My Saviour [h.s.]

Chapter 13

     On Monday morning, Gemma came home from Sheffield. Amelia and I are just talking about her yesterday because it's her birthday on Wednesday, that's why when Gemma appeared in the living room earlier, Amelia was so happy because she thought she wouldn't come home for her birthday.

     "You two look adorable in your uniforms." Gemma laughed while pointing at Harry and I.

    Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, we're leaving now." He said, grabbing his bag from the couch, earning a laugh from Gemma.

     "All right, I'll see you two later, then." She said, waving at us.

     I smiled at her. "Yeah. Bye." I said and waved at Amelia as well.

     "Drive safe, Harry." Amelia said and walked us to the front door as well.

     I got into the passengers seat as always and placed my bag on the floor. I yawned inevitably as soon as he's out of the driveway of the house. I didn't have enough sleep today and it's because of my lack of sleep, obviously. I finished the drawing of my project yesterday and I'll start painting it maybe tomorrow. I have to sleep early today because I only had five hours of it yesterday and I'm dying right now knowing we still have seven hours of school.

     The drive to school was silent, the only thing that's audible is the low humming of the radio of the car. That's something that I learned about Harry. He never started driving unless the radio is on, unless he's really agitated, of course.

     As soon as we arrive school, I grabbed my things and stepped out of the car. I walked behind Harry while fixing my bag on my back. I looked up from the floor and almost gasped when I saw the familiar face of the man who attacked me on Friday night. I can't help but clutch onto Harry's jacket when he looked up at me.

     Harry looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. "What?" He asked quite annoyingly.

     I swallowed the growing bile in my throat and pointed at Don. "That's him." I said.

     Harry followed where my finger was pointing and felt him tense against my hold. "That fucker." He mumbled.

     I let go of his jacket when he fastened his steps. "Harry, what are you doing?" I asked, raising my voice a little, so he can hear me.

     "Just stay there, Mia." He said and before I know it, he threw a punch on Don's cheek. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands.

     "What the fuck, Styles!" Don yelled. A number of students turned their attention to them, some walked closer to see what's happening.

     "You tell me, you sick bastard." Harry's angrily spat back and walked closer to him.

     "What the hell are you talking about?"

     "Oh, don't play dumb, you fucking rapist—" He didn't even get to finish the sentence when Don punched him in the face as well.

     "Don't fucking call me that." He spat out.

     "Why not? That's what you are." Harry yelled and went to punch him again but I walked towards him and grabbed his arm. He angrily tugged my hand away but when he looked at me, his tensed muscles softened a little.

     "That's enough, Harry." I whispered to him and placed my other hand on his chest.

     "No, Mia. Go back—"

     "No. You'll get in trouble." I said and grabbed his wrist and tugged him with me. "Let's get that cleaned up. Come on." I told him, relieved when he didn't fight back and just let me tug him into the school.