Friend or Foe

––Harry––

"Hannah Elaine Curran!" I yelled out and banged on the bathroom door with two hands and started breathing hard. "Hannah you need to open this door right now!" Then I heard another shrieking cry, loud and so full of pain. "HANNAH!"I panicked and banged harder than ever. I ignored the throbbing pain shooting up from my hand, I could feel the splinters of wood sticking into my skin, but I didn't care. I could only concentrate on Hannah's cries.

"Please!" I beg, my heart was racing, her cries were so desperate, like someone was in there trying to strangle her. "Hannah!" I cry out and bang with more force, hoping the bathroom door would break down so I could at lease see if she was physically okay. "Please..." I huff.

No answer from the other side, I could just hear the shower running. I step back and I didn't seem to realize tears were brimming in my eyes. I took a glance at my hand, and the side was red and tender. Hopelessly I stared at the the bathroom door and silently prayed she'd come out. I then heard the shower shut off shortly after. I was about to bang on the door again, but then it opened, revealing a drenched, red and puffy eyed Hannah.

She looked down avoiding eye contact with me. Her clothes were soaked and her hair was in ringlets, water dripping from the ends of her hair onto the old floor boards. I moved closer to her without paying attention and then her eyes quickly stared into mine. Her eyes were full of fear, disgust, and pain. The tears in my eyes were now gone, but instead I felt cold. She didn't step back, but her eyes were cautious, analyzing my every move.

"Your clothes?" I managed to speak up since she had come out of the bathroom.

"I can't take them off," she whispered in a quiet tone. I was about to answer why not, but then saw she raised one her hands and I noticed that all five of her fingers were wearing metal braces. "My fingers..." She trailed off. She looked down awkwardly and gave a cough. Again my heart began to swell, suddenly I felt like a different person. Caring Harry was taking place.

"I'll help you," I spoke up, dazed by the seriousness of my tone. I stepped in closer and this time Hannah didn't flinch. I raised one hand slowly; I didn't want to take her off guard and scare her so I grabbed her wet dark hair, squeezed the water out, and moved it to the side of her shoulder. "Raise your arms please," I said in a soft tone.

When Hannah didn't respond I spoke again. "I'll keep my eyes closed, I promise Hannah."

Slowly Hannah raised her arms and I closed my eyes. Since I couldn't see it took three tries to find the hem of her shirt and then, making sure that my eyes were closed I began to lift it up. I felt the fabric sliding up her stomach and to her breasts. I dropped her shirt on the floor and accidentally touched her wet skin. I didn't feel electricity rushing through me, but I felt heat coming off. I felt Hannah's body tense up so I dropped my hands to my sides quickly.

I kept my eyes closed, but I felt my hands being held and was guided to a clasp. Ah, of course, a bra. Hannah's hands guided me to her bra clasp. Fumbling, I unclasped it, not daring to open my eyes. Oddly I liked it, firstly because I was undressing Hannah and secondly, because I felt that I was in a different atmosphere and weirdly it felt kind of romantic. My hands slid up to her shoulders and I slipped off her bra. I heard Hannah breathing hard and I began to notice I was breathing harder too. This was so arousing and I really wanted to take a peek, Cheeky Harry was starting to come back. I pushed him so far back; I needed to be Caring Harry. So to distract myself I dropped my hand and found the button of her shorts. My fingers moved and I began to unbutton them. I knelt down and slid her shorts down to her legs. She stepped out from them and then slowly I touched the hem of her underwear. She didn't even stop me so I continued to take them off as well.

"Go to the bathroom now," Hannah whispered after I was done undressing her. Her voice was lower this time. "Blow out the candle and get me a towel."

I did exactly as she asked; I went to the bathroom and finally opened my eyes. I grabbed the towel and before I blew out the candle, I let the warmth of the flame dance around my face as I pictured Hannah naked. I had the honor to undress her so that was enough, even if I couldn't actually see anything. I blew out the candle and both the bathroom and room were now dark. My eyes adjusted and I walked out of the bathroom. I closed my eyes once again so I couldn't see. I stuck one arm out which held the towel and I felt Hannah's hand take it from mine.

I opened my eyes, not wanting to risk getting caught of stealing a glimpse of Hannah in a towel. No matter how much I wanted to. My eyes accustomed to the dark and I found my shirt. I took it in my hand and finally spoke, "I won't look, I swear, but I can't walk with my eyes closed."

She answered, "okay."

My heart leaped, but I had to respect her and her body. I turned around and walked towards her. I looked down when I handed her my white tshirt, but I did see her slender legs. She took it and mumbled a quiet thank you.

I didn't answer back so I closed my eyes and helped her put my shirt over her head and over the towel. I then began to pull at one corner of the towel so it came off, while she was wearing my shirt. I finally looked at her, she was just a dark silhouette but I saw the color of my shirt. Her arms moved and I raised my arms, making Hannah's hands freeze in midair. I tucked my hand under her shirt and pulled out her hair from the back. I pulled my arm back and turned around. I was going to respect her, even if I was curious, I was not going to look. She wasn't an item that I would shamelessly check out like I usually do with other girls. She was Hannah Curran. She had just got beaten up and she was a Curran, sworn family enemy. I kept telling myself that as I lit the candle once again and closed the windows, but I knew that it was nothing of that sort. Her getting beaten wasn't the reason and her being a family enemy wasn't one either. I don't know what is was really, or why I care, but I was sure I never felt like this before.

Notes

hi so I finally finished this chapter! I hope you like it. Things are starting to get a little more interesting for Harry and Hannah? To all of my new readers, thank you so much for taking the time to read my story it means a lot! And thank you for being super patient. Have a good day enjoy. :)