Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Thirty Four

Harry's POV:

I had so many emotions and so many thoughts running through my head as I held a limp Kelly in my arms. At first I thought it was cute. I had never seen Kelly drunk before so I thought it was a nice change to her usual seriousness. But then I noticed her cheek. Not only could a filthy animal of a man not take no for answer, but he then had a nerve to hit her. I don't care what the situation is. No man should hit a woman. Ever. After that she left me speechless. Just when I though her night couldn't get any worse, I was wrong. Not only had her best friend died, but he was killed. No wonder this girl was wasted. Hell, I would drink myself silly too.

Kelly had officially closed her eyes and it was like her entire body shut off. I picked her up bridal style and looked at Louis to tell me what to do. All eyes fell on him as he contemplated what to do next. Not that there was much choice. Kelly needed a proper bed.

Louis sighed and bit his lip. At first when Kelly stumbled through our doors, he was disappointed. I assumed it was because she was drunk but he didn't say. Now after her confession, Louis just looked sad. Not for himself but for her. He wasn't surprised like the rest of us.

"Take her upstairs Haz." Louis said. Eleanor's lips were trembling as she stared at Kelly and I knew that if I didn't move her soon, El would burst into tears.

I nodded and carried Kelly upstairs. I walked past the guest room where she used to stay and laid her down in my own bed where I knew she would be safest. I didn't even care what Louis was going to say when he saw her in my bed. I wanted to take care of Kelly and the best way I could was by being by her side the entire night. That way if she throws up in her sleep, I would be there to make sure she wouldn't choke.

I bit my lip and looked down at her sleeping figure. Her v neck had already shifted and looked uncomfortable in its twisted state. I walked over to my drawer and pulled an old Ramones T shirt I had. I slipped off her t shirt and unclipped her bra. Tossing them to the side, I pulled my shirt over her head which made her look ten times more comfortable. I left her leggings on. They didn't seem to be a problem and I didn't want to strip any more of Kelly's clothing than seemed necessary. I pulled a trash can by her side of the bed and moved her so that she was laying on her side. After all of that, I went back downstairs to talk to Louis, Niall, and Josh.

They were sitting around the living room. Eleanor was no longer around. My footsteps caused their heads to turn.

"Where's El?" I asked.

"Told her to go back to sleep." Louis replied. "She doesn't like hearing that kind of stuff about her friends, ya know?" He was talking about the disgusting pervert and the loss of Kelly's friend. "I'm gonna check on her in a little bit."

"What did the guy look like?" I asked Niall. Every fiber in my being told me to go out there and find the bastard. I wanted to punch him repeatedly for thinking he had a chance with Kelly even after she blew him off. The thought of another man's hands on her body was enough to send me over the edge. But someone doing it without her consent? Oh wow.

Niall shrugged. "Tall, muscular. Had a man bun but was probably in his thirties." His portrayal made me want to punch a wall. "But Kelly threw the first punch. He must've said something to piss her off."

"Sounds like Kelly." Louis said.

That's my girl, I wanted to say.

"Lou, do you have any idea who her friend might be?" I asked. Kelly never talked about her childhood with me. Every time I tried bringing up her home life or past experiences, she always found a way to drop and change the subject. To Louis, murder didn't sound like much of a surprise. Made me wonder if Kelly had been surrounded by violence her entire life. That would explain all her scars.