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I Will Protect You

Admitting

*Harry's POV*

"You have a nice home" the beautiful girl behind me said as I led her in. "My apartment..but not my home." I corrected.

She looked at me with curiosity but you could tell she decided not to interrogate. She gripped the edges of her tight, revealing dress and struggled to pull it down.

"I'll get you something to sleep in, you can come with me, look around, or wait here." I smiled deciding she would be way more comfortable.

I turned and walked towards the stairs for my room. I heard clicking of heels behind me knowing she was following me.

As I walked more up the stairs the clicking stopped. I turned around to see her now carrying her ridiculously tall heels. She doesn't seem like the type to dress like this. But then again Adrian. And here she is at my place so who knows?

But she is already hooked up into the gang life. She's use to it. But I won't control her and treat her like a damn dog. And I know she must be forced to dress like a slut.

She seems so lost though. But after I get her to open up I bet she's the most wonderful girl ever. I know she is.

When I walked in my room she stayed by the entrance and door frame while looking down. I sighed wishing she wasn't so damaged.

I pulled at my drawer and got out a pair of sweatpants that will probably swallow her and then a shirt that will probably do the same. "Here you go. You can use my bathroom which is right over there." I pointed to the door in my room.

"Okay, thanks." she smiled shyly. Right when she walked to the door and almost shut it, I added, "Oh and Annabelle?" Her head popped from around the corner with a "Hm?" "Washcloths are in the cabinet under the sink." I smirked moving my finger around my face to indicate her makeup.

"Oh...thanks." she said while touching her face as she walked back in the bathroom. I sat on the bed scrolling through my phone as I waited for her.

She came out about 5 minutes later with her dress, heels, and purse in hand. Then I looked up at her face with her makeup completely gone.

What I saw made me furious. She was beautiful...and so bruised. I threw my phone on my bed as I got up and rushed to her side and put my hands around her face.

Tears formed in her eyes. "I'm okay." she whispered not meeting my eyes. "No look at me." I demanded. Her eyes fluttered up to meet my gaze.

"You're not okay. I need you to realize you aren't." I said searching her eyes for any kind of agreement. But I didn't discover any but more tears.

I quickly embraced her in my arms and squeezed her. Stupid mistake..she winced.

"Lift up your shirt." I told her as I stopped hugging her. "No." she whimpered while crying more. "I'm not gonna do anything so lift up your shirt." I said annoyed.

She took a step back. But I followed quickly and raised her shirt up to where her bra was so she didn't feel anymore exposed her embarrassment.

More bruises everywhere...even on her back. "Damnit!" I yelled searching for my phone. She jumped as I walked back to my bed to pick up my phone.

I dialed the number and within 4 rings it was answered.
"Louis we have to do something tomorrow."
"What?"
"Were going to fucking beat Adrian shitless again if not kill him. And get Annas stuff from their place."
"Okay man. You must like her. And she's in pretty bad shape?" he asked.
"Horrible Louis." I said eyeing her up and down from across the room.
"Alright I'll be there tomorrow at 12."
"Thanks." I added then hung up.

"Harry you cannot do this." Anna said. Wow I'm already calling her Anna instead of Annabelle. Or should I call her Belle? Maybe Bella? Maybe all of them I don't know.

"I can do whatever I want." I growled. "I appreciate you trying to help me or whatever but it's not your place." she said nervously.

"Not my place?" I chuckled. "Not my place?" I repeated with more anger. "Can't you tell I fucking like you? And actually care about you and want to know you more?! And you cannot tell me you don't feel the same. If you didn't you wouldn't be in a strangers house because you are a victim of abuse and rape." I yelled getting furious.

"You're not a stranger but you're right." she said after a couple seconds of staring at me with utter shuck.

After a minute or so I then said, "Sorry for yelling." "It's okay." she smiled. "Are you hungry? I can order something or make anything?" I offered. "Sure." she accepted.

"Like chinese?" I asked. "Love it." she grinned.

*Annabelle's POV*

He grabbed his phone then began to order. I have to admit I am attracted to him. I watched him as he ordered the way his curls flopped over his face as he looked down. The way his shirt clung to him. Everything about him in that moment.

"Do you want me to wash that for you?" he asked after he got off the phone. "No you can burn it for all I care." I laughed. "We could do that as we wait for the chinese." he laughed.