Damaged Goods. (A Harry Styles Fanic)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lola decided that she didn’t want to go straight home, knowing that John and Jake were there. She just wanted to get away from the town for a bit, and go somewhere quiet to recover from the shock of her assault. She couldn’t believe what had happened within the space of half an hour.

“My Mum’s away with family for the weekend, we can walk back there for a bit. Then i’m gonna go back out, but you can come or go back to my Dads, whatever” Harry said, as they walked away from the growing busy nighlife around the club complex. He put his hands casually in his pockets, occasionally stopping and lending Lola a hand to grip onto as she adjusted her heels.

It was strangely not awkward as they had pulled out of their long first kiss. Both slightly breathless, warm and dazed, they merely unconnected their lips, keeping the rest of their bodies in the same position. Gentle fans of air escaped their parted mouths, noses caressing and electricity still buzzing.

Harry watched the flicker of Lola’s thick black eyelashes downwards to inbetween them, he wanted nothing more than to go lean back in again. He’d been flooded with her caring declarations and confessions, spilling out what she subconciously had been feeling towards him. But remembered she’d just had the fright of her life beforehand, and probably needed somewhere to calm down.

“Are you sure no-one’s home?” Lola asked quietly, as she stepped up towards the front door of his Mums house.

“Yeah the lights are all off” Harry replied, finding his key and sticking it through the door. Lola shivered slightly, tear stains still marked into the skin of her cheek. She felt dirty after being groped and assaulted by Sam, trying to forget his face in her mind.

The door opened and Harry flicked on the lightswitch in the hallway. Lola followed shyly as he strolled into the kitchen, giving a quick glance around.

“Go sit down, relax for a bit. I’ll make you something to drink” Harry offered, knowing she was still in a state of shock after crashing back down to earth after their spontaneous kiss. Harry pulled a mug out of the cupboard, deciding she could do with something warm and sweet to ease the shock phase.

“Thanks” she muttered feebly, sitting down on the sofa that was conveniently already pulled out. Her knees raised up slightly as she kept her high shoes on, her forearms resting lazily on her knees. Lola bought her hands up to her mouth, nibbling on her fingernails as she replayed the last hour in her mind, before running her fingers frustratedly through the roots of her waved hair.

Harry re-entered the room a minute later, cautiously observing Lola’s current state as he placed a mug down on a coaster. He sat down a metre or so away from her on the spacious sofa bed and kept his gaze on her for a few moments as she lifted her head back up from where it sunk in her hands.

The room was dark and gloomy, the only source of lighting glowng from a small lamp on the shelf. The air was silent as Lola stared aimlessly at the mug, watching the steam rise. She could feel Harrys eyes on her, trying to suss out what she was thinking.

“What did he do to you?” his smooth voice broke the silence

Lola took a tiny sip of the drink, the liquid burning her lips. She paused, remembering the panic going through her mind when she thought he was really going to force her into sex

“Nothing. He just….I dunno, felt me up” she murmured

“That explains why he had his trousers down” Harry replied sarcastically

“Well he thought he could win even though I didn’t want to”

Harry hoped she’d say no to the question he was about to ask. He swallowed and opened his dry lips “Did he win?”