shorts || h.s.

1 day after

It was very early on the day of February second, approximately 1:32 a.m., when the police and ambulance arrived. They stormed up the stairs, officers first, and pulled Harry off of the floor. The men in the navy uniforms pinned him against the wall, handcuffing his arms behind his back, not daring to look at the sight of the poor helpless woman on the bed. Even though Eleanor had eventually covered her with a blanket, it was still a bloody nightmare.

The police escorted the crying celebrity out of the apartment and into their cars on the street. There were few people out that early in the morning, but everyone knew who Harry Styles was, and they made sure to snap a picture, and put it on the internet as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, the paramedics had tried to keep Connor asleep while transporting her to a gurney, but with just the single touch of a male hand, she jolted awake and started crying. She covered her naked body as tears poured down her face. She shakily scanned the room for any sight of him, but soon calmed down when she realized he wasn't there, silent tears drenching her cheeks.

They put her on a gurney and took her out to the ambulance. Yes, they knew she hadn't been harmed, but they needed to get her away from that place and cleaned up.

"You can just bring her to mine. She doesn't need the stress of being in a hospital," Eleanor suggested. They agreed, but only if a nurse could tag along and do a little check up.

At the same time the ambulance arrived at Eleanor and Louis' house (Louis was out with Harry, following them to the police station for as much of a witness there could be), police drove into the parking lot of their headquarters, and escorted Harry inside. He didn't struggle nor scream, he just obliged, choking for air through his tears. He had miraculously been kicked into sobriety.

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The nurse was packing up her things after checking that everything was alright with Connor, just saying that she needed to stay laid down and away from everyone except El. No boys were allowed in, and she just needed water and ice on her legs.

El took note of everything she said, and lead Connor into the bathroom. She started the water, and took the robe that Eleanor had temporarily loaned her off of her, and laid it on the counter. Connor refused at first, but eventually agreed once realizing it was only Eleanor.

Eleanor guided her safely into the tub, making sure the water was the right temperature. Blood flowed off her body and around into the tub. Not much was left, seeing as most of it was on the bed, but enough to give the water a pink tint.

"Hey," Eleanor soothed, trying to get Connor's vacant stares to come to life.

"Hmm?" She hummed, shaking herself back into reality.

"I'm gonna wash you off," Eleanor calmed, slightly afraid of the reaction. Connor nodded, and zoned back out.

Eleanor gently scrubbed her arms, stomach, and neck with a washcloth. She braced herself to touch the fragile girl's legs and chest.

"Connor?"

She hummed.

"I'm gonna wash your legs, hon," she said. Connor just hummed again.

She started from her feet, at which Connor trembled a bit, and worked her way up. She knew she was going to have to wash her private parts eventually, but she didn't know how to get to that.

She reached Connor's thighs, and Connor scooted back immediately, water in the tub splashing everywhere. Connor started to cry again, and tears welled up in Eleanor's eyes.

"C'mere, I won't hurt you, Con," she assured. Connor burst into tears at the nickname that Harry had given her for multiple years. "Okay, okay, do you want to do it?" Eleanor asked, at which Connor stayed silent.

Eleanor placed a hand on Connor's back and whispered that she was going to touch her now. Connor just nodded and squished her eyes together. Eleanor wiped Connor's belly button, and then went south. Connor griped onto the window above the tub, suppressing her sobs.

Eventually, Eleanor finished up. She wasn't so comfortable with cleaning Connor like that, but she forced those thoughts away so that she could help Connor.

Back at the Police Station, Harry was in a holding cell, and they were taking Louis' witness statement. He had been asked many many questions, which to only some he knew the answer. He started tearing up a few times, having to speak about his best friend that way, but he knew that what Harry did was beyond wrong.

They allowed Louis access to Harry one last time.

"Lou!" Harry exclaimed, jumping up from the bench.

"Shut the fuck up, you dirty little bastard," Louis spit, disgusted with how Harry could act like nothing had happened.

"Did you tell them to let me out?" Harry asked happily.

"No! Fuck, no! Harry, why would I do that?" Louis yelled.

"Cause I need to find whoever did that to Con and beat him to a pulp!" Harry said it like it was a fact.

"Harry! You did that! You raped her! It was you!"

"Stop! Everyone is telling me that but it can't be true!" Harry did his best to cover his ears with handcuffs on.

"Harry, you could be here for up to 25 years!" Louis pointed out.

"I didn't do anything!" Harry cried.

"You raped your girlfriend, Harry. Rape," Louis said, shaking his head and walking away.

ok so I just wanna point out how extremely uncomfortable I was writing the last chapter. I actually cried because I didn't know how to turn sweet little harry into a monster. it was awful. worst thing I've ever done. I couldn't leave it out though, that would be a stupid gap in my book. I just want everyone to understand how much this can effect both the victim and the criminal. I am indeed doing research for rape laws of new york, because yes that's where they are, and wow up to twenty-five years. It should definitely be more than that, but that's just how our society is.