He is my Dream!


3. Gentlemen.

"Paris?" A familiar voice calls, me snapping my head towards the voice. "Harry." i coughed, lunging myself at him.He held me tight in his arms while i was crying. "Paris..what happened? Why are you bleeding?" He cried, tears falling from his eyes now.

"He..he hurt me. H-he was angry. He J-just wouldn't s-stop!" I sobbed in his arms. He bent down next to me and picked me up like a baby and he carried me to the front seat of his car. "I'm sorry." I whispered, curling up in the seat.

"Why are you sorry? I should have made you come with me. Why did you lie to me? he asked. "Well it was obvious that you just felt sorry for me, I didn't want to bother you." i said to him.

"You honestly felt that way?" "Yes I did." i said while he grabbed my hand. "I really care about you Paris!" He said to me with a strong voice.

"That's the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me." I told him. "I try." He winks, causing me to giggle.

We drove through the quiet night, until we arrived at a small building, which contained his flat. He stopped the car and ran to my door and opened it for me and lifted me out and into his flat. What a Gentlemen! 

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