Tokyo Drift || HS

11 || Desperate Times (Part 2)

THE HALLWAY TO HARRY'S place feels longer than usual.

I think I'm just tired.

Yea, that's it - I'm just tired.

I stare straight in front of me at Harry's back. I can see his strong shoulders shift as he messes with the lock on the door. Once the door opens, we step inside and head toward the now familiar kitchen and the enchanting wall of glass.

Was I really here just a few nights ago?

It feels like ages.

Harry hasn't said anything since he picked me up in the car. I wonder if he thinks I'm being overdramatic - calling him in the middle of the night, getting a lift, and now somehow I've lost my voice.

I shouldn't have called him.

I should have just waited it out.

I would have been fine.

The man was scary, but he wasn't actually able to do what he wanted.

I can think of multiple times at bars with my friends that I've been hollered at or drunkenly hit on. I've been around the block with men who wouldn't take my first "no" as an answer. I've been able to handle it by myself before.

I'm being an idiot.

I don't need help.

I'm fine.

The heat from the apartment reminds me of the stranger's hot breath on my cheek - his hard fingers brushing my face.

A shiver runs down my spine and I close my eyes.

"You don't have to talk about it."

I open them again to see Harry watching me intently. His gaze is soft and his posture alert despite the late hours of the night.

He notices my short dress and the thin black straps now sliding off my shoulder - one ripped by the man's brute force . The jacket that was once covering them, stolen from me in the night along with my nerves.

He looks across the island counter to the bundle of clothes I borrowed just a couple days before.

They still sit, folded in the same position as I left them the last time I walked out his door. He walks over and grabs his sweatpants and shirt, sliding them over to me.

"You can wear these again." His tall stature towers over me as he walks near. "Do you need anything else?"

I smile, taking the bundle of his clothes from him.

"No. Thank you."

He gives a small smile back, but continues to watch me cautiously. He seems unsure what to do now.

I feel bad about taking up any more of his time, or making him worry more than he needs to. So I decide to recount the night vaguely, just enough to put his mind at rest.

"There was just some guy. I went there alone, so really I was the one being dumb. I shouldn't have gone by myself and worn something like this." I stare down at my clothes, blabbering absentmindedly until Harry cuts me off.

"Some guy?" He says sternly. "India, what happened?"

"Nothing. He didn't do anything. He just scared me, that's all." I cross my arms and look toward the floor.

"How did he scare you?"

I gaze back up at Harry. His eyes are sympathetic and concerned, but his body is tense. I wasn't expecting him to have this type of reaction and don't know what to make of it.