My Hero

Harry’s POV:

I never really told the lads about my experience with Carter Lynn. It felt like a totally different world from the one I live in with the boys. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It is starting to effect my recording abilities, and I think the boys are starting to notice. I couldnt help it. I wondered how she was doing. I read online that girls who are raped suffer from severe mental damage. I want to be there for her, so I am going over to her house today after recording.

Carter Lynn’s POV:

It has been a week since the incident. I still haven’t spoken a word. I have alot of trouble sleeping. My sleep is filled with nightmares of men with masks and pain. Also, I have been throwing up alot in the morning. In two days, I go to get an ultrosound to see if I am pregnant. I mainly stare out the window and listen to music. My family doesn’t bother me much, except to bring me food. I guess they just dont know what to say. I have just had lunch. I barely ate it. I saw a person heading towards the house. I instantly recongized him as Harry. I guess he just feels bad and is checking to see if I am ok. I heard the door open and my greet her. A few seconds later, my mom brought him to my room.

“Carter sweetie, you have a visitor,” she said and I nodded. He walked up to while I pulled out my head phones.

“What are you listening to?” he asked and I let him listen to his song, One Way or Another, “Are you a Directioner?”

I nodded and wrote a message to him on my whiteboard. It said:

‘Why are you here?’

“Well,” he said and sighed, “ever since I found you, I felt a connection to you. I hope that maybe we could be friends. I want to be here for you.”

I nodded and a tear streamed down from my face. “I feel connected to you too. I want to be your friend,” I uttered my first words since the incident. He looked shocked and smiled at me.

“I am glad you found your voice. It is really is beautiful,” he said, and I laughed. I actually laughed, for the first time in forever it felt like, “and a very contagious laugh.”

“Thank you Harry. For reminding, what it feels like to be happy.”

“Definetly,” he handed me a paper, “and call me anytime you need to be reminded.”

“I am going to need it soon”

“What do you mean?”

“In two days, I get my ultrosound,” I said another tear spilling over my eyes. He wiped it away. He hugged me tightly.

“Whatever happens I will always be here for you,” he said and held me until I feel asleep. And for the first time in a week, I sleep peacefully.