Saviour (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

Alison's POV

I sat on Harry's bed biting my finger nails in fear. What had happened. Why wasn't Harry back yet. What if jake came back. All these crazy questions kept on running through my mind. I need Harry so badly right now, not in a sexual way but in comfort. He was all I had.

I didn't know if I should tell my dad or not. I know that if he found out from anyone else like Jessica he would be upset that i never told him or asked for help seeing as he is a police officer.

What would Jessica be doing right now. Maybe her and Chloe where sitting there laughing there heads of at how pathetic I was. Had jake left, the though of him still here made my body naturally tense up in fear.

I was wearing Harry's shirt. When I finally sobered up from all the crying and had cleared my head I decided it was a better idea than freezing. I didn't know if it was clean or not but it smelt like him. that helped me calm down even though he wasn't here.

I looked at myself in his long mirror even though this was a guest room you could tell that Harry had made it his own. It wasn't that messy except a suit case on the side probably holding all his belongings. Nothing much was messed up. It looked like he only used this room to sleep in.

I wasn't hungry at all even though it was now about 8:30. It felt like every motion had left my body only leaving fear behind. Dad would be back by eleven that's when his shift finished and I had no other clue where the others where. I think the Tomlinson's where soon moving back to there house.

My eyes where red and puffy, my face looked drained. I felt like that too. I jumped back in surprise as the room door opened.

It was Harry, he looked at me with a worried expression. His hair still it's curly state but his eyes looked angry and full of rage. Soon then he came up and pulled me into a hug. He put his arms around my waist holding me tightly.

"I am so sorry." he mumbled into my neck, I tried to hold in my giggle as his hair tickled my neck.
But his apology knocked me right of guard.

"Don't apologise Harry it was not you fault." I said to him looking into his green eye.

"But I should have been there it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't taken a fucking shower." he said looking down at the floor seeming angry with him self. I pulled away from the hug and put on hand on his cheek softly. making him look up at me.

"Don't you dare say it was your fault because it wasn't Harry." I said trying to reassure him. He gave me a small smile and took my hand in his.

"Fine." he said and that's when I realised all the little cuts and gashes on his knuckle. I examined them, they looked sore and definitely needed to be cleaned up before they got infected.

"How did you get these Harry." I said, it obviously had something to do with Jake. I wonder what Harry had done.

"I kind of beat jake to pulp." he said truthfully. I knew because he was looking at me In the eye. That didn't seem to surprise me though I knew Harry would have done that though. It didn't feel bad, it actually felt good because I hated Jake so much right now.