Harry Long Imagine {Completed}

Part 13

Harry's POV

I nearly ran out of the classroom where detention was being held at, I checked my phone yet again and still no word on if she got there ok. Dear god please let her have got there ok, but she would have texted me if she got there fine. Damn where could she be, the only thing that came to mind was the three girls that had made her life a living hell. I knew they had got to her but how, I thought and thought until I just decided to take the route I had told her to take. I'm sure they probably followed her once they saw that I wasn't there with her, walking out of the easy side door, I followed the path until I saw her. My heart nearly stopped seeing as she wasn't moving. I took off in a sprint until I reached her, her eyes closed probably passed out form the pain. My eyes nearly started to water at the sight of her beautiful face all battered and bruised. I should have been there for her, I should have told her to stay with me in the room. While I was beating myself up about our flawed plan I heard her whimper, and reach a hand out to me.

"Harry , she whimpered.

"Shh shh, I'm here", I rested her head in my lap.

"I hurt, so bad", he voice cracked at the end telling me whatever they did to her was ten times worst then what they would have done to her on a daily basis.

"Shh baby girl, it's going to be ok", I rubbed my thumbs in her cheeks.

Lifting her up into my arms I remembered that my mom let me use her car for the day seeing as she had the day off and was going to spend the day with a friend. Balancing her stuff and my stuff, I scooped her into my arms and made my way with her in my arms to the student parking lot. Quickly I found my way to the car and managed to open the passenger door setting her in. Once I placed our stuff in my car I headed to the drivers side to get out of here.

"Don't worry baby, I'll get you home", I caressed her bruised face.

"No my parents", she almost started to sob.

"Shh, it's ok. We'll go to my house".

She sat on the sink of my bathroom as I tended to her wounds, she wouldn't even look me in the eye. I already knew what she was thinking and I wish she would stop cause I don't blame any of this on her. I just wanted to know how those three horrible girls found out and why they decided to beat her with in a inch of her life. Thank good my mom was still at work, the sight of me bringing a battered Y/n home from school would have definitely raised some red flags. Yet here we were, I watched as her face scrunched up in pain as I dipped a bit of alcohol on her eyebrow wound. I blew on it to make it dry so I could out antibacterial cream in it. I held her chin I between my thumb forefinger as I took this time to scan all her wounds, this poor girl. My heart went out to her.

"I'm not mad", I finally broke the tension inducing silence.

"I failed you", she sniffled.

"Baby don't cry", I held her close.

"I can't do anything right Harry, I'm a failure", that's when she finally let it all out.

I held her as loud sobs raked through her body and her tears soaked my shirt but I couldn't care less right now. I was tending to a broken angel at this point and all that attended was trying to make her feel better. I stroked her bald and whispered sweet things into her ear and that's when I knew. I was breaking my dukes with this girl and I could feel myself start to slowly fall for her. But I knew I was no good and I had to stay away from that side.

"Look baby girl, I can help you ok. We're going to get through this, we are goi to gym this weekend ok. About time I show you some moves", I looked her in the eye.

"Moves", she looked up at me with her big watery eyes.

"Self defense sweetheart".