After that embarassing event I went ahead with the cleaning but i couldn't stop myself from crying, he was so rude to me he didnt even give me a chance to explain
I clutched the jacket sofia had given me and and walked really fast, it was already dark and the only source of light were the lights from the Christmas decorations, i found an alley close to Harry's house to stay in so i could show up early for work and once I get my pay check I could find a motel to stay, i walked in slowly just incase there were people there i could slip out without them noticing i was ever there, it was empty so i walked in and layed my jacket on the ground and rested my head on the cold hard ground.
My eyes fluttered open when i heard footsteps..i stood up and i saw a huge guy clutching a bottle of what looked like vodka..i bent over and picked up my jacket and kept my distance while trying to work past him out of the alley but i failed terribly cause
he said "where you going buttercup" walking towards me stumbling a little i tried sprinting but he caught me with a swift move i yelped and tried yelling for help but he quickly covered my mouth with his large palms, I don't know how but tongue had touched his palms, it tasted like vomit
i felt my back forcefully come in contact with the dirty brick wall and i hissed in pain i tried pushing him but that just seemed to anger him cause he reached out and slapped me..i screamed and i could feel the hot tears streaming down my face i heard the sound of him ripping my shirt.
This can't be happening, it really can't then an idea crossed my mind,I had done what every girl knew how to do in this situation, i brought my knee with every single enegry i had left and connected it with his groin he moaned in pain and held his "area" and i took the chance to run i could hear his footsteps behind me so i put my legs to good use and ran as fast as i could to the only place i knew was safe.
"HARRY!! harry please open the door please" i banged the door with my fist and rang the doorbell, the door swang open and a groggy and shirtless harry emerged
i pushed past him and he shut the door and looked at me with a very confused look.
"what the hell happened to you" he said studying my torn shirt with wasnt doing a good job hiding my bra, i didn't reply i just broke down in tears and i hid my face in my palms, i felt harry wrap his arms around me and rocking me back and forward.
"hey hey...don't cry everything's gonna be okay...did anything happen" he whispered obviously very uncomfortable with our current position i whispered a "no"
he led me to kitchen and gave me some leftover spegetti i thanked him and he nodded
"what were you doing outside this late" the asked
"i was asleep" i said with shame taking over me
"asleep...outside" he asked, i nodded
"where exactly" he asked
"alley"i replied with a mouth full of food hoping it would stop him from understanding
"idiot...you honestly expect this not to happen when you go around sleeping on the street" he said calmly
his insult stung me but the words he said afterwards madeup for it..words i will never forget till i die
"you can have room 6"
