I need a hero (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 10

•Harry's p.o.v•

After beating the shit out of those ass holes, also known as the two guys that helped Lana beat Hayden, I took Hayden back to my place.

"Liam!" I yelled frantically as I walked through the door.

I heard footsteps running down the stairs and once he laid eyes on Hayden, he nodded then ran to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

I looked back down at Hayden and laid her down on the couch. Her eyes were still shut and the places that had been hit on her face already started to bruise. I knew that she had probably been hit in a lot of other places too.

"What the fuck happened?" Liam said he walked over to Hayden and put his hand on her cheek.

"You know that bitch Lana from the school I was sent to?" I asked.

"Yeah. Everyone hates her at my school," he sighed. "She started shit with someone at my school. Then Dani joined her group. I told Dani it wasn't a good idea but she did it anyways. But she recently told Lana she didn't want to hang around her anymore,"

"Yeah, well Lana started a fight with Hayden," I looked down at Hayden's frail body. "These two guys were inside the circle of people so I assumed they helped Lana gang up on her,"

Liam nodded sadly and started to wipe off the blood on her lip and anywhere else it had been on her face. I watched him clean her up and I couldn't help but realize how beautiful she really is. Even though her face is bloodied and bruised, it was absolutely perfect.

"I need you to go get her a t-shirt and put it in her. I need to see if there's any wounds on her arms and stomach that need treatment,"

Thank god Liam decided to study to become a doctor. I would've been a mess if I didn't have him here to help me.

"Okay," I responded.

I ran upstairs skipping a step each time to get up to my room quicker. I walked into my room and grabbed a white t-shirt for Hayden to wear. I ran back down the stairs again and back where Liam was still cleaning her off.

"I'll be right back. Put the shirt in while I'm gone," he said, getting up and leaving the room.

I walked over to Hayden and dropped the shirt beside me. I lifted up her shirt and noticed that she had a belly ring. I knew she had an eye brow piercing but I didn't know about the belly ring. I kept lifting up higher and higher until I reached her breasts.

I know this is bad fucking timing but I'm getting really turned on at the moment.

I lifted her long sleeve over her head and off of her arms. I dropped it beside me and slipped in the t-shirt on her. When I looked down at her arms I noticed they were full of makes.

"No," I said out loud. "She can't," I tried to convince myself when I sure as hell knew that she can.

That's when Liam came back.

"I got some sterri strips for her cuts and-" he stopped in his tracks as he spotted her arms. "What the fuck?"

"It's Lana," I said. "She caused this. That little fucking bitch. I'm going to fucking-"

"You're not going to do anything to her. I know this is bad but you can't hurt her," he said maturely. "Let me finish cleaning her up,"

I nodded and allowed him to clean her up. While he did that I sat in the chair across the room and watched. I want to fucking hurt Lana for what she had caused Hayden to do but I knew I couldn't do that. I wish I could but she's a girl, I don't touch girls in that way, ever.

"Okay, I'm done," Liam snapped me out of my thoughts. "The bruising will be there for a couple of days but she should be fine," he smiled a small, sincere smile.

"Thanks," I replied.

As Liam left, I sat beside Hayden. I laid her head on my lap and sat underneath her. I started to fall asleep every second I stayed in this comfortable position. After about 10 minutes I finally drifted off thinking about how long Hayden had been hurting herself.

•Hayden's p.o.v•

I slowly felt myself waking up but I felt nothing but pain as I did. My head swirled with the memories of Lana hitting me and my head started to ache. As I sat up, my stomach churned. I got up as fas at I could and into a bathroom to throw up. After I was done, I turned on the tap, took some water in my hands and drank it. I didn't even know where the fuck I was right now or who's house I was in. I really hope I didn't get taken to some ransoms house.

I walked back out of the bathroom while my head pounded. I felt really dizzy after I ran to the bathroom and felt like I was about to topple over. I slowly wobbled over to a chair, sat down and cried.

"Hayden?" I heard his voice and looked up.

"Harry," I said in relief.

I then looked down at my arms and noticed that they were bare. Now I realized why he looked like he pities me.

"How long?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said lying.

I knew exactly how long I've been harming my precious skin. I used to have flawless skin, but I decided to make myself a human canvas. The razor is the paint brush and my skin was the blank sheet of paper. My masterpiece has become a nightmare and I know that I can't change it now. Paint cannot be erased, just like my scars.

"Please," he looked down. "I want know how long you needed someone that never helped. I want to know how long you needed a hero but everyone was to blind or cruel to help you,"

I didn't answer him, I just let my tears flow harder and faster. I put my face in my hands and bawled.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry, I'm here," he soothed me.

"But the question is, why? Why are you here? I'm nothing special, I'm a waste of space," I sighed. "Harry, I'm like an anchor. I sink and sink painfully slow until I hit rock bottom. I don't want to pull you down with me, I don't want to be the one that ruins a perfectly stable person. I don't want to ruin you,"

"Me? Perfectly stable? Im probably the most fucked up person there is, hell, I am the most fucked up person there is. I'm just amazing at hiding those feeling that I feel to make everyone feel better because you know what Hayden? I care about your feelings more than mine. I care about everyone more than myself," he says with a saddened look on his face.

I just sat there looking into his perfect green eyes as he looked into mine. I didn't know what to say because honestly, I feel the same way. I feel like I care about him more than I care about myself. It's like I don't even care about myself, I just care about how others are feeling.

"I just want to be the one that helps put a smile back on your beautiful face," he says kneeling in front of me. "If you let me in, ill be your hero that you've been longing for. I'll help you Hayden,"

•••Authors Note•••

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