Friend or Foe

—Hannah—

She's a good girl loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too,
She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend–

I made a quiet sound in the back of my throat and Harry immediately stopped singing. I looked up at him and stared as he bent down. We didn't say a word to each other, but I looked at him through my blurry vision. I blinked several times and then looked up again, Harry was gone. Where did you go this time? I turn my head to look around the room and a sudden sharp pain had shut up through the side of my temple. I planted my face into the pillow and close my eyes, breathing in and out heavily.

"Hannah."

"Yes...?" I spoke.

"Are you okay?" Harry said as a hand came down and touch my back. I shot up straight, long for getting the pain. Harry stared back, his green eyes growing wide and he quickly removed his hand. "Sorry," he apologized and moved further away from me, "didn't mean to Han." He looked down, trying to avoid making contact with me.

"S'okay," I mumbled, my voice sounding hoarse. Damn, I sounded like a dying animal. Harry then looked at me and the corners of his mouth lifted, exposing his dimples. "Let me get you some water," he said smirking.

Harry walked over to the bedside table and grab a bottle of water. He bent over, but left a reasonable amount of space between us and gave me the bottle. "Drink this, your voice will sound better."

I blushing take the bottle, cool. He knows how bad I sound. I grab the bottle and open the cap, and took a swig of the water. I cleared my throat and handed him the bottle back. "Thanks," I said.

He took it from me as I sat up I begin to notice how dark the room was, nearly pitch black. "What time is it?" I ignored the pain in my temple. I scanned the room and found Harry sitting in a chair with a puzzled look on his face. He was staring at me, he cocked his head to the side and then slowly smiled. My heart started racing, he looked so hot. I bit the corner of my lip, Harry's eyes followed and then his smile turned into a frown. This made my heart sink into my stomach, what the hell?

After a long while Harry decided to break the silence. "Don't you want to take a shower?"

It wasn't phrased like a question; it was more like a statement. When he said it, I noticed his eyes held a sinister look and his lips gave me a lazy, sheepish smile. It was taunting me, but he was right. I wanted to take a shower and hopefully I would feel clean and the pain would fade away. I nodded and slowly stand up, my joints popping in the process. The room was still very dark and very chill just the way I liked it. But today, it seemed very out of place. Harry came up to me and flicked on the flame in his lighter, the flame was the only distance between us. I gasped; his eyes were so captivating, green and black. He smiled, the flame playing on his face.

"It's morning Hannah," Harry said, "but it's very early in the morning." When he said that, he gave a devilish smirk. I gulped quietly and staggered but Harry's hand helped steady me.

"I'm just fine," I answer when Harry's facial expression becomes perplexed. He lets go and without thinking I let out a sigh of relief. Harry walks to the bedside table and opens the drawer, taking out a white candle.

"I'll set this in the bathroom," he said as he was bringing the flame to the wick. It burst into flame and he gazed at me before walking into the bathroom. "I managed to actually find a clean towel for you," Harry said as he came out of the bathroom. His eyes raked me up and down before he spoke again. "But I failed to find clean clothes so..." I watched in shock as Harry took off his jacket and stripped off his white tee, exposing his smooth bare skin.

My eyes grazed his defined chest, trailing down. I wanted to run my hands on his abs, but I snapped at myself. What the hell Hannah? Get those dirty thoughts out of your head!

"Um..." I licked my cracked lips and quickly looked up at him. His eyes hid something, his facial expression had suddenly turned serious and his eyes were locked on my lips. Alright?

I had started to lead myself to the bathroom, my eyes still adjusting to the dark room. As I walked to the bathroom I flicked the switch, hoping it would turn the lights on. When I got my hopes up, I walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and started to hyperventilate. Last night was coming back to me in fragments. Harry's hand gliding up my arm, his voice, and then the harsh, violent thrusts. The sound of my bones cracking and the shouts.

"No, God no," I shook my head and tried to block the images. I was trying to steady my breathing to calm myself but I sounded like I was being strangled. I fumbled into the bathtub, turned on the shower, and let the cold water wash over me. I couldn't even bother to take off my clothes my fingers were broken and I had zero energy left. Without even thinking I gave out a loud, shrieking cry. Oblivious that Harry was present on the other side of the door, I sobbed in the bathtub. I clawed and scratched at my skin, trying to get rid of Austin's touch and especially Harry's. I groaned and then heard a hard knock on the door.

"Hannah!" Harry's voice sounded worried. "Hannah open the door please! I need to know if you're okay, open right now!"

I ignored Harry's cries of fear from the other side and shut my eyes, letting the water wash away my memories.

Notes

Hi, very sorry it has taken me months to put this up. College had kept me very pre occupied but here's 14! To those of you who are new, thank you for taking the time to read this. Writing is my passion and I love sharing that. If you like this story, comment or subscribe! I love feedback. I hope you all have a lovely day! Enjoy. :)