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Harry's POV

Whoever that girl was, she was in a hurry. She barely gave me a look before walking off, but I guess that's better. If she saw me, I'd be running from fans and paps. Though I wish I got to speak more to her. I feel bad for running into her.

I start walking to the counter, but almost slip in the progress. What the- I bend down and pick up a brown leather bound book with a string. I flip open the book and see nothing on the first page. I quickly flip through pages filled with black, blue, and red ink. Some has doodles, some don't. I go back to the first page and flip to the back of it. Property of: Dakota Campbell. Well, at least I got her name.

On the next page, in black inked cursive says Dear Diary. I quickly shut the book and shove it in my pocket. Um, okay. So she forgot her journal. And it's all me fault. She's probably freaking out since it's not with her. I remember when my sister, Gemma, freaked out over losing hers. Trust me, woman are scary when they lose something precious.

Maybe she'll come back here tomorrow. I'll give it to her then. I head to the counter to get some coffee and walk back out. I just came to get some air, but now that my shirt's ruined I might as well head back. The hotel is about three blocks from where I am.

Quickly and quietly, trying to keep from arising suspicion, I speed walk back and ride the elevator up. The doors open and I walk to mine and Niall's room. Just like ten minutes ago, they're sitting around talking without noticing me. I set down my drink and strip off my shirt.

"Whoa, Harry," Louis says as I reach to grab a shirt. "What happened?"

I throw on a new shirt and say, "Ran into a girl at a coffee shop. She spilled her drink and ran out."

"She didn't freak out?" Niall asks.

"Didn't have time," I say and throw my old shirt into the dirty clothes. "She seemed busy."

Louis walks up to me and grabs the book hanging from my jacket. Can't leave anything alone for five seconds, can he? "What's this?" He asks and flips through the pages.

I snatch it back from him, "It's the girl's diary. I accidentally knocked it out of her bag and forgot to give it to her. I was thinking of giving it to her tomorrow."

"Yeah right," He scoffs and grabs the book. "She 'dropped' it? You're telling me Harry Styles isn't trying to get the girl by playing the helper?"

"Lou-" He hushes me as he opens the book. "I'm serious. Don't read it."

"Oh yeah?" He opens it to a random page and starts reading. I swear, that guy has no respect for stuff and he needs to stop. No one likes it when someone else goes through their personal lives. "Let's see. Dear Diary, I wish it would all stop. The bleeding and bruising. It's like no one feels for me. I hardly feel for myself. I'm going numb."

His voice fades as he reads on. Soon enough, he stops talking and looks up at me with seriousness in his eyes. This must be really bad if Louis's serious. He swallows and hands the book to me.

"What's wrong?" Zayn asks.

I look down at the page. My eyes scan over the ink and automatically look at the words: blood, numb, beating, rape, pain, and savior. Oh God, what did I just get myself into?

Dear Diary,
I wish it would all stop. The bleeding and bruising. It's like no one feels for me. I hardly feel for myself. I'm going numb from the beatings. My boss rapes me when I don't do something right. His daughter doesn't even know about the pain I've had. She just adds to it. She hurts me with her words like everyone else. Though, there are others who choose just to beat me. All I wish is for a savior. That all I ask for.
-Dakota

My eyes find the others behind me. What has this girl gone though and why do they do this? Maybe I can be that savior. She deserves one. Everyone deserves a savior. Hell, no one should need one. But this one does.

Louis's right. Maybe I am trying to get the girl.

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