Harry´s POV:

“You should go”, Clary tried to make me leave for like the hundreds time.

“Clary I promised I´ll be there for you, whenever you need me”, I sighed, but she still seemed not convinced.

“The construction worker will be over at your bakery any minute and you should really be there to instruct them”, she said and gave me a sad look.

I saw fear in them and I knew she just tried to prevent me from seeing her like that. She had always been like that. Stubborn when it came to weakness and admitting it to others, but it got really bad since the incident and I knew this had to stop right here.

“Zayn´s over there and he´s a big guy. I´m pretty sure he´ll call me, when there´s some kind of problem”, I said and my voice did not let her doubt my decision anymore. I would stay no matter the cost.

“At least I´m missing my class with that really mean teacher this way”, she gave in and sighed while she nervously nibbled at her under lip.

“It´s going to be alright, just calm down love”, I tried to calm her down while I placed my hand on her knee which was constantly shaking as well.

She breathed in and out for some times, trying to do what I told her to. We did not had much sleep last night and at some point she just went tired and rested her head on my shoulder.

Therefore I felt the energy finally leave her body and she calmed down while she closed her eyes and I caressed her back.

“Misses Meyer?”, suddenly a police officer addressed her and we both lifted our heads.

“That´s me”, Clary´s voice sounded thin and she stood up.

“You can come in now”, he let us know and we followed him away from the normal everyday business at the police station to a dark and heavy door.

“Please enter”, the officer said friendly, but certainly at the same time.

We both entered the room which was kind of dark and instantly my eyes fell on the guys behind the window.

One of them had probably done this to her and the next time I took a look at her face I saw the blue, green and purple bruises under her eyes again.

Cuts which distorted her forehead and her lip. Every single time I kissed her that time I wanted to make sure I carefully moved my thumb over them to let her know that I loved her no matter what, but seeing her like that made me more angry than I ever thought I could be.

Her eyes fell on the guys the same time mine did and I waited for any feeling or reaction on her face, but she only stared through the window with no reaction at all.

“Miss Meyer, you know you have to be one hundred percent sure, if you identify one of the men as the offender”, the police officcer told her and she nodded yes.

After that it got silent in the room again and we all waited for her to say something, but she kept quiet.

We stayed like this for like five minutes before the police officer gave me a look which kind of asked for help. Therefore I stepped closer to her and carefully put my hand on her back.

“Clary? Do you recognize any of them?”, I asked her and looked back through the window.

Number 3 and 8 looked the most possible to me, but I had clearly no idea.

“Yeah, I do”, she finally said, but her voice was nothing more than a whisper.

“Let us know”, I whispered back and she seemed to fight with herself.

“Number 5”, she said and my eyes flashed to him.

A guy who looked normal, probably not really pretty, but he had bride shoulders and looked like he was visiting the gym regularly.

No one would have noticed him out there on the street and until seconds ago I would not have either. But now he disgusted me, everything about him.

The way he looked so guiltless and like he was just the best guy in the world made me want to either punch the hell out of him or spat into his face.

How could someone like him put a hand on Clary?

“Are you sure Miss?”, the police officer said and for a second I thought she would refuse somehow because she looked so emotionless.

But even though she did not moved a muscle in her face a single tear rolled over her cheek as she nodded.

“I am sure”, she said and I wanted to hug her, but she got out of my grip before I could really pull her close to me.

“Is that all?”, she asked the officer and he nodded yes.

“We just need your signature and then we can examine him”, he let us know and she asked for the papers.

Her hand was shaky as she put her signature in the provided brackets.

“Let us go”, was all she said to me as she turned and walked away.

“What happens to him now?”, I asked the officer as I watched her back getting smaller and smaller from the distance.

“We examine him and then he gets his sentence in cord as soon as he gets an appointment”, he told me and I did not knew what to do.

The urge to just break something and try to get to him, so I could hurt him the way he did to her was more than just enormous, but Clary needed someone right now and in the end I decided that she always was my first priority so I thanked the officer and hurried to get after her.

I finally reached her as she just passed the front door and left the building into the fresh autumn air. Her perfume wafted over to me and I closed my eyes to calm me down again.

