Friend or Foe

—Hannah—

I was sprawled out on my mattress when I heard Harry fumble into our pitch black room, swearing at his mattress.

“Bloody hell…” he muttered under his breath

I couldn’t help but grin and prop myself up on my bed to see Harry’s dark shadow moving closer to me. I about had a coughing fit when Harry dropped the mattress down, specks of dust lingered in the air, irritating my nose. “Sorry Han,” Harry said in a deep and husky voice.

“Shitty motel,” he spat.

“It’s not a motel, it's a whore house,” I said in response to correct him and shut my mouth immediately after immense pain shot up through my jaw.

“Don’t talk,” Harry said. It seemed more of an order and I didn’t mind, I didn’t want to talk anymore. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but strangely I felt like I was in a trance. Like I was
in a dream state and the world had stopped, it was just me and Harry. It wasn’t a charming feeling because in the back of my mind, which was still partially active, kept replaying what
happened between Austin and I. I grimaced instantly and froze up, Harry noticed.

“Hannah?” he asked and crawled closer to me, but kept his distance.

Good, I thought. I didn’t give him time to finish his sentence because I knew what he was going to ask and I already had an answer. No, I was not fine. I couldn’t even curl up in a fetal position; hell, I couldn’t even move my arms, all I felt was pain. Blinking was tough also, what the fuck did Austin do to me?

Without even noticing, I spat a cry and then shut my mouth again, I sounded like a dying animal. And indeed, I felt that way exactly, not only was I beaten up, but my virginity was ripped away from me. But I wasn’t a virgin…I had no idea what the hell I was. Austin tore something away from me, something irreplaceable, I didn't feel whole. My mind could only register the pain right now. I didn’t know what happened next or how it happened, but I was now nuzzled into Harry’s chest, my back towards him. I felt his defined chest, but he didn’t touch me.

I didn’t know what to feel anymore, if Harry raped me here, I don’t what would happen but nothing could be worse than what Austin did to me. Slowly I felt Harry’s large palm touch my forearm and I froze. Both us held our breath, neither one us dared breathing. I tried not to flinch under his touch, but I think I did and he noticed because the warmth of his hand left my skin.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled. I didn’t say anything, but I closed my eyes, I just wanted to sleep and possibly never wake up. I was in a stupor right now, I could feel myself drift off.

“I know you don’t want to speak,” Harry spoke up after a while, breaking the silence and stillness of our dark room, making me open my eyes. “You don’t have to, but…” Harry didn’t finish the end of his sentence, but I felt his index finger on my forearm. “I promise, I’ll only touch you with one finger.”

One finger, was he joking? That sounded so pathetic, but then again, I was thankful he understood the situation. Then it hit me, panic washed over my body, did Harry know? Well I know he knew that Austin beat the shit out of me, it was the first name that came out of his mouth when he first caught sight of my bruised face. But did he know I was raped? I gulped; and for some reason it was so much louder in the quiet room.

“I promise Hannah, I won’t hurt you,” Harry spoke his voice steady and low. Then I felt Harry’s index finger graze up and down on my arm. He wasn’t even in contact with my skin, his finger lightly brushing against my skin a little, but I still felt it. My skin got goose bumps, but I kept calm. I was sure Harry wouldn’t do anything to me, he wasn’t that type. But isn’t that what I thought of Austin? No. I forced him out, I kept concentrating on Harry’s finger, gliding so gently over my pale skin.

“So,” Harry broke the silence, but kept his finger moving. “I’ll do the talking, alright?”

No shit, Sherlock.

I really wanted to say that out loud, but I kept my mouth shut.

“Well, whatever Austin did to you…” Harry seemed to struggle with his words as I found him trailing off and then pausing for a moment, “Whatever he did,” Harry tried once again. “I will find out Hannah, even if you don’t tell me. I will kill him.” His words came out as cold as ice and I could feel the scorn in his voice and I gasped. Harry took notice to my sudden action. “I’m sorry,” he panicked. “Uhh, let’s talk about something else, how about….our deal?”

