Room 301 [Zarry]

lock and key

+content may be disturbing (and if you don't love Kit...I have no words lol, she's my baby)

"What are you doing here," I ask through gritted teeth.

"Harry," Kit calls for me softly. "Who is it darling?"

His eyes are drawn to the sound of her voice, he tries to push past me as I block the doorway. He's partially unsteady, his breath reeks of alcohol. "I missed my baby girl's birthday," he hiccups. "Just want her back on daddy's lap where she belongs."

"Go away you sick fuck," I growl, channelling all my force as I push his chest. He doesn't budge, just laughs mockingly, amusement on his face.

"You think you're a tough guy huh? I could break you in half," he threatens. He knocks me backward, fist colliding with my face. He comes stumbling in, wreaking havoc with the force of a hurricane. I watch Kit quiver as she dials the phone.

Get up Harry, get up. My body aches, as if I wasn't already sore from last night, my back is stiff, head throbbing as a little knot forms. "Kit," I say coarsely. I manage to partially sit up, pain ripping through my side. Blood dribbles down my nose, collecting on the floor.

My mouth is dry, I'm terrified as he gropes her. She drops the phone, screaming at the top of her lungs, pleading with him to stop. I find my feet, slowly regain my balance, breaking the empty champagne bottle over his head. Glass shatters everywhere, tiny bits scattering across the hardwood.

"Outside," I yell, motioning towards the sliding door. She runs, fumbles around to open it, hands trembling.

I notice something strange out of the corner of my eye, the phone dialing on its own. I slice my foot, trying to get away from him. He's seething, blood matted in his hair as he grips the collar of my shirt, slams me up against the wall.

"Don't you dare touch him," Zayn's voice booms and he's frightened, eyes darting around as he searches for someone else.

Suddenly, he starts to scream, tries to fight off the invisible hands around his neck. I swear to God Zayn is going to choke him out, leave his dead body laying on the floor but he stops and her father claws desperately at his neck, gasping for air before fleeing.

"Zayn," I whisper gently.

"I don't want a thank you," he says coldly, voice distant. "Live your life pretending you don't need me."

I go running to Kit and she collapses in my arms, a sobbing mess, entire body shaking. "How'd he find us," she asks repeatedly. "I thought I was safe here, I thought we were safe here."

"I'm sorry," my voice wavers. "Kit, I'm so sorry. I love you baby, I love you more than anything in the entire world. I'm sorry he hurt you."

"Why do you keep apologizing," she sniffles, tilting her head up to gaze into my eyes. "I don't know what would have happened if you weren't here."

The distant wail of sirens grows closer as I wrap her up tighter, trying to be her protection. "I don't want to know either," I whisper. "All that matters is that you're okay," I run my fingers through her hair. "Everything will be alright my love."

Her fingers feel around for her necklace, clasp onto the ornate gold butterfly. "You're my hero Harry," her voice falters, more sobs racking her body.

I'm left feeling extremely uneasy but the police promise they have him in custody on several charges including battery, sexual assault and possession of child pornography. A deep shiver runs down my spine. Someone treats my wounds but it's all a blur, my vision distorts with tears. All I can think about is what she hasn't told me, the things he's forced her to do.

I pop some painkillers, the pain in my side residing and I sweep up the glass. There's a bandage wrapped around my foot, a band-aid on my nose but it could have been so much worse.

"You need to lie down," she smiles sweetly, fluffs the pillow beneath my head before climbing into bed beside me. She pressess an ice pack to the top of my head, apologizes as I hiss in pain. "I'm going to take care of you," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "Just relax my love."

Her head ends up in my lap and I brush my fingers through her hair, immediately feeling comforted by the warmth of her skin and her soft, familiar features. She's so unbelievably beautiful, curls tickling my legs. The butterfly rests in the space between the swell of her breasts. My mind travels back to good memories of last night.

Those pretty pink folds and how it felt to be inside of her tightness. We've never made love quite like that before, so passionate and unhurried. She's so delicate and I was so careful, so patient. Her love for me last night was so unwavering, she was so trusting. I kiss the crease between her eyebrows, heart at ease.

"I promised I wouldn't let anything come between us my butterfly. You have my heart, lock and key."

She's still gazing up at me with those stunning aquamarine eyes. "Harr" her voice is barely there, a mere whisper. "There's something I need to tell you."

"Why are you so scared," I ask, recognizing the way her voice cuts out. "We tell each other everything."

"Robert is my step-father, not my biological father. He had his sights on me from the moment he married my mom and I was too afraid to speak up then. I'm not holding anything back anymore. I never want to keep things secret b-but-"

The waterworks are back so I shift positions, gather her into my arms. "I promise I won't be mad. What could you possibly throw at me that would make me walk away?"

"Nothing," she asks timidly.

"Exactly," I chuckle. "Unless you fall out of love with me."

"It wasn't long before I met you, I was still living at home, in and out of hotels and staying with friends...trying to avoid Rob. He came home really angry one night, I could see the veins in his neck and his breath smelled like cheap beer. His strength is so overpowering, I just submitted. I submitted to his advances, I didn't even fight him off. My mind was such a mess, he just kept pining my wrists down, crushed me with his weight. I know I told you nothing was recent but it was. It was and I feel so helpless and stupid. I couldn't even find my voice to scream, I was so mortified. I tried but no sound came out. I just remember the rattle of the headboard and his fingernails breaking my skin and painful penetration...searing, awful pain, I-"

"Kit," my heart shatters. "We didn't have to rush into intimacy, I just wish you would have told me sooner," I swallow hard. "How afraid of me were you? When I came home drunk?"

"It's not the same Harry, you didn't know. Your intention was never to hurt me. You're such a gentle person, please don't ever compare yourself to him. Your heart is too kind."

"Thank you for telling me," my voice breaks the silence. "That takes a lot of courage and a lot of trust. You never deserved to go through something like that...no one deserves that. I wish there was more I could do," my knuckles stroke the tender patch of skin beneath her jaw.

"I never thought I could trust a man again but I opened up to you so quickly. It was scary and crazy but I don't regret it. I'd never regret falling for you."