"Harry, let it go." I say crying while I watched him punch a guy in the face. Just minutes before the same guy who picked at Harry tried to make a move on me and slapped my bum. Harry didnt quite agree with his actions. Harry's arm flew across the boy's face while he pinned him to the ground.
"Harry stop! Please!" I cried louder then grabbed his arm. He pulled away from my grasp, scaring more than I already was so I ran. I ran out the front doors to the club and sat on a bench opposite of the building where Harry was pumbeling a guy to death probably. I sobbed shaking then saw Zayn walking across the street to me. Katherine walked with him, her hand in his. Zayn sat down beside me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Let's get you home." He said and I nodded my head yes still crying as he lead me to his car.

I sat in the backseat with Katherine and she held me while I cried. She was so kind and motherly to me, something I hadnt had in over a year. She hummed a fimilar lulliby to me trying to stop my tears an eventually I ligtened up. We got home and Zayn suggested that I go ahead and shower. I nodded my head without speaking then turned back around to them and whispered out a thank you before going to shower. I stepped in feeling my body still shake as the cool water hit my body. When I was frightened or upset about something cool water helps me a lot. I eventually let the water warm up when I was more settled then herd my name being called. I stayed quiet holding in the tears from being so frightened. My mind replayed the scene in bits every time he said my name. Flash- blood fell from the boy's cheek. Another flash- Harry pulled his arm from me. And now.... now I'm here in a shower crying but no one would know because the water hid it.I sat on the floor of the shower holding my arms to my chest. I reached up and turned the water off then wiped my eyes before opening the door as I still sat on the wet ground. I grabbed the folded towel right there infront of the shower and wrapped it around me holding the towel close to my body trying to warm up from the cold air that hit me when I opened the shower door.

"Scarlet!" He yelled from the other side of the door and I sniffled staying quiet. "Scarlet, I'm sorry! I stopped! I promise you I stopped the second you walked away!" I felt my tears come hard again as I sat on the floor. "I'm sorry, I didnt mean to scare you. Scar, please." I coughed then wiped the tears that continued to fall like a flood from my eyes so wiping them away was really useless. I stood up and walked to the door before calling Zayn. Harry became upset that I called him and hit the door which made me jump back.
"Damn it Scarlet, I'm sorry! I odnt know what else to say!"
I yelled for Zayn once more then herd his footsteps. Zayn spoke sternly to Harry trying to get him to walk away long enough to give me space and time. He said I would eventually come out for clothes and when I did, dont bother me. Leave me alone and domt say as much as one word until I was ready to talk to him. I was happy he said that because that was exactly what I wanted Harry to do. I just didnt really want to talk to him any time soon and I know he expects me to forgive him soon so things can go back to normal... that's just the thing. I dont know if things ever will be normal again, nor do I knw that it ever was. Dating your kidnapper? Who in their right mind would concider that anywhere near normal?! It was weird and wrong to begin with. He's just making it easier for me to stay here and not try to run. All he is doing is making me trust him like he did in the begenning only this time he isnt doing it to make it easier to take me but he's making easier to do what Simon asked of him. He's making it easier to get me alone and get rid of me. I was stupid to ever trust him.

I sat in that bathroom long rnough to fall asleep naked on the cotton rug beneath me. When waking up it was dark in every other room of the house. I held the towel to me as I tip-towed into Harry's room and grabbed my bag of clothes then walked back out and locked myself in the bathroom. I sat down after getting dressed and layed just thinking about all the crap I've gotten into in only one week. One week and my world has been completely flipped upside down. I sighed looking at the tile floor before once again closing my eyes to sleep longer.

My dreams drifted to the day of my mother's funeral. Her body in the closed wooden thing. The very word for what she layed in gave me the cold chills. Her hand felt as if it were in mine while I sat listening to a preacher my mother was once friends with. My eyes looked from my hand then back up to the preacher. I blocked out all the noise around me and prayed tomyself feeling her presense be so obvious but the idea of her with us still was crazy to me. The scene of her funeral blurred into the day in the cemetary but I did walk the path alone when leaving my grandfather. She was at my side holding my hand.

