With Your Love

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Tori's POV.

On the car ride back to my room, Kristen had texted me saying that she wouldn't be coming back tonight and that she would see me tomorrow. She must be staying with a friend or maybe Steven. I haven't seen him in awhile. I'll have to ask Kris how he's doing.

My nerves are still at an all time high after what just happen. I can tell Harry notices by the constant glances he gives me, but I really hope he doesn't comment on it. I really don't know what to do and I'll admit, I am a little scared. How did he know me? Has he seen me around campus? Have we met and I just don't remember? All these questions I didn't have the answer to. He looked so familiar. I swear I've seen him before, but I just can't think of who it might be. His eyes. They look so much like.....no. No way.

The sound of the engine cutting off pulls me from my thoughts. I go to open my door, but it's locked. I wait for the sound indicating that Harry has unlocked the doors, but it never comes. I turn to look at him and his eyes catch mine.

"What's wrong?" His green eyes shine bright in the dimness of the street light.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I give him a small smile, hoping it convinces him. Lucky for me, it does.

"I'll walk you to your room." He says and presses the unlock button on his door before hopping out.

We walk into the lobby together and he presses the up button on the elevator. When we step inside, I feel my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my shorts so I pull it out, thinking it may be Kris.

*Don't think that what happen is over. Oh baby, that was only the beginning. See you soon ;)*

It was....him. I didn't even have to guess, I knew. How did he get my number? When I look up from my phone, we're standing infront of my door. I don't even remember walking out of the elevator.

"Okay, I can't take this. Tell me what's bothering you." Harry grabs my attention by turning my face and making me look at him.

"Nothing Harry. There really isn't anything wrong with me." I try playing it off.

"Bullshit. When I left you at that table you were perfectly fine, but when I got back you looked scared and out of it and you still are, so talk."

"Harry-"

"No Tori. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on." He crosses his arms over his chest.

I just look at him for a minute before looking down at my feet, trying to make a decision as quickly as I can.

I can't tell him. He could be hurt, him in particular, by this unknown guy.

"If you tell anyone about what just happened, especially your boyfriend, I'll kill him."

No. There's no way I can tell him. He could definitely be hurt. But if I don't tell him, he'll be pissed at me. Also, I'm really confused and scared. I need him and maybe he could help me. I don't want to be in this alone.

"Okay, I'll tell you. Can we go inside?" I ask him. He nods his head and watches as I unlock the door and lead him in while cutting on lights as I go. I kick off my shoes and take my phone out to turn it off. I don't want anymore disturbances. I walk over to my dresser, pull out a pair of navy cotton shorts and a gray hoodie that I got when I went to Busch Gardens with some friends. I quickly grab a bra and a pair of panties, slipping them between my clothes.

"Umm, do you mind if I take a quick shower? I won't be long." I turn to see him sitting on my bed watching me closely. I have got to get this disgusting feeling of his hands off of me.

"Go ahead, it's fine." He says in a calm voice and I give him a small smile before disappearing into the bathroom.

Harry's POV.

Something must be really wrong. She didn't say a single word the whole way back or on our way up to her room. I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, I can't take this. Tell me what's bothering you." I lightly grabbed her face to make her look at me.

"Nothing Harry. There really isn't anything wrong with me." Yeah right.

"Bullshit. When I left you at that table you were perfectly fine, but when I got back you looked scared and out of it and you still are, so talk."

She tried to argue, but I wouldn't allow it. She finally agreed to tell me inside her room. She excused herself to take a shower, so I remain on her bed.

What could possibly have happened in those short minutes of us being apart? Did someone scare her? Or touch her? I swear if anyone messed with her, I'll fuck them up.

I should of just made her sit down with me and tell me what happened instead of going to take a shower. Leaving me out here with my thoughts, really wasn't the best decision.

Thankfully, I hear the water stop running and the sound of a shower curtain being pulled back.

Tori's POV.

After putting on my clothes, I leave my hair down to air dry.

As I open the bathroom door, I see Harry still sitting on my bed and he looks up at me as I walk into the room. I'm so nervous. I don't know why , but I am. I guess I'm just worried that he won't understand or he won't want to help me. I don't know.

I sit down beside him, turning my body towards his and crossing my legs on the bed. He turns to look at me expectantly.

"Well, umm when you walked away to the booth, someone came to talk to me....". I sigh and look down at my hands.

"He.....started to touch me and I wanted to scream for help, to scream for you, but he wouldn't allow it." I stop to look at Harry and he stares at me, waiting for me to continue. "It would have gone farther, but he saw you move up in the line and start talking, so he stopped. He told me not to tell anyone, especially you or...".

I didn't want to say it.

"Or what Victoria." He takes my hands in his, squeezing them lightly. I look at his face and I can tell he's more than upset. His jaw is clenched and he's trying really hard to keep his voice steady.

"He'll kill you."

He didn't say anything for what felt like forever. He just looked at me before looking down at our intertwined fingers and sighing deeply.

"That's not gonna happen." He finally says.

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because I just am. Who ever this guy is, he's not gonna hurt me or you ever again. Okay?" He moves his hand up to my face and brushes his thumb across my cheek bone as I nod.

"Do you know who he is or have you seen him before? I don't think he would target you for no reason."

"Well, he did....kind of look like my ex, but his eyes were the only thing that made him look familiar. Not his face or hair, nothing."

"What was his name?"

"Ryan, Ryan Manson."