Drop Dead Gorgeous

She Deserves More

***CHRISTI'S P.O.V***

"Christi? Can I ask you something?" Harry asked, playing with his fingers, breaking the silence in the tree house.

"Course Harry, anything." I smiled back nervously.

"Erm, I don't know how to say it really." He laughed a little. "Will you go out on a date with me?" He asked, looking up into my eyes.

I didn't know what to do. After everything with Jake I wanted to say no, but looking into his eyes, his perfect green orbs I couldn't resist. "Sure, why not?" I smiled, taking his hand in mine.

"Really? You mean it?" He asked surprised, a huge smile plastered on his dimpled face.

"Yeah!" I laughed. We climbed down from the tree house and stood in the hall way by the door.

"Well I better get going. I'll see you at school tomorrow. Bye!" He waved, before bounding out if the door. Just before I closed it, Billie stumbled up the path way. Her jeans were unzipped and her work top torn. She had mascara stains down her cheeks and was bleeding from her shoulders. Harry ran back up the street, inhumanly fast, catching her and carrying her to the door.

"Billie? What happened? Who did this?" I cried out, tears threatening to spill as Harry lay her on the sofa.

"Jake... He, he raped me... Said it was your fault... I'm sorry Chris!" She sobbed, burying her head in the sofa. She cried for a good hour, Harry stayed to comfort us both. Soon enough she carried herself to bed and fell asleep leaving me with Harry.

"You know it's really late Harry, maybe you should stay the night. I mean we have a guest room and you can borrow some pyjamas and I can drop you off in the morning?" I asked, secretly hoping he'd stay. I don't know what it is about him, but he just makes me feel safe, then again he's saved me twice and helped my sister in a space of 48 hours.

"Only if you're sure?" He asked.

"Of course, I'll get you some night clothes and make the bed!" I smiled, heading upstairs readying the guest room. I threw on some clean sheets and took out some of my brothers old clothes, from before he... Before killed himself. I laughed humourlessly at the thought of my mother, she still didn't know Clive was dead.

"Harry, you can come in you know." I laughed, hearing Harry hover outside the door. I stepped outside as he changed, before he reopened the door, allowing me back inside. I sat on the bed and smiled to myself.

"What?" Harry asked, placing himself on the bed besides me.

"This was my brothers room. I haven't been in here since... The incident" I muttered, trying not to show Harry my face, tears escaping my closed eyes.

"What happened? With your brother?" He asked, taking my hand in his, turning my head with his finger gently, looking into my eyes.

"Well lets say my mother had commitment issues and struggled after I was born. Dad worked in the army, still does, but when I was 11, she left, when dad was away. She promised she would come back but never did. We tried to tell dad but Clive stopped us, said it would worry him, a few months later, on Billie's 16th birthday, we woke up to him dead in the bathtub. He left a note which just said sorry but..." I spoke quietly before bursting into tears. "He killed himself and when dad came back, it wasn't for long. After the funeral we still couldn't contact mum, she doesn't even know about him now, but dad had to go back and left me and Billie together. She dropped out to look after me and we're fine but it's just... Hard I guess." I murmured before Harry pulled me into a strong hug. I wrapped my arms around him and cried quietly.

"I'm so sorry. You know, I would never leave you. I'd never want to hurt you like that..." He sighed, laying down, still embracing me. We lay there for a while in silence. Not the awkward kind, the peaceful, caring type. I felt so safe in his strong arms.