Beautiful//h.s AU

14

     "No." Callista murmured, as Levi pushed her into the corner of the room.

"Darling." He mused, and then added as an afterthought, "That's what Harry calls you isn't it?

"Don't call me that." She whimpered, trying to distance herself from him, but a wall appeared behind her. She pressed herself against the wall, hoping that something would happen. It didn't. Levi only stepped closer, making sure she couldn't move.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Levi smirked, "Wouldn't he have come to save you by now?"

"Callista!" Callista heard, as she shot up from the bed, sweating and screaming. Harry pulled her into his arms, trying to get her to calm down. She was screaming, thrashing and trying to get away from him.

"Let go!" She screamed, "Let go of me!"

"Callista it's only me." Harry said, desperately trying to calm her down, "It's only me." Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice, and she threw her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder.

"He almost got me." She whimpered into his shoulder, "You didn't save me." As he was about to say something, he faltered.

"I didn't save you?" He asked.

"You didn't save me from him." She said tears running down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry." He said, pulling her into his chest. His hand ran through her hair, fingers getting caught in the tangles in her hair. He was sorry. Even though it was a dream, he was still felt guilty. "I'm never going to let him get close to you ever again." He whispered.

Callista closed her eyes, holding onto Harry like he was the only thing that kept her alive.

~~~~~

A couple hours later, Callista and Harry were sitting on their bed, making out like their lives depended on it.

"You taste really good." He mumbled, licking his lips for the millisecond that he pulled away for air.

Callista recalled putting on some candy flavored lip balm before, all of this. But she couldn't think for long, as his lips were on hers once again, making everything but him, suddenly unimportant.

"Like candy." He whispered against her lips, "Like that candy I used to eat when we were in middle school." Callista struggled to think, and then remembered. For every week, for almost three years, when they made their Friday trips to the café, Harry would buy watermelon candy.(she'd end up stealing half of it, not that he minded, of course.) He'd been addicted, but then he discovered the wonders of coffee, and moved on to that.

"I think that's why I bought it." She mumbled, her train of thought completely disappearing as his lips made their way down her neck, harshly sucking, leaving red spots, which would quickly turn purple, in their wake. Her hands went down his body, tugging on the shirt. Harry faltered, but Callista quickly pulled him back to her, making him forget what made him falter. Her hands went back to the hem of his shirt, and she pulled on it, trying to get it off. Harry stopped kissing her and tried to gently move her hands away, but she gripped his shirt, trying to pull it off. Tears rose on her eyes, and Harry knew she wasn't just horny. Something was wrong.

"Darling, we should wait. You're tired, and sore. Maybe we can try again to-" He was cut off by her smashing his lips into his again, making him forget what he was stopping her from, for just a second. He felt hot tears run down her cheeks, and with an imaginable amount of strength, pulled away.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, gently.

Callista ignored his question. The afternoon's events were haunting her, and all she wanted to do was forget, even if it was just for thirty minutes. At this point, she could see only one way to do that.

"I'm fine alright?" She snapped unintentionally, quickly wiping away any tears. She took a deep breath, giving Harry what she prayed was a somewhat seductive smile, "Can't we just continue?"

Something about her laying under him in his clothes made him extremely horny, but he knew something was wrong. She never acted like this. Yesterday night, she'd been bright red at the mere thought of sex, and here she was, seducing him. Something was wrong, and he had a pretty good idea of what it was.

"You're scared aren't you?" Harry asked, "You want to forget what happened."

"No!" She exclaimed, making Harry raise his eyebrows. She closed her eyes, breathing in, and out, slowly. "I'm fine Harry. So can we just..." Callista trailed off.

Harry pulled himself off her, and leaned against the headboard of their bed. "This isn't you. I'm not having sex with you so you can forget what happened. We need to talk about it." He said firmly. It took so much strength to somewhat ignore her pleading look.

"I'm fine." She grumbled, pulling herself into his lap, straddling his waist.

It took every inch of his willpower not to fuck her into oblivion. The look she was giving him made him moan on the inside. But she wasn't doing this for the right reasons.

"No you're not." He said, "And you need to tell me what's bothering you, or it's never gonna go away."

"I'm fine okay!" She said, loudly, taking Harry aback.

"I was just trying to help darling..." He trailed off, tears brimming in his eyes.

"Well don't alright?" She snapped, removing herself from him and sitting on the other side of the bed. After a minute of silence, her anger melted into sadness. She looked to the other side of the bed to see Harry staring sadly at the wall. Her anger was misplaced. She wasn't mad at him. She wasn't mad at Levi either. She was mad at herself for being such an easy target. She hadn't fought back, simply just cried.

She crawled over to Harry, putting herself into his lap, snuggling into his chest before whispering, "I'm sorry Harry."

He couldn't stay mad at her, he just didn't have it in himself. "S'okay." He mumbled, kissing her forehead, making her smile contently.

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." She said.

"But what's bothering you? Can I fix it?" He asked, concerned.

"I'm not mad at you. Or Levi." She admitted. Harry's jaw and fists clenched at the mention of Levi's name. Callista noticed, and ran her finger over Harry's hand in a comforting manner. He relaxed, but only slightly. "I'm mad at myself. I could've done so many things to get him away, but instead I just cried. I feel useless. I can't even defend myself!" She was going to go on, but Harry shut her up by placing his lips on top of hers. He leaned his forehead against hers.

"It isn't your fault. It was my fault for leaving you alone. If I'd made him go instead of me, we wouldn't be in this mess."

Callista smiled. It was like Harry to take the blame for everything.

"It's not your fault. It's mine. If I had been stronger, more alert, we wouldn't be like this now. And I'm so sorry." She said earnestly.

"Look." Harry said, "We can both agree it's partly our fault, but it's mostly his. He tried to rape you! If the girls hadn't stopped me, he'd be pulp by now." Harry's voice went from honest to angry. "That asshole better be thankful that you were around, or he would've been dead by now."

"Can we just forget it?" Callista asked quickly. "The more I think about it, the worse it gets, so can we please just stop?"

Harry kissed her forehead. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

Callista smiled, "You've got nothing to be sorry about."