Footsteps || h.s.

Chapter Six

Harry's POV

My hair clung to my face as I raced Scarlet to my hotel room. I glanced at her every now and again, and every time I looked down, she was staring at me, pain, sadness, and guilt written all over her face.

We finally reached the hotel, and I ran into the elevator. Scarlet snuggled into my wet chest, shivering.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" I whisper/shouted to the elevator.

There was a couple a bit older than me, staring at us with horrid eyes.

"Is she okay?" The women asked as she clung onto her mans' t-shirt.

"Just a fall." I faked a smile. But when I looked down, she was pale. Her eyes were dull. Her lips were blue and trembling. Her body was shaking.

"Har- Harry- are-we- t-there-y-y-yet?" She studded.

"Almost, baby girl. Hang in there." I whispered in her ear. She stared at me worriedly.

"I-I-n-n-need-t-to-tell-y-y-you s-s-something." She studded again.

I put my face near hers. Her cold breath was tickling my face.

She just looked at me with scared eyes.

"Thank you for coming after me." She thanked anyway.

"It's okay, Scar. I promise I won't be like him." I promised her, and meant it.

Yeah, I was a guy and of course I want to love her, hug her, kiss her, fuck her... But I want to treat her right. Not like that motherfucker.

She isn't like the rest.

She gave me a small, weak smile, before she clung onto my shirt and passed out in my arms. The elevator doors opened, and I was on my floor.

"About bloody time." I mumbled, and ran to my room. I slipped the key through the hole, and barged through the door. I lied her on the couch, grabbed some towels and got her dry. I put two blankets over her shivering body, and kneeled beside her.

I rubbed a thumb over her forehead, putting any pieces of hair that were on her face behind her ears. Christ, she was beautiful. She was so God damned beautiful.

I ran a finger down her cheek and jawline, before resting a finger on her lips. God, I wish I could kiss those.

I removed my finger from her face, and planted a small kiss on her nose.

"Come on, Scarlet. Wake up..." I whispered.

I sighed and sat on the floor in front of the couch.

Thoughts clouded my mind. Would she ever trust me? I didn't even know. I couldn't help but think about all the worst case scenarios. What if that bastard came back and took her and she fell in love with him again? What if she forgets about me when I have to leave Australia? I'm so confused.

"Ha-Harry?" I heard a small, fragile voice behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I jumped, and saw Scarlet awake.

"Hey." I said.

"Wha- where am I?" She sat up slowly and rubbed her head. I bit my lip.

"You're at my hotel room..."

Her eyes widened.

"Y-your hotel room?" She gulped.

"Yeah... I bought you back after you fell. I dried you, and got you warm." I told her quietly.

"Oh... Okay." She shuddered.

There was a silence. We looked deep into each others' eyes, trying to figure out what we were thinking. She looked away from me soon enough and looked at her hands.

I took a deep breath, and cleared my throat, before looking at the floor.

"So... How are you feeling?" I asked here after the awkward silence.

"Cold." She replied simply, and quietly rubbing her arms to try and create friction. But it didn't work.

"Well, come on. I'll run you a nice bubble bath?" I suggested. She just nodded. She grabbed my arm and pulled herself up, hopping into the bathroom. I went to let her go, but she fell back and sat on the toilet.

She couldn't stand by herself.

"How am I going to undress? How will I get in the bath?" She asked as I turned the bath tap on.

"I don't know. What can I really do about it?" I answered with a question.

"Harry-"

"I know, Scarlet." I cut her off, "It's fine."

"No... I just... Help me. Please." She whispered and I sighed.

"Alright," I started and helped her up, "I promise I won't look at anything, just take your dress of, but nothing else" . I closed my eyes as promised, and she handed me her dress.

"Now, take your underwear off." I demanded. I heard the clip of her bra clasp and she held onto me with one hand while she pulled down her panties.

"Now grab my hand, and I'll help you to the bath." I said bluntly, holding my hand. I guided her into the bath. I headed for the door, my arms spread widely out in case I bumped into anything.

I opened the door and closed it behind me, finally opening my eyes.

"Call me when your finished, okay?" I told her.

"Mmm." She hummed. I lied her dress and underwear on the bed, and got one of my jumpers and track suit pants out of the wardrobe. I placed them next to the dress, and her underwear on top of that.

By the time I'd finished that, my name was called.

"Harry? I'm done." I heard Scarlet say.

"Yeah."  I replied and grabbed a bathrobe from the closet that came with the hotel room.

I closed my eyes again, and went in.

I reached my arm out and she grabbed it. Her wet fingers grasped onto my arm as I pulled her out and handed her the bathrobe.

"Some warm clothes are on the bed. Can you manage to get out there?" I asked.

"You can open your eyes." She said. I opened them to see her in the bathrobe.

"And no, probably not. My ankle hurts." She sighed.

I carried her out into the bedroom, where I left her to get dressed. She then called me and I went in to see her dressed in my clothes I set out for her.

"Thanks." She looked at her hands.

"It's alright. Come on." I said and picked her up bridal-style and carried her into the lounge room. Only, her body was tense until I put her down.