**HARRY'S POV**
I know that Emily may be upset; maybe even pissed, but I can't let her do this with me. I have to talk with Rob, instead of pussying out. Man to...beast. Emily kissed once more before I closed the hotel's room door. I took a deep breath and got my phone out. I already had a text form Emily.
Harry, are you okay? -xxEm
I sighed and shook my head.
Yes, Emily, I'm fine. I just walked out the door and now i'm headed to the car.-xxHazza
I got into the car with another sigh and a deep breath. I started the car engine and looked for the place that Rob had told me to meet him at, or else he'd do something. He never told me what it was. I didn't want to know, so I just followed his orders and went to the place where he told me to go. I was scared shitless, but I can't let that show. I'll just look like a coward. "Here we are..." I thought to myself as I drove into the parking garage of the place. It loked really creepy. There was only the faint sound of a leaky faucet's water dripping, small droplets falling one by one. I shook my head and walked, until I heard somone, who could've been none other than Rob.
"Harold, so nice to see you again." Rob said smirking. I raised an eyebrow up at him. How did he know my realy name? He's more creepy than he looks and sounds, I guess. I swallowed the lump that was in my chest and awkwardly waved. "Um..." I murmured, rubbing my hand nervously. "Why so nervous, boy." Rob said, stepping into the light. I examined his face. He looked broke, cold, dark. His cheekbones were fully noticable, and he had dark bags under his eyes, and his eyes were sunk deep into their sockets. He needs help, a lot of help. "I-I'm not nervous..." I said, taking my hands and putting them right by my sides. "Give me one reason, that I shouldn't break your pretty boy neck." He said right in my face, pushing me up against the cold hard wall. "I don't have a reason, because I shouldn't have one. I did nothing to you, or any one associated in your family whatsoever. So you shouldn't have a reason." I choked between his hands, now pressing down my neck against the wall. "I don't give a shit, kid. You're pathetic." he said with an evil smirk. "Fine, do whatever you want to me, just don't hurt Emily." I said, looking him straight in his dark clouded eyes. He slolwy nodded and slammed me against the wall, my head hitting the brick. I gasped and he slammed me against the wall again. He smirked a little and watched me cough up some blood. What the fuck goes through his mind whie he watches this? Pleasure? Sick, sick pleasure. I reached towards a small knife on the ground, but he stomped down on my stomach, making me groan and roll around in pain. I couldn't talk at all. I felt weak, worthless. Now i know what Emily felt like all those times... worthless, weak, helpless.
I finally got the knife, and I hid it behind my back. "Kid, you made a horrible mistake, falling in love with my daughter." I cringed at the word daughter... He started running towards me. Think, Harry think! I sheilded myself with my hand, but i realised I was holding up the hand with the knife in it. Shit... "She will never be your daughter." I spat at him, and he nodded, before faling to the ground. He was still breathing, and the knife wasn't that deep, so I just ran out of there. I didn't want to leave the man there, helpess and weak, but at the same time, I did. I wanted to let him fel what Emily felt all those times. Maybe he's feeling her pain. Maybe, just maybe he'd feel sorry... no he'd never feel sorry for Emily. Never. I rolled my eyes as he tried to squeak something out. I just ran a shaky hand through my curls and started to get in my car. I started to drive, and I finally found the hotel we were staying at. The cold night's air chilled my skin as I pulled my hand out of jacket's pocket. I shoved it back in, when I got the keys to our room. I was relieved when I was in the war air of the lobby. There, I saw Emily, sleeping on a hotle's waiting room chair. I smiled softly and picked her up. I smiled and kissed her forehead softly, before presing the floor 3 button. I looked for the room 213 and I finally found it. It was quite difficult trying to put the key through the door, holding Emily bridal-style, but I managed. I opened the door, before setting Emily on the bed softly and shutting the door quietly. I pulled off my jeans, and polo shirt, before going into the bathroom. I slowly stripped out of my boxers and stepped under the shower and I turned the shower on. I winced as the freezing cold water made contact with my skin, but I changed it to warm water quickly and I relaxed. I mindlessly began washing my curls and I let the warm water run down my body.
I felt a breeze of cold air come into the room, making my body shiver slightly, but then the water surrounded my body once again. I relaxed my shoulders, and then I heard a shower door close. I looked to find Emily, standing there, looking beautiful as ever. "Hello Emily." I said wrapping my arms around her waist. "Hey Harry, how'd it go?" she whispered, against my shoulder. "It went... fine. But... please don't be mad, okay?" I asked her, putting one of my hands on her chin and the other on her shoulder. "Sure, Harry." she replied, smilling. "Promise?" I asked her, holding her close. "Promise, Haz. Now tell me what's up." she said. I frowned slightly. "Rob," she shivered at his name, "he came to meet me. He tried, y'know... and I accidently stabbed him... It's not deep so don't kill me!" I said the last part quikly, putting my hands up. She took them down and set them on her waist. "I love you Harry, I'm not mad at all. I actually respect you more than I already did, I mean, you took the oain away, you took the hurt away, I love you so much." she said kissing me softly. I wrapped my arms around her and we stepped out of the shwer after I turned the shower off. "Thank you so much, Harry." she said, while putting my Ramones shirt. "No problem, babe. Anything for you, Emily." I responded, pulling on a pair of boxers and we both climbed in the bed. Maybe she'll have good dreams, instead of nightmares. Happiness instead of depression. Maybe all that bad would go away. Maybe i'd make her life better.
