pure (h.s.)

twenty five

I laid on my bed in disgust. It had just hit me that I have this man's hands all over my body. I couldn't cry anymore, all of my tears were gone.

Harry was asleep with his arms still around me. I woke up an hour ago, but I didn't want to wake Harry. We were up late last night and he needs his sleep.

I have just laid here for an hour thinking about everything that has happened in the past twenty four hours. I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay here in Harry's arms forever. I didn't want to have to face the outside world anymore.

Harry started to move and I figured he is waking. He brushed his hands in my hair and kissed my head. I turned to face him and my hands entangled in his hair.

"Good morning, love," Harry said in his raspy morning voice.

"Good morning, Harry," I said as I smiled.

I could get used to waking up to him.

"How did you sleep?" He asked.

"I was sleeping good for a while, but then I kept on waking up because I saw him," I said.

"You know that I will never let anything like that happen ever again, right?" he said with some pain in his eyes.

"I know. I believe you."

I nestled up and rested my head upon his chest. I felt his breaths fill his chest and his heartbeat in a steady pattern. I traced his butterfly tattoo on his bare chest. This was definitely my favorite tattoo of his. I haven't seen all of them but this one seems to mean a lot to him. Why else would he tattoo a butterfly in the middle of his chest?

I like how Harry can make me forget about all of my problems for a while.

My stomach started to ruin the moment and growl in hunger.

"Stay here. I'll make you some food," he said as he got up from the bed and walked into the kitchen.

I'm glad Harry decided to make breakfast because I didn't want to get out of this bed ever. I thought I was sad before this happened, but now I'm empty. I didn't know what that felt like until now.

Harry had walked back into the room with pancakes, fruit, bacon, eggs, and a glass of milk all cooked to perfection.

"Where did you get all of this?" I asked.

"I might have ran to the store and bought some groceries."

I smiled, "I like you so much, Harry."

"I like you, Caly, so much."

He put the plate on the bed, but I didn't want to eat. My stomach said I was hungry, but I didn't.

I felt bad. Harry made all of this food for me, but I wasn't going to eat it.

I picked at my food and ate some pancakes. I had never eaten fruit, eggs, or bacon for breakfast, but Harry made it for me so I ate a little bit of it. Everything tasted perfect.

I was finished in a matter of minutes. I didn't eat much. Nearly three quarters of the plate was left.

"Sorry, I'm just not hungry. But the food was amazing. Thank you, Harry."

"I'd do anything for you, but I know you're hungry. You probably didn't eat before the party last night and you didn't eat dinner. Your starving, please eat," Harry practically begged.

"I don't want to eat, Harry. I'm sorry."

"You don't ever need to apologize to me. You eat when you're ready," he said as he kissed me on the forehead.

He was about to walk back into the kitchen when I stopped him.

"Please don't go," I said.

He walked back over to the bed and got under the covers. He put his arms around me and intertwined our hands.

I didn't get much sleep the night previous, so sleep soon overtook me. I was so thankful that even though Harry wasn't tired, he laid with me while I slept giving me comfort.

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He dragged me off of the dance floor and towards the back of the place. I finally realized what would happen if I didn't run.

As I started to scream, people started to stare at us. He cupped his hand over my mouth immediately after to make sure no one heard me.

He pushed me up some stairs and entered a room. I didn't know I was crying until I saw myself in a mirror in the small room. He pushed me on the bed and I tried to get up and run.

I tried so hard to just get up and walk out of the room, but I couldn't.

He pinned me to the bed as I screamed and yelled. It was no use. No one could hear my cries for help.

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I jolted up out of sleep looking around forgetting where I was. My breaths were short and quick. I was panting from the dream.

"Caly! Hey, its okay. You're fine, I'm here," Harry cooed in my ear as I wrapped my arms around him.

I cried into his arms for the second time. He rubbed my back in comfort. This is one of the things I really like about him. He knows just what to do.

"Harry, he was- he was-"

"You don't have to talk about it, Caly. Sh, I know, I know," he cooed.

He's perfect.

"Harry, he touched me in places I've never been touched before. I-I didn't know what to do. I don't want to ever-" I started crying again.

"I swear to you, I am going to kill the person who did this. You don't deserve any of this. This is never going to happen to you again, not while I'm here."

I believed him when he said that. I knew nothing was going to happen to me when he was around. He was my protector, and I couldn't thank him enough for that.

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