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Eighteen

I turned my head to the side, resting on the pillow, as harry unpackaged all his supplies. My hands fisted the sheets, preparing for the pain. Harry took a deep breath before applying the stinging disinfectant to my cut area, and I squeezed my eyes shut. The sting carried on through my body, and tears whelmed in my eyes. I kept my head to the side, not looking down at what harry was doing, mostly because I couldn’t. harry whispered calming words to me as he wrapped up my side, and cleaned up all the supplies. I cautiously pulled the sheets back up and held them to me. I began to rethink what had happened, and I became afraid. What if this was considered a threat? I was aware some fans didn’t like me, but I knew a few did take a liking to me. I knew that if anything harry would do everything in his power to prevent what had happened to me, but it all happened too fast for any of us to see it coming. I sighed as harry walked back into the room and carefully crawled onto the bed, taking a seat beside me.

“is it hurting?” he asked taking my hand in his.

I nodded my head.

“I’m so sorry, Amy.” Harry said shaking his curls, then wiping them to the side as he always did. “this never should have happened to you, but I promise it’ll never happen again.”

“it wasn’t your fault.” My shaking voice said.

“I should have stopped them.”

His guilt was evident, I saw this coming. I knew he would blame himself, but in all honesty we both knew nothing could have been done, no one saw it coming. We didn’t even see who had done it to me, but even after all this happened, I still felt safe with harry. Maybe even more safe than I did before.

“you couldn’t have stopped them, harry. I didn’t even see who did it. It’s fine, I’m fine.” I weakly smiled.

Harry bent down and kissed my head, then going down to my nose.

“1-10, how badly down it hurt?”

“9” I truthfully answered.

Harry sighed again before getting up and stripping off into some joggers. I propped myself up onto my elbows, slowly making my way out of the bed to change. I held my breath as I slowly got onto my feet and walked over to my suitcase. I bent down slightly, and pain shot through my side.

“Harry?” I called.

He popped his head out of the bathroom.

“can you get my clothes out, please?” I asked.

He nodded and walked over, pulling out some tights and a t shirt for me to wear.

“thanks.” I said lowly.

harry got down to my level and pecked my lips quickly before walking back to the bathroom. I changed as fast as I could, which wasn’t fast at all, and made my way to the bed. I laid down and got comfortable, and my dog joined me. His fur was soft against my bare arms as he cuddled up to my side, paws coming over my chest. He laid with me until harry made his way out of the bathroom and onto the bed, yet again.

“are you hungry?” he asked, pushing some stray hairs behind my ear.

“kind of, are you?”

Harry nodded as a response.

“just call for a pizza or something, I don’t want you to leave me.” I almost begged.

Usually I wouldn’t mind if harry had gone to get food for the two of us, leaving me alone in the hotel room. But at a time like this I was nearly afraid to be here alone, especially after today.

“alright, plus alyssa should be here any minute now.”

I nodded and went back to petting my dog as harry called for a pizza. After about 5 minutes there was a knock at the door, a frantic knock. I was slightly confused as I looked over at the door. Harry walked over and opened it, and it wasn’t the pizza man. There stood alyssa, with her suitcase in hand, and a worried expression of her face. Walking past harry and straight to my bed side came the one that is, alyssa.