Harry's POV

“Damn it, Sarah! I just need you to get your brother. That's all. Make something up, please.” I've been at this party for 15 minutes and I need to get back before Jason shows up. “Listen Styles, I'm not stepping foot in that house. I love Frankie, she's fine. Jason wouldn't lay a hand on her. He will, however, beat the hell out of me for disobeying his orders. She's fine there with Jason. He's just going to yell at her, okay? You want her out so bad, you go get her. But I'm not doing it. She'll call me tomorrow morning.” Sarah turned her back to be and went back in to the house. I looked at Niall in disbelief.

“How does he get everyone to think he's little mr innocent? It's fucking insane!” I yell out in frustration. “Maybe Sarah's right. I mea yeah, Jason's a prick but he does care for Frankie. If her best friend says she's okay, she has to be, right?” Niall spoke up. I shook my head.

“Didn't you see how scared she was? She wasn't scared for me, but for herself.”
“Maybe she was scared of Jake?”
“No, there's no way Jake would touch her without Jason's permission. Jake is his fucking lap dog.”

Niall shrugged, “so what are you going to do?”
“I'm going to make a few calls and head back over to Frankie's. I want to make sure she's okay.” I started to walk away when Niall screamed, “You want me to ride?” I shook my head. “Nah, you're good man, enjoy the party. It is yours after all.” We laughed and I hopped into my truck.

Frankie's POV

Jason just left, thank God. He wanted to go out with his friends but reminded me that he will be back tonight. I'm still breathing, so it wasn't as bad as before. My side hurts and my face is really bruised. Which means I can't go out in public for a while. At least not until the swelling has gone down, I can cover the rest up with make up.

He dragged me through the house while Jake sat back and watched. He laughed at me when I screamed out in pain. I don't understand why he hates me so much...

I heard a car door close from my driveway. My side hurt too much to move. So I crawled over to the wall and laid my back against it so you couldn't see me from the front window. I just want them to go away. No one can see me like this.

I heard soft knocking until the door just opened and closed. I pray it isn't Jason, coming back too soon because he was still mad.

Harry rounded the corner to the living room and I pushed my back up against the wall harder. The lights were off so I hoped he wouldn't see me. But the sudden motion was too fast for my injured ribs. I hissed out in pain and Harry looked directly at me. “Frankie?” Harry asked as he walked over to turn on the light.

I immediately closed my eyes.
“Oh my God, Frankie! What happened to you?” Harry ran towards me and my breathing picked up. “No! No, Harry you have to leave! Jason will be back and you can't be here. Please Harry just leave.” I cried out. I wouldn't be able to take it if Jason found out. He'd kill me.
“No sweetheart. He's not coming back. I won't let him hurt you. Okay? Damn it, I shouldn't have left you. This is my fault.” I shook my head. “This isn't your fault. You didn't know. I shouldn't have came to that fight that night. I shouldn't have ever met you. I knew better. I knew he would do this again. You can't stop him. He did this so you'd see my face. He does what he wants and no one can stop him. He has a key to my house Harry! You have to fucking leave!” I gripped my side again and a tear slipped out.

“Frankie, baby, it's going to be okay. I'll take you to my house and we'll clean you up a bit. He can't hurt you anymore. Do you hear me? I won't let him.” I nodded and he grabbed my hand to pull me up. Slowly but surely, I stood. He swept me off my feet and I latched onto his neck, knotting my fingers in his mess of curls.

He gently set me on to his passenger seat and I whined a little. “I'm so sorry I left, Frankie.” Harry whispered to me, placing his forehead against mine. I exhaled and relaxed. He moved away from me and slipped into the driver's seat.

We made it to his house in no time. It was a small, but nice and cozy, house. I liked it. Harry put me on the couch to rest.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked with concern in his eyes. I nodded my head. “Yeah, I'm fine, really Harry. It's been worse.”
“Worse?”
“I'm fine.”
“How bad?”
I shook my head. “Don't worry, okay?” He rubbed over the bruise on me cheek and squeezed my eyes shut to try and hide the pain. “I'm going to go get the first aid kit, okay?” I nodded my head. A minute after he left, my phone rang. It was my mom.

“Hey mom. How's Dubai?” I exhaled slowly so it didn't hurt so bad. “It's great honey! Your father and I were just calling me make sure you were okay. Did you eat today? Do laundry?” I laughed at my mother's anxiety. “Yes, I've ate, and No, I didn't do laundry. I'm fine, but do you know what time it is here?” I heard my mom take in a breath. “The time difference! I completely forgot! Just call me later, okay?” “Alright mom, love you, talk to you later.”

As we said our good byes, Harry walked in. “You didn't tell her?” I looked up at him, “tell who what?” I knew exactly what he was referring to but I was hoping he would just drop the topic. Fat chance...
“Frankie, why didn't you tell your mom what happened tonight? He hurt you, why don't you do something about it?” I scoffed. “What do you suppose I do, Harry? My parents would never believe me. Jason is like a son to them. They always believed Jonny and Jason over me.” I gripped on my necklace and sighed, “I'll just ride out the bruises and stay in the house for a while. He's going to come back weather any of us like it or not. He always comes back.”

Harry sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me. I laid my head against his chest and I heard that wonderful sound of his thumping heart. It's steady and whimsical and it put me to sleep right there.

“I'm not going to let him get to you Frankie. No one will hurt you again. I promise you that baby girl.”

Notes

Xoxo

~Cici