Niam.... only a dream?

Harry's Roomate

Harry's POV

(morning before the interview)

I opened my eyes and they met a head of dirty blonde hair. I blinked my eyes a few times before remembering it was Kayla. The girl who had been staying with me for the past five days. She was snoring lightly and had herself wrapped up in a tight ball while hugging a pillow to her chest.

I climbed out of the bed as quietly as I could and walked over to my dresser. I grabbed a white t shirt, a pair of beige jeans, some boxers and white socks. I made my way to the bathroom and shut the door quietly. I stripped down and jumped in the shower before turning on the water, biting my lip hard to keep from yelping as cold water hit me. I washed up and made sure the shampoo didn't get into my eyes. Once finished, I got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist then grabbed another one to dry my hair. I got dressed then walked back into my room.

Kayla was sitting up on the bed with a frightened look on her face until she saw me and smiled.

"Hey Kayla, how are you?" I asked gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

She ran her fingers through her bed hair, trying to get it untangled, once she realized that wouldn't work she sighed and gave up. I chuckled and grabbed a brush from the dresser then moved behind her and began brushing her hair gently. She smiled at this and answered my question.

"I'm okay. I was just scared that, you know, he would get me..." Her voice dropped into a whisper at the end of the sentence.

I stopped brushing her hair and wrapped my arms around her protectively to show her that he couldn't touch her. It had taken me four days to get her to tell me about her step father and how he abused her and it hadn't only been beating her.

*flashback to the fourth night*

"Kayla, why did your father beat you?" I asked as I handed her the food that I had brought up here after the lads had went to their rooms for the night, they still didn't have any clue that I had Kayla in my room.

"He's not my father." She had almost growled and took the food from me, eating it quickly. She had had a big appetite ever since she'd been staying here. As if she didn't get fed at home.

I looked at her more closely than I had before. She had dirty blonde hair that went just pass her shoulders, blue eyes that looked like they could be a light shade of green if caught in the right light, she had a slender body and she was wearing a pair of my sweats and the shirt she had on when I had almost hit her with my car. I had washed her shirt by now of course.

"Sorry. Why did your step father beat you?" I added emphasis on the word 'step'.

She finished her food and looked over at him, "Thank you, for the food and letting me stay here Harry.."

I nodded and gave her a lopsided smile.

She smiled back at me then continued, "About seven years ago my mother married him and everything seemed to be going fine at first. He and my mom seemed to be in love and his son and I were getting along great. But almost four years ago it all changed. I was about to turn fourteen years old and his son said he'd take me to the mall to buy my friend a birthday present. Well on the way there a truck driver lost control and smashed the drivers side of the car. My step brother was killed on impact and I was lucky to be alive. My step father blamed me for the accident. If I hadn't needed the present his son would still be alive. The abuse started after that. It started with him hitting me and slapping me but then he would sneak into my room and... make me do things..."

I looked at her in complete shock, her face was expressionless but there were tears in her eyes. I wrapped her in a hug and she barried her face into my neck. She started crying and I rocked her gently in my arms until she had fallen asleep.