~Harry's P.O.V~
"She's taking rather long.." I whisper to myself, my hands resting on the steering wheel of Natalie's car. Something's triggered my mind to think that something's wrong...
I need to go check on her.
The cold wind chills my face as I speed-walk over to the white building. It looked quite creepy, actually.
As I'm walking over to the door, I hear sobbing and mumbling on the other side of the building.
I walk around the wall to find some drunk prick pinning Natalie against one of the walls, her shirt half unbuttoned.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I scream, pulling the guy down to the cement by his shirt collar. He lays on the ground holding his hands up in surrender, but he continues to spat twisted, perverted comments to Natalie.
I turn to Natalie, who's eyes seem to be getting heavier, but her violent trembling and sobbing hasn't let up.
I jab his ribcage a few times before leaving his face bloody and bruised.
I wipe my forehead, letting the curls fall back down onto my face. Natalie's on the floor, out cold. She's got this habit of fainting every time her fear overpowers her.
"Nat. Nat, babe, come on. I'll take you home." I whisper. Her gorgeous blue eyes open, her face displaying deep confusion.
"I-I... What happened.."
"Don't worry. I'll explain at your house."
(A/N: This is really short, im sorry. I'LL MAKE UP FOR IT BY PUTTING LOTS OF FLUFF IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Toodles. xx)
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