My Dangerous Knight

When Harry pulled into his driveway, I remembered last night. I did miss Louis a bit and am excited to see him again. Liam, not so much. I'm kinda scared that he will try to kick me out or call me names again. Harry peered over at me, reading my mind.

"Don't worry, Clare. Liam won't be trying anything stupid. I set him straight." He said, unbuckling himself. I was scared to ask what he did. As Harry made his way over to the passenger side of his car, I started to feel the burning between my legs. At first, the only thing hurting was my head from everything that just happened but that wore off, causing excruciating pain in my lower region. Harry opened the door for me once I unhooked myself.

"Uh... Harry?" I try to say. What is a good way to ask someone to carry you since you just gotten your virginity stolen from you? There is no good way!

"Yes, darling?" I tingle at the nickname. Goosebumps creep up my arms.

"I-I... Uh... Can you... Like, carry me?" Harry smirked and picked me up bridal style. I felt strangly safe in his arms. The way they held onto me securely was a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. I look up at Harry's face as he walked up the long driveway. It was an angle of him I haven't seen before. The sunlight hit his face perfectly. He looked like an angel. Shut up, Clare! You don't have feelings for Harry!

Harry opened the front door to his gigantic hours with one hand, which was impressive. He walked in and put me down on the couch. The familiar smell of cigarettes and beer filled my nostrils, causing me to plug my nose.

"Are you tired? Hungry? Thirsty?" Harry asked. I shrugged. That was all I could do at the moment. Shrug.
Harry rushed out of the door to get my suitcases. When he came back, the first thing he did was ask if I'm alright.

"I'm fine, Harry." I reassure him. Harry nodded again and sat next to me uneasily. He was a bit off edge and his jaw clenched. I stare at his stone-like face. He stared off into space.

"Why do you keep saving me?" I asked after a while of silence. Harry shot his head towards me. His head cocked to the right a little.

"How do you mean?"

"You're always there to save me. Like a superhero or something." I say, picking at my fingernails so I don't make eye contact with the tattooed man before me. Harry chuckled deeply.

"Oh, Clare, you still don't understand. I'm no superhero. I'm more like the villian that seems to be somewhere at a good time." Villian? Harry hasn't showed me once that he wasn't he villian. I understand he has tattoos and piercing to paint the picture of a villian, but what only I see is the true meaning of the picture.

"I'm not afraid of you." I mumbled, barely audible.

"You should." We were silent for a long time. Awkward silence to be exact. The front door opened about 30 minutes later. In came Niall, Zayn, and Louis. No Liam. I was kinda happy he wasn't here. He didn't like me at all.

"Clare Bear!" Louis said with a smile once he saw me sitting on the couch. He went to hug me but Harry stopped him quickly.

"Don't touch her, Lou. She just went through something terrible" He said behind gritted teach. Louis stopped and sat next to me.

"What happened?" I look down and my hands and sit Indian style on the couch. My lower region still burning. Why me? Why did it have to be me?

"I-I was raped." I croaked. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Louis was stiff. So stiff he could have been mistaken as a statue. His sky blue eyes turned in a sea of black. He clenched his fist so tight they turned white.

"Louis. Don't do anything rash..." Zayn started. Louis shot up from his spot ont he couch, walked up to the closest wall, and punch it. A loud screech came from him as his punch the wall over and over again. I flinched and somehow ended up in Harry's lap.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Louis kept yelling as he flipped over tables and candle. I looked up at everyone. They weren't doing anything to calm him down.

"Just leave him to trash whatever he needs to. It helps him calm down." Niall said. Thsi shouldn't help. I stand up from Harry's lap. He whines because of my absence. Slowly, I walked up to Louis who was punching yet another wall.

"Louis?"

"Why did I even bring you home last night! I should have made you stay! It's all my fucking fault!" He yelled, clearing the set table with one swipe. I grabbed his wrists and make him turn to look at me. Once he did, I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face into his chest. Louis didn't hesitate on hugged me back.

"I'm sorry, Clare. I'm so sorry." He said. We stood there for a while as the boys stare at us. I released Louis and walked him back to sit on the couch. I went and grabbed my suitcases, starting up the stairs.

"Where are you off to?" Harry's voice asked from behind me.

"I'm going to gamble off my clothing. Care to join?" I say sarcastically. Footsteps start coming towards me. Harry stood next to me with his hand pressed against the small of my back.

"You can stay in my room for a while." I nodded and we walked up to his room. The bed was made and all his clothes were neatly put in his laundry basket. So organized for someone like Harry. Wow. That sounded cold.

"You'll be staying here until you get better, I guess." Harry was being strange. I raise and eyebrow at him but he broke our gaze by looking down at the floor. I grabbed his wrist and made him sit down on the bed.

"What's wrong, Harry?" I say softly. He shook his hand and stared at his hands. I waited until he spoke up.

"Lots of things, to be honest. I should have been there sooner. You would still have your dignity and virginity if I was just a little faster." Harry said sadly. My heart literally dropped. It was hard to see such a tough guy like Harry turn soft and sad. I scoot closer to him, not exactly touching yet.

"And, well, I'm just surprised you aren't running away screaming for your life right now. I had sex with Bianca last night, making you leave and find a note saying that pedo was coming for you, I beat the shit out of that guy and most likely killed him, not to mention I broke Liam's face only about an hour before I got to your place. I just keep hurting people." Harry sighed. I grow the courage to grab Harry's rather large hand with my smaller ones.

I felt bad, I really did. Harry was a soft guy trapped inside a bad asses body. He wanted out and it was like I was the only key for his release. Around anyone else, he was just a softy begging to be set free. Or he is just lying to make me feel sorrow for him.

"You haven't hurt me." Harry locked his eyes with mine. His forest green eyes melted with mine.

"Not yet. Somehow I'm going to snap at you and make you leave. Don't lie to me and say you'd never, because we both know that isn't true."

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