Onyx woke up to an unfimaliar bedroom, to where she soon remembered the memories from the previous night.
She looked to her side, where a sleeping Harry was laying.

He looked so different then from when he was awake. His long lashes would touch his cheek, and lips were slightly pouted. She thought he was quite adorable; despite the tattoos, and nose piercing.

Harry stirred in his sleep, one of his eyes were slightly open.
"Get out" He spoke, groggily.
Onyx was confused. He practically dragged her to his place, not he wants her gone?
Onyx nodded once, and got up from the covers. She despiced being in his presence anyways!
She uncovered herself, and got her shoes on. Her hand was just about to turn the doorknob when Harry's voice interupted her.
"No! Wait, Onyx!!

Harry ran up from the bed, and grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the door.
"Sorry, I thought you were just another shag. Didn't reconize you.." Onyx rolled her eyes, "Well, that makes you seem nice!"
Harry smirked, "I can't deny. I am amazing in bed." He grabbed both her wrists, and shoved her against a wall.
His mouth attacked her neck, instantly.
"Harry!" She shrieked. Harry didn't listen. "Harry, please, stop!" She tried pushing him away, but sadly, he was too strong for her small body.
"Harry, please listen!" She cried.
A few tears slipped from her eyes. She was ashamed she was crying. Worst of all, she couldn't wipe them away.

Harry looked up to see few tears slipping out of her deep brown eyes. He instantly felt guilty.
He was hoping if he ignored her pleas, she would let out a moan, and he coupd continue.
His hand let go of her arms, and she fell to the ground. He knees up by her chest. She wiped away her few tears, and then... held her breath?
Harry was confused why she was doing that.
He had the strange urge to reach down and hug her small body again. He hated those feelings she'd give him, they weren't him.

"I should go." Onyx's small voice spoke after a few minutes. Harry was tense, he was angry... at himself.
He vowed to never hurt a woman; to never be his father. But here a small girl was, afraid.
He spun around, and punched the wall behind him.
Pain shot through him, but he ignored. He deserved the pain. The wall had a dent, and a few bruises were forming on his knuckles, along with a small cut. He held his fist, wiping away the blood with his thumb.

Onyx shot up from her sitting position, and to Harry's hurt fist.
Her small hand reached around his, and Harry winced in pain. "Sorry!" She esclaimed.
She lead him to the small bathroom.
After a few minutes of rummaging through the cabinets and drawers, Onyx found the cotten balls, and rubbing alchol.
She put some of the alchol on a cotten ball.
"This will hurt" Onyx whispered, then placed the small ball on his bleeding cut. Harry grit his teeth to the burning sensation. She rubbed it around, making sure to get it clean.
Luckily, on the sink, was a band-aid. Onyx mentally thanked God.
She opened the package, and placed it on his cut. "There" She spoke.

Harry was feeling weak.
Not only because he had just punched a wall, and a girl was fixing him up. But because how beautiful she looked. All concentrated on making him better when he had almost forced her into sex.
She made him feel vulnerable.

Onux made Harry stay in the bathroom, when she went to go look for something for his bruises.
She looked in the refridgerator, and luckily found a few ice cubes. In the cabinet was a plastic bag, and the paper towels were on the counter.
She grabbed the ice, placed it in the plastic bag, and wrapped in a few paper towels.
She made her way back to the bathroom where Harry was standing with his head hung.
"Here" Onyx said, holding out the ice. "Place it on your bruises" Harry took it, and did as instructed.
"Look, Onyx.." Harry spoke, "I'm sorry."
Onyx nodded, awkwardly. "I should get going." Harry understood, he wasn,t going to keep her.
"I'll drive you" Onyx shook her head, "No, I'll find it." Harry wanted to insist, but he didn't feel as if that was right.

He watched Onyx walk out his door, alone.
Harry felt as if he was the Devil. He probably was. Onyx made him feel different.
Every girl never rejected him, until now.
Onyx. Was. Different.

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