The last thing she could need was me, being just as outraged and confused as she was. Her small body shivered, but I was not sure what the reason was. Probably the air or just what she had to go through.

My hands reached out for her, but after he reaction in the police station as I wanted to touch her I slowly dropped them back down again to my sides before I stepped in front of her.

Her eyes laid on the ground in front of her and she had her eyes closed.

“Please let me participate in your thoughts”, I begged her and nervously waited for her response.

“He...had such a horrible voice, hoarse and rough”, she finally said.

“I am so sorry you had to do this”, I tried to cheer her up in some way.

“No, you aren´t”, she replied for my surprise.

“How do you mean?”, I asked confused.

“You made me go! I mean I had like no other choice. I did not wanted this Harry! I did not wanted to see his face ever again!”, she suddenly shouted angrily.

And with these words her dam broke. Tears rolled over her cheeks and her body started to shake under sobs. People where looking over to us, but I did not care.

She looked so small and so hurt. Her arms hugged her chest like she needed to had to make sure she would not break into tiny little pieces.

“It hurts so much”, she sobbed under her tears and before she finally could break down completely I wrapped my arms around her and hold her as close as I could.

First she tried to fight me, but after some seconds she finally gave up and sank down into my arms. We stayed like this, crawled into each other in front of the police station and I wanted nothing more than just take her pain away.

I would have taken all of it on me, but I just could not and that killed me. Seeing her suffer was worse than my own pain and I wondered again how much I loved her and how much she had taken my heart away.

“You were right Harry. With everything you said”, she pressed out and I rested my head on hers.

“I am not okay. I think I am so far away from being okay that´s not even possible”, she continued and I carefully moved my hands up and down her back.


“I know, love. I know”, I whispered.

“But I don´t wanna feel like this”, she said and moved a little bit away from me to be able to look into my face.

“I don´t wanna feel small and vulnerable and I don´t wanna wake up in the middle of the night because I had a nightmare where some dark creatures are abusing me somewhere in a dark corner”, she said and broke my heart with her words.

“Maybe you should see someone who can help you, darling. If I can´t, probably someone else can. I just want to you to be happy again”, I tried to convince her, but she only shook her head no.

“All I want is for it all to be over and left in the past”, she said stubbornly and I nodded my eyes in acceptance.

Pushing her into any direction would not make anything better, so I just shut up.

“Harry, please take me home”, she pleaded and I quickly shook my head yes.

Therefore I placed my arm around her neck and carefully moved us to my car before I opened her door and she dropped down to the passenger seat.

Our ride home was silent and I turned up the volume of the car and all we did was listening to some of our favorites songs.

“What about your bakery?”, she suddenly asked and I gave her a confused look.

“What´s about it?”, I replied with a counter question.

“Zayn´s all alone with the craftsmen. Maybe we can pick up some food and take a look after him?”, she asked and I agreed.

To be honest I would have probably agreed to anything she suggested right now. So we picked up some fast food and drove to the premises, where we met a relaxed Zayn who just released the craftsmen into their lunch break.

His eyes widened with surprise as he saw us and got a worried look as he saw Clary´s face. Her eyes were still red and she looked still pretty upset.

“Hey”, I greeted him and he gave me a bro hug which still felt pretty awkward, but at least we made process with each other.

“What´s up?”, he asked especially Clary and she hugged him instead of answering his question.

“Are you okay?”, he asked and she laughed faintly on his shoulder since it was so obvious it was not.

I decided I would give them some space even though I did not liked the idea of her crying her heart out at him, but I knew this was the best for her, so I excused myself and made my way to look for some forks to eat our take away food.

Clary´s POV:

“What happened at the police station?”, Zayn questioned me and I took some boxes and carried them somewhere else to clear some chairs, so we were able to sit down.

My legs were still pretty shaky, but at least I could think clearly again.

“It was horrifying”, I said honest. “So they really found one of the guys?”, he asked and sat down in front of me. I sadly nodded yes and I found out that I was a really sad circumstance.

Actually I should be happy about how the situation turned out, but I was not. The fact that they found him and he knew now that I reported it scared me even more and seeing his face behind the slice today, brought back memories I had tried to forget so badly.

“I´m just afraid I´ll never get back to be my old self”, I said and felt exhausted from all the crying earlier.