"You see that boy?" She asked me.
I nodded my head yes without speaking.
"I know him."
I looked harder at the curly haired boy then looked to her once more.
" He knows the man that killed me. "
My eyes grew wide.
" But he is not the reason I am dead and he is the reason that you will not be. You need to trust him, Scar. He isnt the bad guy, he's the boy you love."
"I-" I choked out a vowel before she spoke again.
" He is desperate to protect you and keep you safe. He is scared of him own self and needs someone to help him not be so afraid. Dont be afraid of him because he wants to protect you, love him because he wants to protect you."
"Mum."
"I love you sweetheart, listen to me. Do as I said and you will be safe."
I nodded my head as I tried to bring more sound from my mouth but for some reason couldnt. My mum hugged me as Harry approached us from the grave he was once at.
"Love him, Scarlet, he loves you."
"I do, mum. I will." I was finally able to talk again and smiled huggin my mother before taking Harry's hand in mine. He smiled at me and my mum was gone. I suddenly was awake then sat up looking aroun the bathroom to see where I was. I stood up and cracked the door open seeing a plate of food at the doorstep. I looked at the food, thankfully Louis was not the cook of the morning. I sat on the ground outside the bathroom looking out a window with a fork of eggs in my hand. I ate the scrambled eggs and baccon then saw a glass of orange juice be placed at my side. I looked up to the person who was giving it to me. Harry smiled down with guilt in his face and I nodded my head thanking him. He began walking away then my mother's words took control of my next action.

"Wait." I stopped him and he turned around. "Would you sit with me?" I asked and he nodded his head sitting down. I took a drink of the juice then sat the glass down. I felt my eyes want to cry looking at him once more then looked away wiping my tears but was stopped by a larger hand wiping my tears away. I looked at him and saw his face was just as sad as mine. I brought my hand to gently touch his face before wiping his only tear left. I looked down and couldnt help it. I cried with everything going through my mind, I knew I loved him. My mother even told me to but how could I love such a violent person.

"You know I'm nt as violent as you saw me." He spoke quietly and kindly to me.
I nodded my head and he continued.
" I just... I didnt want him to hurt you. That guy, the one who hurts people... that isnt the real me, Scarlet."
I looked at him then rested my head on his shoulder before saying, "I know."
"I don want to be that way... I shouldnt be that way. I use o not be before I was pulled ino this. Without any friends or family around for months... I became bitter and angry then was forced to hurt people and I didnt want to. I only fight when I have something or someone to fight for."
I listened as he was taken back to a memory.
"I didnt have to be here you know... Simon... he came after my family and I wanted to protect them. He tried to hurt them all and I... I just went nuts. He took me instead of hurting them and ever since I've been really protective over the people I care about. I 'm sorry that I scard you... I'm a scary person. I just cant help it that I-"
"You arent a scary person, Harry." I said cuttin him off from his thoughts, "you're a wonderful person. You are so concerned for the people you care about that you are willing to do anything to protect them. I'm not scared of you Harry. I love how you are so kind at heart. I love how you make me laugh when I'm in the worst of situations. I love how you make me feel safe. The kind of safety that guards could never do for me. You're not scary. You're just... you and you know what? I happen to like the real you, the nice, comforting you. I like you more than I probably should, Harry."
I brought my lips to his and kissed him before pulling away and he hugged me tight. I giggled at his happyness to have me in his arms again then was interrupted by him pulling something from his pocket.
"Scarlet, I can take you back home. If you want to go, I'll take you."
"I- no. I can't." I stumbled with my words from shock.
"Look, I want you to be happy." He said looking into my eyes.
"I am happy, Harry. I'm happy as long as I'm with you."
He kissed my forehead then looked me straight in the eyes.
"Scarlet, he needs to be stopped and your dad is the ony man who can stop him."
"What do you mean my dad?"
"He's the leader of a group of people who scatter across the globe finding the worst criminals they can and putting a stop to the evil they do. If Simon is stopped then we are free and you and I can be together without risking eachother's lives. I need you safe and with me, Scarlet."
"I need you too Harry but how are we going to do this?"
"I dont know but we first have to find a way to hide you."
"Hide me?" I asked scared and confused.
Harry nodded his head with a scared look, "yes. He's coming today and expects you dead. I cant let him know you're alive."
"Whe- where do I go?"
"Home."
"No!" I refused, "I'm not leaving you here! He'll find out and kill you!"
"I don care. As long as you're safe that's all that matters."
"Harry-"
"Listen to me."
I looked at him and stood up taking my plate downstairs before mumbeling a "fine" in his direction.

I was scared but in no way was I leaving for good. I had to make sure Harry was okay, no matter the risk I put myself in.