(Harry P.O.V)

If Tasman didn’t stop me I would have killed that sick bastard. I am thankful that Mrs Pott told me Tasman was walking home because if she didn’t that filthy dog would have done some horrible stuff to her.

I am also annoyed at myself for not asking how she would be getting home because I was being my arrogant self and it was my fault that she almost got rapped. She looks awful yet so peaceful at the moment, sleeping inside my car with her head against the car window and the blood on her forehead has now stopped bleeding. Her tears no longer running down from her chocolate brown eyes but the stain of the dry tears can clearly be seen on her cheeks. Her cheeks are flushed red from the crying and her clothes are all dirty with blood stains.

I can’t take her home like this and plus I don’t exactly know where she lives, so I decided to take her to my house. How can this world be so cruel with horrible people, how can men be so cruel towards woman, yes I am not nice to Tasman or anyone in fact but I will never ever in my life have the power to lay my fingers on a girl…ever.

**Arrived home (Harry’s house) **

I got out of the car and walk around to the other side. I don’t want to wake her up, so I carried her inside and Mrs Pott look so worried once she laid eyes on Tasman in my arms.

“Oh my…what happened dear?” she asked really worried of this situation, at the moment Mrs Pott is the closest person I have in my life apart from my mum. She knows me since I was born, she is not British but she moved there to England to be a maid which my mum end up hiring her during her pregnancy with me. She’s been working in our house ever since and she even moved back to the US with us. She is practically our family and she has witnessed all the high and lows of our life which mostly consist on bad memories.

“You have to get her clean Harry,” she told me, “do you want me to put her in one of the guess rooms?” she asks in a sweet concern tone.

“No, she will be sleeping in my room tonight Mrs Pott but thank you and could you please bring the dinners upstairs once you finish cooking, I think I am going to eat in my room tonight,” I replied politely still holding Tasman in my arms, Mrs Pott nodded and disappear into the kitchen.

I walk up the stairs to my room and place Tasman on my queens’ bed, trying my hardest not to wake her up. I bring a bowl of warm water and a clean cloth to my night stand to clean Tasman’s wound.

It wasn't too deep, thank god but it was quite a big cut and every time the wet cloth touches her face she would wince from the pain but didn’t wake up. I now only realized that there’s a huge hand print mark on her left cheeks which I didn’t see before and anger starts to boil through my system all over again.

“Stupid Harry, this is all YOUR FAULT,” I yelled forgetting that Tasman was a sleep and smashed my fist on the wall creating a huge hole. I didn't realized I woke Tasman up until I heard her frighten voice from my bed.

“Harry…what is going on…this wasn't all a dream?” she asks with a whisper voice but already know the answers to her question, which made me turned to face her and once again her big brown eyes are filled with tears.

(Tasman P.O.V)

I jolted from the sound of someone yelling ‘stupid harry, this is all your fault,’ and a huge noise smashing noise was made. At first I was scared to death but then I realize it was Harry blaming himself about something?

Wait! Why am I in Harry’s room again? Oh My God…this was not just a horrible dream? This was all real….

“Harry…what is going on…this wasn't all a dream?” I ask already knowing the answer and once again tears welled up from my now swollen eyes, I have never ever cried this much in my life because I never have the reason to.

“It’s o.k. love, you are safe now o.k.” he replied softly as he walks towards me, “I am so sorry Tass, this is all my fault,” He apologized, he has never call me ‘Tass’ before and once again he calls me ‘Love’ this is a whole new side of Harry that I actually like.

His fault? What? He didn't do anything and plus he was the one who safe me, I should be thanking him and he shouldn't be apologizing for saving someone’s life.

“This wasn’t your fault...Harry and…thank you for…saving my life,” I said through my sobs, he kneeled in front of me and cupped my face wiping away my tears, “let’s get you clean up alright and then you can call your parent to let them know that you are staying over one of your friends house for tonight,” he explained.

O.k. Now I am staying over the night? Alright then, well I don’t want my parents to see me like this I guess because I don’t want to freak them out.

Harry started to clean my wounded forehead which stings like hell and he was being so gentle, as if I would break if he adds just a little bit more pressure to my cut. He was so focus on getting my wound clean up and it was fascinating watching him so concentrated to one thing. After my wound was clean he told me to take a shower because my clothes are stained with blood.

“I um…don’t…really have any…spare clothes you know…” I said shyly which makes my cheeks turn to the slightest pink and it a true statement, I mean what am I supposed to wear? Just a towel?

He chuckled at my statement, “you can wear my clothes for tonight,” he said smiling widely.

Wow he is actually smiling…I mean …an actual genuine one….

“Wait! Then what are….you going to wear?” I ask curiously, I mean if I am wearing his sleeping clothes, what is he going to wear? He started bursting out laughing and it was such a beautiful sound which makes you want to laugh along with him.

I hope I would see this sweet caring cute Harry more often in the near future.

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