Temptation

Chapter 7

The inside of the apartment building is a lot nicer than it looks on the outside. The walls are huge and white and harry and I make our way to the silver doors that lead into an elevator.

I still can't cope what has just happened to me. I could've been raped if Harry didn't throw him off of me. I can tell I'm still in shock because my body is shivering and I can't seem to process words to speak to harry.

When we enter inside the elevator, he presses a button that has the number '8'. He looks at me when the door closes and looks away and let's out a deep breathe. The quietness on the elevator isn't awkward; I just don't think he knows what to say and I still can't seem to be able to process any words.

I follow harry out of the elevator and he walks down a hallway with red walls and a black carpet. He stops at the door that reads '300' and opens it up with his keys.

The inside is clean, which is pretty shocking considering guys are usually dirty. We lead into a small living room with a large leather sofa and a matching smaller one. A flat screen tv is up against the wall and I stand by it while Harry makes his way into a bedroom ad calms out minutes later with clothing in his arms.

"You can change into the these." He hands me a pair of red plaid sweat pants and a black shirt. It smells like him; peppermint.

"Bathrooms right over there." He won't make eye contact with me. He points behind me down a small hallway and a door that's opened that I am assuming is the bathroom. I walk over and close the door behind me.

The sweat pants are baggy and the shirt is really long on me, due to the fact that Harry's tall. I'm not short, but I'm not too tall either. Last time I checked I was 5'6.

I turn and look at myself in the mirror; I look like crap. My face is red from all of the crying, the bags under my eyes are gigantic and my hair I tangled and it's curls are dead. I rinse my face off with water and dry it with the towel that was hanging on the rack by the sink.

When I walk out the door Harry is sitting on the couch and he looks up at me and pats down on the seat next to him gesturing for me to sit. I look down at the floor but do as I am told.

When I sit he lets out a sigh and turns to face me. I look away because my appearance is disturbing and embarrassing.

"Look at me." He orders. I lower my head to look at the floor before seconds later to look at his beautiful green eyes. They're filled with hurt and care.

"Did he-" he pauses to swallow and shake his head gently. "Did he hurt you?"

I hesitate to answer. I don't want to look back at those images in my head, remembering them brings more tears to my eyes. I hold them back.

"Physically or emotionally?" The words crack As they come out of my mouth.

"Both." He almost wispers. I nod and look away again. Harry puts his hand on my chin and forces me to look back at him.

"Why do you keep looking away from me?" He scans over my eyes waiting for an answer.

"I don't look the best right now." I answer truthfully.

"Beth, do you have any idea what you just went through?"

"What?"

"Do you-" he begins but I cut him off.

"No. You called me Beth." I assure him.

"Yeah?"

"It's always been Bethany." I look down at my hands.

"Then I'll call you Bethany." He rolls his eyes

"No. I like Beth, it's different." I force a smile.

I want to drop this subject and move on from this and try to forget but harry isn't having it.

His jaw stiffens and his shoulders tense up. "Did he hit you?" He says the words out of his mouth too fast for me to barely process what he said.

I flashback to the time when the creep slapped me across the face. The remembrance of it makes my cheek sting with pain and bring my hand to it to sooth it.

"He just slapped me." A single tear slipped down my face but I wipe it away quickly.

"Just? No. Not 'just'. He fucking hit you and he could've fucking raped you if I hadn't gone in there and knock the son of a bitch out!"

Harry screams and stands up from his seat next to me and runs his large hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry." I quietly say.

He puts his arms down to his sides and almost laughed at me.

"Would you just stop? You're always saying sorry for shit that you had nothing to do with." He tries to whisper but it turns out to be a normal tone.

"I'm s-" I start. "Okay..."

After a brief moment of silence I decide to ask him the question that been on my mind ever since Harry entered the room.

"Do you know him?" I ask.

"Why?" He looks up at the Ceiling, not making eye contacts with me.

"Curious."

"C'mon. You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep out here." He tugs at my arm and leads me to the bedroom.

His duvet it navy blue and his walls are dark gray.

"I can sleep out there. Really, it's fine." I tell him.

"I'll be out there if you need me. Try to get some rest." He doesn't even seem to hear me when I told him that because he completely made it seem like I didn't.