When Harry saved Alyssa, he never thought he would be so protective with her. But when everything goes wrong, will he be able to keep her safe? Or will he lose her forever?

(Dark Harry)


3. Chapter 2

I gasped and sat up. I looked around me. It wasn't the room from my dream, thank god. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a black shirt which was clearly too large for me. On the bed, there were at least 4 blankets. I Grabbed my head, my elbows on my knees, and tried to figure out how I got there.

- Something's wrong, love? I heard.

 I lifted my head quickly to see a guy standing at the edge of the bed. He was weraing tight black jeans and a black shirt. It was dark in the room, so I couldn't see much, but I noticed he had some tattoos. His hair were a curly mess, but I couldn't say which color it was.

- Nightmare, I guess? he said.

 I nodded. He got closer and put a plate on the bed, next to me, then sat on a chair not so far away.

- I thought you might like to eat something hot.

 He shrugged. I turned on a little lamp next to the bed to see a soup and some cookies on the plate. I looked up at him.

- Who are you? I asked, trying to understand why he was so sweet with me.

- If I tell you my name, you'll run away.

-But if you don't tell me, I won't stay either.

He looked at me and sighed before looking at the floor.

- My name's Harry. Styles.

My eyes opened wide and I looked at him.

- You mean the guy..

- Who scares everyone? the guys everyone think is a murderer? Yes, it's me.

I looked at the soup, then back at you.

- But.. you saved me.. right? It was you that entered into the..

- Yes, he cut me. Let's talk about something else, okay? Eat that and I'll prepare you a hot bath okay? He whispered.

 I nodded and grabbed the spoon. He got out of the bedroom. I took two sips of soup, then let go. I couldn't eat anything. I felt like I was going to throw up every time I took a sip. I got up and remembered the pain in my leg as soon as it touched the floor. I slowly walked to the sound of water I was hearing. When I arrived at the door, he turned around.

- You should have called me, I'd have carry you, he said.

- It's okay.

 I sat on the counter and looked at him.

- Why are you acting like this?

- Like what?

- Like I was.. I don't know, really important.

 He shrugged and looked down at the water. He stopped the faucet and looked at the drops dalling into the water.

- I know how you feel after that. You feel like crap. I don't want you to feel that way.

I looked down. He got up and looked at me.

- Want me to stay or you'll be alright?

- I'll be alright. If something's wrong I'll call you.

 He nodded and got out of the room.

- Hey! I suddenly yelled.

His face appeared in the door frame.

- The name's Alyssa.

 He smiled and leaved, closing the door behind him.

 I stayed into the water maybe 30 minutes, enjoying the hotness that was coming out from it. I closed my eyes, laying my hea on the edge of the bath.

 I heard something scratching on the small window. I opened my eyes and got up. I spread my leg over the bath, but I've had forgot about the hurt. I put all my weight on my leg, then lost balance when it hurted.

- Harry! I screamed, panicked.

 Too late. I tried to hold myself on the counter, but I was too far. My hand only grabbed the mirror on the counter and it fell on the floor next to me, cutting my arm when it exploded in small pieces. I started crying. Harry entered in a hurry and ran over to me.

- What happened? Are you okay?

- I'm so sorry, I didn't want to make a mess like that..

- It's alright.

 He wrapped his arms aroundme and carried me out of the bathroom, grabbing a towel. He sat me on the counter in the kitchen and wrapped the towel around my body.

- I heard something and I panicked.. I'm so sorry..

- Don't be sorry, Darling, it's okay. Don't cry. Does it hurt? he asked, gently grabbing my arm and pulling a wet cloth onto the cut.

I shook my head and looked down. He cleaned the blood on my arm, which presented a really small cut, after all. I looked at him, being so careful and concentrated. I looked down at my body. A little chuckle got out of my mouth. He looked up at me.

- What?

- Nothing.

He stare at me, raising an eyebrow.

- I was thinking that.. it's the second time you see me naked in what? 4 hours? I quietly joked.

He smiled, although he not seemed sure if he should or not.

- I never showed my body even to my boyfriends.. I kinda shyly laughed.

He softly laughed, looking back at my arm.

- I'm not sure the first time was for the good reasons thought, he said.

- Probably not, I whispered.

I looked at my feet. I felt his eyes on me, then he pulled away from my arm.

- There you go.

I looked at the cut. it wasnt bleeding anymore.

- I'll clean up the bathroom. I don't think you'll sleep again, will you?

I shook my head.

- You can sit on the couch, I'll join you when I'm done.

He walked to the bathroom and I followed him, hobbling.

- Maybe I can help you? It's my fault after all.

He looked at me and shook his head.

- Nah don't worry. Oh, by the way, I got you some clothes you might fit in. They're on the bed.

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