PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)

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P H O E B E

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1 2 : 4 5 p m

I was asleep when Harry called, but when he told me he had been spiked, I was up in an instant.

My gut told me to pick up after I ignored multiple of his calls, told me something was wrong. I'm so glad I picked up.

I drove to his house, and weaved my way through the party, up to Harry's room.

"Phoebe?" Zayn stopped me. "You're here?"

"I- Harry needs me. I gotta go." He nods, looking confused but let me go anyway.

I run up the stairs and get to his room, realising it was locked. "Harry? Baby open the door. It's Phoebe." I say through the door, and in seconds it was unlocked. I pushed it open, to find Harry in only his long sleeved black t shirt and boxers.

Pushing the door shut, I quickly lock it with out looking, only keeping my eyes on his red puffy ones, his tear stained rosy cheeks.

"Harry..?" I whisper and he continues to cry. I wrap him in my arms and pull him tight to me, fighting back my own tears when I see him this way. "Baby, what's wrong?"

I stroke his hair and pull him over to the bed. His belt was on the bed, jeans on the floor.

He sobs into my neck and I continue to swallow down my own tears.

After a short amount of time, he pulls away. "I'm so pathetic. I shouldn't have called you." He slurs.

"What? No!" I exclaim. "Who upset you? Do I need to beat them the fuck up? 'Cos I will." I was angry.

"I was spiked." He tells me, rubbing his nose with his sleeve.

"I know baby. By who? Why?" I rub my thumb across his cheekbone.

"Klaudia. I-I don't know her." My heart clenched. I had never seen Harry this vulnerable before. "She gave me a drink, she seemed nice. I told her I wasn't interested and she was fine with that. I felt weird, so said I was off to bed. Then she was in my room with me, unbuckling my belt... pulling my trousers down." He sniffs. "She touched me, but I managed to find strength to push her off. I was sick, I think I got most of it out my system." He tells me.

"Harry." I cover my mouth with my hand as he speaks, then take him in my arms again. "I'm so sorry. I promise to never let anyone touch you like that again. Fuck I'm so sorry." I kiss his cheek and hug him again.

Harry wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me tight. "It's okay."

"It's not okay. I can't believe she thinks that's okay!" I exclaim. "Is she still here? I will punch her square in the fac-"

"No, no!" Harry grabs my arm as I stand, pulling me back down. He chuckles, "you're an angry little one aren't you."

"She needs a punch in the face. No, more than that. She should feel lucky I don't know who she is." I spit.

"It's fine, please. Please just lay with me." Harry grabs my hand and I realise that I'm ranting.

Harry doesn't want me here to rant, he wants me here to cuddle and comfort him.

"I'm sorry, baby. For ranting and about what she did." I kiss his cheek again. "Can I run us a bath? I'll wash you, sober you up a little?"

Harry nods, looking tired as anything but I know the bath will make him feel a tonne better.

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1 : 1 5 a m

We sit in the bath together, bubbles surrounding us as I wash his tan skin. Harry doesn't do much, his body tired and defeated.

"I hate society sometimes." I admit.

"Hm?"

"I think it's awful that men being abused, assaulted in any form, anything... I think it's awful that it's not recognised as much as it is on women." I tell him.

"It happens to women a lot more often." Harry says.

"Yeah, but... it happens to men frequently too. But people just look past it. I think that's so sad. Men are always made to be the stronger ones, that they have to get on with it. I don't think it's right." I frown, continuing to wash his skin and watch the foam bubbles form.

Harry smiles at me, looking down to the water.

"What?" I smile back.

"You're just so cute." He shrugs and I blush.

"Stop that." I nudge his shoulder. "I'm only being honest."

"So I am I."

I smile at Harry, then continue to massage his skin, enjoying each other's company in silence.

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9 a m

I watched Harry as he slept. I had been awake for about 15 minutes now. He somehow still looked tired even as he slept, so I didn't want to wake him.

I felt sick to the stomach about what happened last night. I felt angry knowing I couldn't do anything about it.

But I knew that all Harry needed was me.

Last night we climbed back in bed, and usually I'm the little spoon, but I decided to take on the role of big spoon. Harry seemed pleased by that, grabbing my hand that was over his waist and lifting it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss.

I listened to his breathing as he fell asleep before I fell asleep, wanting to know he was content and safe.

I felt awful that I wasn't there for him last night. Not until he called me, anyway. But if I had messaged back earlier, this wouldn't of happened.

Pushing those thoughts out my head, I stroke my hand through his hair, my face tucked into his neck and I fell back to sleep.

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1 1 p m

"You awake?" Harry pokes my cheek and I open my eyes, stretching my arms out.

"Now I am."

"You're a pretty sleeper."

"You watched me sleep?" I gasp.

"You've been watching me sleep all morning." Harry says and I laugh.

"True." I smile at him, then rested my head on his chest. "Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Harry replies, running his finger up and down my arm. "I've never felt that way before. I've never not had control of myself, or had anyone touch me when I didn't want them to."

I felt sick for Harry, I know exactly how he feels. "It's really not a nice feeling."

He frowns. "Have you experienced it?"

"I went to parties, clubs, wearing short dresses. So men take that as consent, half the time, to touch you, think they can say what you want." I spoke and Harry didn't remove the frown from his face. "I'm sorry, Harry. She's vile."

"S'okay, honestly. Just feel weird."

"Feel weird how?"

"I just wasn't able to push her away." He shrugs. "Makes me feel weird, that I'm not me."

"You were drugged. You weren't you." I ran my fingers through his hair.

He hums quietly, and I give him a small smile.

"Let's do something today, take your mind off it."

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