Wild

Wild 3

The elevator opens and I am practically carried inside. I feel so tired and out of it I almost fall, but Henry catches me

"Wait till we get to the bedroom before you pass out Kih," Henry says in a sly way.

The doors begin to close and I feel Kyle's hand slide from my back to my bum again and Henry's hand releases my arm and rests on my shoulder. The third guy, David, just looks me up and down with a smug look on his face.

"Please let....let me...go," I mumble.

"Why would weeeee do thaat?" Henry stutters before brushing the hair from my face, his hand hovering by my cheek.

"Please! Niall! Zayn!...anyone!" I practical sob. Just as I'm about to up on my anyone coming to help me, a hand slips through the doors causing them to open again. The last person I want to see, standing with his hands clenched at his side.

"What's your problem mate!" Kyle spat, not trying to hide his annoyance. Harry's expression was one that could kill. When he looked at me his expression softened slightly. Did he come here to help me? Unlikely. I look down avoiding eye contact with him.

"Kih, are you okay?" Harry's voice seems more raspy then before. He steps in front of the door as it tries to close again. I shrug but do not look up.

"She called for your friends. Not you. Beat it curls," Henry smirks. Harry took in the situation, his body tensing at the sight of the two boys' hands on me. He seems to consider it a moment before stepping inside the elevator.

"I just need a lift up to my floor mate," Harry says cooly. Henry laughs but turns his attention back to me. I should've know Harry was too much of an ass to consider helping me. The elevator begins moving slowly.

"So babe about my room, I'm going to make you-" Kyle whispers. Before I could react Harry's fist connects with Kyle's jaw. He crumbles to the floor, holding an already bleeding nose.  Henry charges Harry and his fist connects with Harry's stomach. Harry doubles over clearly unaware the two drunks could actually put up a fight. The third guy had a tight grip on my forearm now.

Harry!

I wanted to help him, but Kyle had recovered and he and the other guy held me back from running to Harry. Yes, he was a jerk, but he was a heroic jerk. He stood up straight and pushed Henry back up against the elevator wall. Before he could get a hit on Henry the third guy let go of my arm and pulled Harry back. In a moment of distraction I kick my foot up, hitting the button for floor number 10, the dining hall would be closed at this hour and completely empty but it was the next floor we would be passing. When I look back to the boys opposite me in the large elevator, Kyle is holding Harry's arms behind his back while Henry punches him over and over in the stomach area.

"How pathetic. Such a little hero." He punches Harry two more times in the gut. I couldn't take it anymore. The guy holding my arm was to intent on watching the fight, his grip on my arm had loosened. I pulled back freeing my arm regaining his attention just as the doors open to the 10th floor. Another punch, Harry groaned and fell to his knees.

"Come on baby. Don't you want to be with a guy that can actually take a punch." The boy grabs for my hand again. As he leans towards me I roughly punch him in the nose, his hands fly to his face releasing my arm. A jolt of energy surges inside me for just a moment.

"Leave him alone!" I grab Henry's hand and pull it back at a painful angle as we tumble out of the elevator into the large dining room. Harry takes the distraction as a chance and somehow manages to flip the guy over his back and on to the floor.

"You little bitch!" Henry screams and gets to his feet. I'm not prepared as he raises his hand and connects it to my cheek and bottom lip. I fall back painfully into the side of a table with the unexpected. Harry is out into the room, taking Henry by the shoulder he punches him so hard I flinch.

"Stay down." His tone was filled with disgust.

My face and side throb so badly I rest back against the leg of the table, sure to take no more part in the fight. The drowsiness I felt early soon overwhelms me again, I can only explain that it must've been something  in my drink.

"Kih are you hurt?" I look up to see Harry kneeling beside me.

"I'm fine."

I just wanted to go back to my room and curl up in the warm bed, I think to myself. Harry offers me a hand to help me get up, but slowly his face becomes blurry and my arms and legs feel like lead. I begin to find the cool tile floor and soft table cloth comfortable enough to sleep.

"Here, I've got you," Harry whispers. In one swift motion he picks me up from my half laying down position, carries me into the still waiting elevator. I can feel myself nodding off the to swaying of his steps, the heavenly scent of his cologne, his breath tickling the top of my head, and the steady beat of his heart against his chest.