Change Me ***EDITING***

I stand there frozen on the porch as Harry throws Aaron to the ground.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Harry leans down and yells in Aarons face.
"Look man, Brooklyn and I were just fooling around." Aaron says, putting his hands up in defense.
"It sure didn't sound that way when she was screaming." Harry growls, pulling Aaron up by the collar on his shirt.
"Oh please." Aaron chuckles humorlessly. "She was screaming in pleasure." he spits.
I want to throw up.
Harry's jaw clenches in anger, and he throws Aaron to the ground again.
I am still standing on the porch in shock, watching all of this play out. I feel like I am in a terrible nightmare.
"You fucking bastard." Harry shouts, before getting on top of Aaron and punching him in the face. Hard.
I swear I can hear Aaron's nose break from over here.
Seeing Harry punch Aaron pulls me out of my trance.
I run over to them, Harry's fists are continuously hitting Aaron, not slowing down once.
"Harry!" I shout when I am standing in front of them.
He ignores me.
"Harry stop!" he still doesn't respond, and Aaron's face is getting more and more bloody.
"Harry, you're going to kill him!" I shout, grabbing one of his arms and tugging him back as hard as I can.
This time he turns to look at me, his facial expression hard, and his breathing fast and rugged.
What frightens me though, is the wild look in his eyes.
It takes him a second, but when he see's me, his eyes soften slightly, and he pulls his arm out of my grasp.
He stands up and runs his hand through his hair roughly, his back facing me.
Aaron is unconscious on the pavement, and I almost lean down to make sure he is okay, but then I remember he tried to rape me, and that's why we're in this situation right now.
"Did he...Did he touch you?" Harry asks, his voice low.
He did touch me, just not in the way Harry is thinking.
"No, he was about to, until you came up to the window..." I say, embarrassment clear in my voice.
I'm not embarrassed because of Harry's question though. I'm embarrassed because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop Aaron. I couldn't get out of his grasp, I wasn't strong enough. And if Harry wouldn't have come at that exact moment that he did, Aaron would've had his way with me.
I'm weak.
"Don't cry, it's okay." Harry says softly, walking over to me with worry written all over his face.
I hadn't even realized I was crying.
He wraps his arms around me and I jump at first, before relaxing in his arms.
He lets me cry in his shirt for a few minutes, before I pull away and wipe my eyes. My mascara rubs off on my fingers, and I know I must look absolutely ridiculous.
But I don't care.
"Sorry for crying on your shirt." I say, and he just shrugs. "And thank you for coming to my rescue. If you hadn't..." I trail off and look down at my feet.
"You don't have to thank me." he says. "But if you don't mind me asking, who is this creep? And why were you in his car?"
Just then, we hear Aaron groan and as I look over at him, he opens his eyes.
I take a step back and hide behind Harry.
But Harry takes a step towards Aaron, and goes to pick him up by his shirt collar like he did earlier.
I grow nervous that Harry is going to beat him up again. But he just stands Aaron up, and forcefully pushes him back into his car.
"Get out of here, and don't fucking come near Brooklyn again, or it'll be the last thing you do." Harry tells Aaron, menacingly.
I shiver, both from Harry's words, and from the cold night's air hitting my bare arms.
Harry walks back over to me, and we watch as Aaron's car peels out of the driveway.
"Lets get inside." Harry says to me.
I don't say anything as he grabs my elbow and leads me up the driveway, and into the house.
"Come with me" he says, and I follow him into the bathroom.
I want to speak, but no words come out. I'm still in shock.
"Sit on the sink, I'm going to grab a washcloth to clean off your wrist." Harry gestures to my wrist, and I look down at it. Just now noticing that it's bleeding from where Aaron's nails dug into my wrist.
I do as Harry says, and sit on the sink. I inspect myself for more injuries, and find bruises left behind on my arms from the tips of Aaron's fingers harshly pressing into my skin.
I hop off the sink and turn around, looking at myself in the mirror. I look even paler than usual, and my makeup is smudged. I almost cry when I see the bruises littered across my chest from where Aaron's hand groped me. I lift my shirt up, and look at my hips. Aaron's finger nail marks cover them.
I turn around and see one big bruise on my back, from where I was pushed against the steering wheel of Aaron's car.
I don't even notice when Harry walks back in, washcloth in hand.
When I finally do notice his presence, I quickly pull my shirt back down, and look down at my feet.
"I'm sorry he did this to you." Harry sighs. "Will you tell me how you know him, now?" he walks over to me, and gently takes my wrist in his hand.
His touch erases Aaron's off of my wrist. And I suddenly wish he would hold me in his arms until the rest of Aarons touch is erased from my entire body.
I know that sounds strange since I haven't even known Harry for a day...Maybe I just feel comfortable with him because he saved me?
I have no idea.
"He is-was my boss." I tell him, as he slowly rubs the warm washcloth over my wrist, removing the blood. It stings, but not in an unbearable way.
"Where do you work?" Harry asks.
"Peppers Bar." I answer.
"Aren't you a little too young to work in a bar?" he stops rubbing the washcloth on my wrist, and looks up at me questioningly.
"I just help wipe down tables, sweep the floor, and open and close the bar." I tell him, and his attention goes back to cleaning off my wrist.
"Well, I think it's safe to say you won't be working there anymore." Harry says, setting my now clean, wrist on my lap.
As he does so, I look at his hand and notice his busted and bloodied knuckles.
"Harry!" I gasp, grabbing his hand so I can inspect it.
"It's nothing.." he says, pulling his hand away.
"That is not nothing. Sit on the sink." I order him just as he ordered me to do so earlier.
He rolls his eyes, but does as I say.
I wash out the washcloth that he used on my wrist, with warm water.
I take his hand in my own, and gently dab the washcloth over his busted knuckles. He winces but doesn't say anything.
"He offered me a ride home. I was so stupid to say yes. If I had just walked home instead, none of this would have happened, I'm such an idiot." I mutter, mostly to myself, but Harry hears me.
"This is not your fault." he says, putting his hand on my cheek.
I don't look at him and instead, focus on getting the blood off of his knuckles.
"Look at me." Harry says. I keep staring at his hand, so he tits my chin up to look at him.
"This. Is. Not. Your. Fault. Don't think that, even for a moment."
I look into his eyes, and nod. He releases my chin, and I start washing off his other hand that is too, busted and bloodied.
When I am done, I place the washcloth on the sink, and tell Harry goodnight.
He goes to his room, and I go to mine.
I lay in bed, unable to sleep.
Flashbacks of what happened in Aarons car run through my mind, and before I know it, I'm walking towards Harry's room.
I knock on his door, and pray he is still awake. Suddenly, he opens his door, shirtless and wearing only a pair of boxers. I force myself to look away.
"Can't sleep?" he asks in a raspy, sleep filled voice.
I nod.
He steps to the side, and holds the door open for me to come in.
"I'll sleep on the floor." I say.
"No, you take the bed. I'll sleep on the floor." he grabs an extra blanket and pillow from the closet and lays them out on the floor.
"Are you sure?" I ask, suddenly feeling bad for bothering him.
He nods,, and closes his bedroom door.
I will have to wake up early tomorrow morning, before Molly gets up, and sneak back into my room so she doesn't know I slept in Harry's room.
I climb into Harry's bed, and cover myself with the comforter. It smells like him, which is strangely comforting.
"Night Harry." I yawn, and I hear him reply with "Night Brooklyn" before drifting off to sleep.

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