Natalie's POV
My memory floods back and I remember the distinct, evil smirk on Joe's face, his breath reeking of alcohol. It disgusted me.
All I could think of was Harry. I wanted to scream but Joe's hand was clasped tightly over my mouth. My breath hitched repeatedly as each button of my shirt became forcefully undone. I hated myself for not bringing Harry with me to the restroom. He could've protected me.
And now, here I am at the police station, telling a woman in black about how I was almost raped by Harry's enemy and that Harry's in jail.
The lady asks me more questions about my age and my favorite color. She's attempting to calm me down. Eventually she leaves and returns with a small bottle of water and an apple.
"Here. eat." she said in a demanding tone. I feel like a child taking a bite of the bright red fruit, but she feels satisfied and walks away.
"N-Natalie?" my head snaps in the direction of the female voice, and I find out that it's Haley. There's cuts and a dark purple mark around her eye. She rushes over to me.
"Haley! Oh my god, what happened?"
My question seems to trigger tears to her eyes, and she breaks down.
My eyes widen as I recall her still being in a relationship with Jeremy and how he was forceful. "Haley.. did Jeremy.. hit you?"
"Y-yes.."
I run a hand through my dark hair. Harry hasn't even hit me and he's a foot taller than I am for Christ sake.
"Haley.." is all I can say before I pull her into a tight hug. She cries on my shoulder.
"Ma'am? Mr. Styles wants to see you."
A\N: THIS IS REALLY SHORT IM SORRY IM BUSY AND I HAVENT UPDATED IN LIKE MONTH IM SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY. xx
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