Caught

three

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"What the hell is going on?" I practically scream in Harry's face. My glare is trained on the amount of blood dried under his nose and around his mouth.

"Shhh, please just be quiet for a second. Please." he whispers just loud enough for me to hear. "I know this looks really bad but you've got to trust me." How could I trust someone I had just met, my options were simple I could trust him and stay quiet or I could march right out that door and see what was going on. I decide to go with option number two, if it wasn't for his concerned and warning glare I probably would have still been screaming my head off and running down the corridor.

"Where the fuck did he go!?" I can hear a deep voice shout through the door. Is the man outside looking for Harry? Oh god what did he get himself into, what am I getting myself into. I look at Harry confused but he replies by lifting his finger up to his lips, pouting them slightly. I feel his strong arm wrap around my back and guide me over towards the bed.

Harry moves us over to my bed, watching his step where ever he goes. The dorm is pitch black and I can't see a single thing, Harry and I having a bit of a habit to leaving everything everywhere so it doesn't surprise me when he trips over god knows what causing him to trip over me, us landing face to face with him on top of me.

I groan once his weight hits me. "I didn't know that could turn a girl on." he whispers into my ear, my cheeks flush bright red and I try to cover my giggle.

"Open this fucking door or so help me I will bust the shit out of it just to get my hands around your neck Styles!" The man outside begins smashing into the door with his body. I shiver under neither him praying the door will hold up, at least until the man gives up.

Harry shifts above me reaching for something, he then turns his phone on to flash it over his face mouthing to 'be quite'. Considering we have a crazed man trying to smash our door down, and if we make any sudden movement we're most likely dead. We stay in our current position, which happens to be on top of each other and to be totally honest I don't really mind.

Eventually after what feels like an hour but in reality was about ten minutes, the 'knocking' stops and I quickly wiggle from under Harry to sit on my bed. The position was even more awkward seeing as I was wearing only boy-short underwear and a black cami. I bite my lip and wait for his explanation of what just happened.

He shoots me a I really do not want to talk about this now glare. However like the jerk I am I ask anyway. "What the hell just happened? And if you even try to not answer I will unlock the door while your sleeping and give that man your phone number!"

"You don't even know my phone number." A smirk is playing on his lips as he raises his eyebrows expecting me to continue with threatening him.

Great., I've never been to good at comebacks. At least that's what I thought, although I had never lost a fight with my tricky words.

I take some time to soak in Harry's appearance. Tight black skinny jeans with a soft cotton black shirt. I almost feel like I see the outlines of what could be a tattoo peaking out of his clothing, but I can't quite make it out to be sure. Then I travel up to his face... his lips is busted and blood has stained all down his chin and neck area. his nose for the most part has stopped bleeding thank god but there still remains the stains to prove there was something..

"Just calm down and explain what happened." I touch Harry's shoulder and her squirms away from my touch. What did I do, did I say something to hurt him?

"I don't need to tell you anything! Just leave me the fuck alone already!" He shouts as he storms out of the dorm, I can hear the click of his brown boots disappear down the hallway, someone's moody.

Well that was.. interesting. I turn my head to glance at my clock, it's just passed one a.m. What was Harry's thinking being out this late, and why did he go back out? Would he come back?

After pondering if I should go after him or not for about thirty minutes, I eventually decide to just go to bed and call it a night. After all I had no clue on how to get around this place. Just as I'm about to fall asleep yet another knock comes on my door just loud enough to wake me. I get up to open the door, without looking in the small peephole. A large man rushes in pushing me onto the bed. I probably would have had the wind knock out of me if he had slammed me against the wall..

"Where the fuck is he!" the man shouts at my face, a few drops on spit landing across my forehead.

"I don know what you're talking about!" I spit back trying to wriggle away from him pinning me, my strength is no where near strong enough to move his body from mine.

"Your going to regret this!" he shouts and I feel his hand moving up the skin of my thigh towards my panties. I gasp as he makes contact, placing sloppy kisses over my cheek.

"Get the fuck off of me you pig!" I sob pleading for him to move away.

"Since pretty boy isn't here to pay for what he did, I guess I'll get his little girlfriend instead." His mouth is right at my ear, whispering the threatening words calmly. His grubby fingers slide up my stomach slowly making their way to my chest. I squeeze my eyes shut hoping this Is all a dream, or a nightmare.

Suddenly the door is kicked open and the man is yanked off of me by the neck and shoved onto the floor. I sit up sliding to the far side of the bed and glare at the scene in front of me.

"Don't you ever lay a hand on her again. If you do, will kill you." Harry's shouts almost to cooly, followed by spitting on the mans face. The intruder jumps up from the floor after Harry releases him and rushes out the door without a single word.