Harry's POV
Her battered an bruised face didn't leave my mind as Daria pulled me to her car and we got in and drove to school. I couldn't believe what a complete twat I was to leave her there all battered and bruised. I stole quick glances at Daria and looked at her in disgust, how could she go on with her day leaving someone like that in the middle of the street. What was worst is that I had realized that Y/n was right, Daria had went up to her and threatened her. Why else would Y/n be so afraid of her and Daria obviously has done this before if she was so comfortable in putting hands on her. I didn't know what I was going to do,I absolutely could not pretend I didn't see that but at the same time I didn't want to loose my status at school. Yeah I know douche move but I hadn't had the slightest clue in what to do at this time. The only thing I could do was talk to her, maybe together we could come up with a solution to help her out. I sat in my regular chair for English, one of the many classes we had together but much to my dismay she didn't come. That's when worry started to seep with in me, what if she was truly hurt and still lying in that alley. Panic started to set with in me but I knew I couldn't leave till after second period when we had break. Shit, I was her going to forgive myself if something happened to her. My leg shook violently as I made it through the two periods when the break bell rang and I booked it out of the class.
"Baby wait", I heard Daria call after me.
"What's the rush Harry, there a fire or something", she stopped me to face her as she kissed me.
"I left my phone at home and I want to go grab it before break ends", I lied.
"Want me to come with, maybe we could have a quick", she whispered seductively in my ear.
"Maybe some other time baby, but I've really got to go", I kissed her cheek and headed out the front doors silently.
Walking past the alley where they left her, I saw nothing so the only place that she could be was her home. I sped off walking towards our home, at this point I didn't are about being late. I just needed to make sure she was fine.
Arriving at her door I hesitantly knocked on her door and prayed for her to answer, just like that there she was in all her glory. Only a deep frown settled in her face as she saw it was me and tried to close the door in my face only my foot stopped it. She walked out to me and pushed me, I unexpectedly stumbled back but she kept shoving me harder and harder until I could feel her tiny fist pound my hard chest. I didn't know what to do other than stand there and let her get her emotions out. When she was done she was panting and staring at the floor before she brought her hands to her face and started to cry into them, I wrapped my arms around her and brought her close so I could comfort her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", were the only words I had to offer to her.
"You lied to me Harry, you're a liar", she sobbed.
"I can't believe I left you with those monsters, I should have brought you with me", I could feel my heart break for her.
She looked up at me with her big eyes filled with tears and pain, purples bruises littered her skin. Damn even with her damaged she still managed to take my breath away.
"It's ok know that you're here, is Daria ok with it", I could get where she was going and I knew she was going to flip when she knew I didn't break up with her.
"Uh, Daria doesn't know I'm here", I struggled to get out.
"You snuck out of school to come here", she questioned.
"Yeah and she's going to flip when she finds out", I tried to say to myself but I knew she heard.
"You're still with her", she back up from me.
"Yes but you have to under", but she cut me off.
"No I understand perfectly you son of a bitch. Leave me alone and never talk to me again!!", she screamed before she slammed the door in my face. At that moment I knew I had lost her
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Harry Long Imagine {Completed}
Fanfiction*TRIGGER; this stories contains self harm, depression, bullying, fat shaming, and eating disorder. If any of those are triggering for you please avoid this story* He was a boy dressed in all black, he might not have looked like an angel, but to her...