Our deal? He wants to speak about "our deal" when I just got raped and beaten? Wow, he was good at comforting me. I rolled my eyes dramatically and twitched my lips a little. Let’s talk about our deal.

“I really don’t know where to start with our deal,” Harry said as his voice took a different tone, one that I could not register. I didn’t know what was going on, but I was sure of one thing, his index finger was now pressed into my skin, gliding up and down. The feeling gave me goose bumps again and I was sure Harry knew. Yet, he didn’t stop. “Well…” he continued, “I won’t force you into anything, until you give me permission, but I just want to say, I won’t do anything out of your ordeal.”

Ordeal? What the hell was he, a professor?

“But, I want to teach you something new,” Harry kept going on and I listened closely making sure I didn't miss a word. I was being very attentive, which made me smirk playfully. “I said
this to you because I wasn’t to show you that there's more to sex, sex isn’t just going inside a girl and thrusting, it’s so much more than that.”

“It’s about opening new parts, I mean. Once I teach you my way, you’ll be seeing sex in a whole new perspective.” Harry said in a rather confident tone.

As he spoke about sex and what not, his index finger turned into his whole hand, gliding down and up my skin. I think my eyes rolled back into my head because whatever he was doing, made the inside of my thighs tingle with pleasure, something Austin couldn’t even do when he touched me. Whether it a nice or sexual gesture. I wasn’t sure if I should feel like this or not or if he intended on making me feel like this, because whatever Harry was telling me, I wanted to stay and listen.

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could hear him perfectly. He seemed really comfortable about what he as saying, and I liked that he was patching up my void and the awkward silence with sex talk. It was slightly turning me on.

“Oh and Hannah,” Harry paused and then he bent over towards me. I could feel his breath on my cheek and ears. I froze up and soon after Harry's hand stopped instantly. “Just want you to know, I like to dominate, but I wouldn’t mind you taking control if you really wanted to.” His voice was low and seductive with a slight growl.

Even if I was in a half conscious state, what he said immediately sparked interest inside me, enough to keep me tuned in and I couldn’t wait for his sex lessons. The way he spoke his words and the way they danced on his tongue were like he was seducing me right now, he was touching me once again. I shivered, not from his touch or from the open window. It was my heat. His lips found their way to my neck, his tongue caressing my soft skin. Damn him, even through words he could seduce and I just got raped.

Harry pulled back and continued to glide his palm and it was taking all the strength in me to control myself because I could feel myself getting wetter. I closed my eyes and thought about Austin beating me up, so I could rid of the 'I’m-going-to-have-an-orgasm' feeling. I bit the lower corner of my bottom lip, this was not healthy. I kept my eyes shut, but I couldn’t concentrate with Harry’s ginormous hand on my arm. Know what that means Hannah? I quickly hushed my inner sex god, and tried to think of something else. But then Harry stared speaking again and I was thankful it wasn’t about sex.

“You know Alicia, I would really like to introduce to the lads, you’ll love Zayn.” Zayn, the name rung a bell. And then a image appeared in my head; tanish skin, smoky brown eyes, defined facial structure. “He’s an attractive lad,” Harry said, I could tell by the tone in his voice he seemed to be smiling. “And he knows it. He’s the perfect definition of tall, dark, and handsome.”

Tall, dark, and handsome. Do they even exist? I didn’t bother to care because sleep was calling to me, my eyelids started to weigh a ton and the more I struggled to keep them open, the more I had to shake myself to stay awake. So I gave in, using Harry’s deep, charming voice as a lullaby. And I had to admit, his voice was worth listening to.

Notes

Hi, yes thirteen is up for anyone who is still following this story and again any new readers, welcome and thank you for taking the time to read my story through! I plan on having fourteen up sometime soon, don't know exactly when. I've been busy with school and driver's ed during the week so I don't have a whole lot of time to write anymore. I'm gonna try for weekends to update. Thank you for the support and I hope you have a good day/night! Rate, comment, subscribe. :)