“What if I´ll never get over the nightmares? Or what if I really have to go into a...”, I stopped and it took me a lot of overcoming to just say the word, “...pharmacy and get some pain killers or anything else some day?”

I did not knew what was about that, but I just could not step into one because every time I had a bad deja-vu and I freaked out completely.

“You´ll be okay again and when you have to go into a....pharmacy”, he said the word carefully and I rolled my eyes because at least I could hear the word again, “you just call me and I´ll get whatever you need”, he offered and I gave him a smile.

He was Zayn again and I wondered what I would to without him around me. For him everything had a solution and nothing was too heavy or hard to stress him out in any way. “Thank you”, I breathed and he only shrugged his shoulder.

“You´re my best friend Clary”, he said with his simplicity and like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Hey”, I heard Harry´s footsteps before he tried to make himself be heard.

“Do you found some forks or do we have to eat with our finger like Neanderthal men?”, I joked and Zayn laughed over my lame try.

“What do you got?”, Zayn asked and we unpacked the burgers and fries.

“The back looks great”, Harry said after he had swallowed and Zayn nodded in agreement.

“They already did a great job and one of them told me they´ll start with this front part the day after tomorrow already”, he let us know.

At least one positive thing today and I saw that Harry was just as happy as Zayn was.

“We make process!”, he said cheerfully and I had to giggle over his excitement.

“I can´t wait to open these doors”, he continued and Zayn nodded his head with glancing eyes at the same thought.

“Sounds great, but do you wan´t to open the bakery without a name?”, I asked them and they both gave me a surprised look.

“We...did not thought about it yet”, Zayn committed and they looked crumpled-up because they had forgotten something so obvious and important.

“You really did not thought about it earlier?”, I asked and had to burst into laughter over their facial expressions. Laughter felt good and I did not wanted to stop since it ousted the upsetting feeling I had before.

“We could call it crappy second try to achieve something in life”, Harry joked and I gave him a no way - look.

“Zayn?”, I asked with hope he would have a better idea, but he only shrugged his shoulders in a lost way.

“Guys!”, I exclaimed unbelievable.

“We were so busy with all the other stuff”, Harry tried to explain, but I still were a little bit shocked, but amused at the same time.

“You should call it HZ – no plan at all”, I joked and they both gave me a confused look.

“HZ?”, Zayn asked and at the same time he seemed to understand.

“Oh, H for Harry and Z for Zayn”, he chuckled.

“Why not?”, Harry suddenly asked out of the nowhere.

“That was a joke, not a serious suspect”, I hurried to say, but he already seemed really into that stupid idea.

“Harry you can´t call your bakery only two letters. That´s uncreative and not something which will attract the people and make them stop and think: Why don´t we go in there because it has such a lovely name?”

I tried my best to intimidate an old man´s voice at the last part, but I failed miserably. Zayn chuckled again over my bad try, but Harry still seemed pretty serious.

“But sometimes it´s exactly this simplicity which attracts people”, he said.

“What do you think?”, I asked Zayn who still had not said a thing about the whole naming situation.

“HZ doesn´t sound too bad”, he answered and I rolled my eyes, while Harry got even more excited.

“Clary you´re the smartest woman in the world”, he said and I had to chuckle a little bit, even though I still tried to pretend to be annoyed by them.

“You´d better think that way because you´ve decided to marry me”, I reminded him and he gave me my favorite smile. My smile.

“Still the best idea of my life”, he said with a soft voice and Zayn awkwardly tried to make us remember that he was still here.

My eyes flashed over to him and I saw something in his eyes which told me that he still was not really ready to see us together in intimate situations like this.

“So we decided on HZ?”, Harry asked him and he nodded in approval.

“Jesus Christ I thought opening a bakery out of nowhere was a crazy idea, but naming it HZ´s is even crazier”, I said and they both broke out into laughter and I after some minutes in which I felt harassed I joined them.

Like I had realized earlier laughter made my worries stop and I could not get enough of it. It is insane how much being with people you like and want to have somewhere close to you, can make you forget your worries and feel okay again.

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Not with much words, but just in keeping your company and talking about things which distract you enough to get your thoughts clearer again.