Two train rides in one horrible, miserable day. I get to the station in London and pray and hope I can stay with the boys for the night, if not I guess I'm homeless.

I arrive at the familiar front door and I know on the other side is four brothers who love and always support each other more than a real book family does. I continuously ring on the doorbell repeatedly I don't think my brain is signally my finger to stop.

What has just occurred is beyond my comprehension, my father laid a hand on me. I don't care if it was heat of the moment and he regrets it the second he did it.

Moments later someone, my someone answers the door, I have a hoodie and sunglasses on so he won't notice. "What are you doing here" he asks annoyed, I know this is a mistake to come here, but I have nothing, no one else. "Can I please come in" I plea. He shuts his eyes. "Hayley" and opens them. "Please" I beg again, the door is locked with the chain on the lock so he can't fully see me. He remains silent, I am beyond desperate here and now so I try the truth.
"Please Harry , I finally know the feeling you've had when your own father, your own flesh and blood has laid a hand on you." He looks up at me, and I take off my sunglasses that behind unveils a shade of red on my cheek.

He doesn't respond and begins closing the door, "Harry" I trap the door with my foot. "Please I'm begging, I was there when you needed an escape, a new life, a roof over your head and your just going to leave me out on the street,"
"Hayley, move!" Is he being serious, I was the one there for him, I know me not trusting him was bad, but this is worse leaving me stranded.
"I, I" I start to sob, not being able to form a sentence.

"Hayley move" He repeats. "Move your foot so I can open the door you knuckle head." He smirks and I feel slightly embarrassed. I move my foot and now we are standing opposite each other. I then start to breathe heavily and cry I fall into his arms as I trip over the doorstep like the cuts that I am, he caches me and I sob harder in his arms where he holds me the floor.

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"feeling any better?" Harry ask me as we lay on his bed, in his bedroom he has at the boys house. He rubs my arm and he lays and my head rest on his chest, resting on his front.
I remain silent and don't know what to say or do I am just happy that he is here protecting me.

His chin rests on top of my head, he then sits up a bit and starts rubbing my shoulders with his big delicate soft hands. I let his hands roam my body, he takes off my top and only leaving game in my bra. Now drawing patterns on my back with his fingertips and feel somewhat of pain release.

"is this my karma Harry?" my whisper makes him stop motions of his massage. "For not trusting, or doubting you." I speak honestly. My lips start to tremble.
"Haly's" he speaks with my bare back still facing him. He turns my head and looks in my eyes, his eyes that still makes everything all the pain in the world disappear with one glance. "I have no one."

He pecks my lips "Of course not Hayl's, you will always have me, no matter what" he returns my crooked neck to it's ooriginal position facing the wall and starts massaging me again. I sniffle and he starts kissing my bare back, he plants kisses to my upper neck, making his way slowly down. I shut my eyes and all my pain washes away. "I can make you forget." He whispers in my hair and kisses my upper neck again and keeps trailing down again.

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