Cute as a Button - Harry Styles

Chapter 9 ~ Blankets Hot chocolate and Cake

Lydia's POV:

"Hello..." I sobbed into the mic of my phone.

What would he think of me when I tell him what happened? Should I even tell him? ... yes, yes I should.

"Lydia? what happened? is everything ok?" I heard his deep Cheshire accent coo down the line.

"No.. I..." what was I to say?

"Don't worry I'm on my way love" he ends the call before I say anymore. I didn't even need to tell him what was wrong.

My heart felt like it had been shattered into millions of pieces. I sat on the curb and brought my knees into my chest, sobbing. Ryan was my everything, now I felt betrayed, mislead, heartbroken and also empty.

I never thought Ryan was capable of trying to abuse me, sure he got drunk every once in a while, but never like this. I rubbed my eyes knowing that my mascara was coming off and most likely rubbed over my face. But I didn't care. My eyes were stinging from all the crying and I felt like this pain would never end.

It took Harry ten minutes to reach my house. He pulled up and rushed out to me.

"What are you doing out here? you will freeze" he said draping his coat over my shoulders. I hadn't even thought about the cold, but now I thought about it, I was shaking and my hands were numb. It wasn't something I would care about at this moment in time.

He bent down in front of me, but I didn't have the strength to look him in the eyes. He obviously didn't know how upset I was. He tried to catch my eye but I bent my head into my knees. Then I felt something warm and comforting holding my hands. I looked up and he was trying to warm up my hands by breathing in them and rubbing them.

"You want to come back to mine and talk?" I didn't answer "I have hot chocolate" he wiggled his eyebrows. I didn't laugh, I wasn't in the mood, but I got up slowly and Harry lead me to the front if his car where we turned the heating directing at me and turned it up.

There was a long silence once he drove off.

"I'm sorry" I breathed shakily, managing just about to talk without crying.

"For what honey?" He asked. Was he serious? I was such an inconvenience.

"For asking you to come and get me" I almost whispered to stop the cracking of my voice from showing.

"You didn't ask remember? I just came" I thought back, I guess that is true, but I still called him. Silence filled the car again. "So I'm guessing this is to do with that prick of a boyfriend" he chuckled. I couldn't blame him for laughing, I mean he did think he was funny and also he didn't know the seriousness of the situation.

"Yeh that's right" I didn't talk for a moment. He was obviously letting me say it in my own time. "He tried to... Um... abuse me" I managed to get out. Visions of Ryan's evil, drunken eyes fixed on my body as he came closer to me flashed in my mind. If I hadn't tripped I would have been able to run quicker, the memory of his sneering laugh as he watched me fall to the floor rang in my mind. I shook it off. And turned my attention back to Harry who's eyes had widened and hardened, whilst still focused on the road. His knuckles were white, gripping the steering wheel.

"You mean like.. rape?" he asked and I nodded. I'm sure he would have raped me if I hadn't tried to fight back. "Oh my god" he was ashamed of me wasn't he, I shouldn't have come back to him. "What a bastard. I'm glad I picked you up".

Tears once again flowed freely over my water line, streaming down my face.

As we arrived at his flat, he walked in with me, his arm round my waist for comfort. I was still wearing his coat, it smelled like him which I found surprisingly comforting. He grabbed my hand and sat me down of a big, comfy sofa. I looked around the room, it was opposite the front door. It was spacious but homely at the same time. I loved it, it was warm and safe, unlike how it felt returning to my flat with Ryan.