chest. I felt much more comfortable and relaxed in his arms.
"Harry! Harry! Are you in here?" A voice rang through the house similar to Harry's. I pushed myself of the couch and stood in front of Damon who was standing in the hallway. I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms. "Is Harry here?" he asked, clearly annoyed.
"You can't just burst into my house demanding for your brother! How'd you even know where I live?" I demanded.
"I don't have time for this!" he groaned and pushed me aside. "Harry!" he called again.
"No! Get out of my house before I call the cops!" he gave me a dirty look.
"You've go to be kidding me," he said disbelievingly.
"I wish I was, sweetheart," I said sarcastically. Harry took that moment to come into the hallway. "Good, now take your little family issues outside and tell me when you're done." I pushed them out of the house and closed the door. I plopped back down on the couch and continued watching the movie alone.
The end of the movie was nearing when I heard the front door open and keys being set down on the counter. My mom came into the living room and kissed me on the forehead. "Hi, how was today?" she looked at me with sincere concern, a look I haven't seen in quite some time.
"It was fine. I'm okay, Mom," I reassured her again.
"Okay enough to go back to school?" she asked me with raised a raised eyebrow. The thought of going back to school made me gag, but I didn't want to fall behind Senior year.
"Yeah, I'll try," I said and sighed. I'd probably tell her what happened eventually, but not now. The less people that know the better. And right now Harry is the only one that knows, and he's the only one that needs to know.
