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Zalia. . . The girl who never spoke. Never been a part of society, was home schooled and is now enrolled at university.
What can Harry do to change that? Does Zalia even want to know the boy?


5. Not Everyone Is Nice

'Do you wanna come into the room?'

"Is your roommate is there?"

'Probably but he is so drunk he is probably unconscious to the entire outside world.'

"Sure, why not?"

Jacob followed me into the room, giving Harry a dirty look almost as soon as he walked through the door. A huge snore escaped Harry's lips and I rolled my eyes. I turned back to look at Jacob but he was right in front of me, mere centimeters from my now racing chest. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me tight into him, pushing his lips against mine.

My arms were pinned to my side and I was much too weak to be able to get out of his hold. I used my knee though, bringing it up and into his crotch.

"Bitch," he muttered as he let go to cluch at his wounded area.

I took my chance and ran towards Harry, hoping maybe he would wake up and maybe he wouldn't be too intoxicated and be able to help me.

"Oh no you don't, " Jacob said, grabbing my leg and sending my face first to the ground, hitting my head on the bed frame and the floor.

I was barely conscious but saw Jacob's face appear over mine. He ripped open my shirt and I tried to scream but the sound wouldn't come out. I felt the pounding in my head as the pain from the fall sunk in. Jacob was touching me all over and there was notging I could do, but as he undid his pants I knew, I had to keep trying. I couldn't just let this happen. Although my legs and arms were numb and Jacob had me pinned to the floor I knew that speaking was my only hope.

"HARRY!" I yelled. The sound of my voice and how loud it had come out startled me but startled Jacob more.

For a split second he froze but by the look of his eyes, I had angered him. His hand went straight over my mouth and with the other he removed my pants.

Before he was able to go any further though he rose off me. I saw Harry lifting Jacob by the collar of his shirt. He placed him on his feet then swung hard at his face. Jacob feel to his knees clutching his face. That wasn't it though. Harry kicked him in the stomach and once more in the back when he scrunched up into fetal position. Jacob lay on the floor as Harry grabbed his phone out of his pocket.

I had already stood and put my shorts back on and pulled my shirt shut as it was unfixable.

"Hello, send over the police please. A man just tried to rape a lady," Harry paused his talking, his face saying that he was listening carefully. He gave the person the address before hanging up and turning to face me. "I'll wait in the corridor with him, get dressed. Quickly," he ordered.

True to his words, Harry dragged Jacob to his feet and pulled him out the door. I ran to the wardrobe instantly and grabbed the most concealing clothes I could find. I went with a pair of jeans with a long shirt under one of Harry's shirts which was baggy on me and a big jacket. I put my phone in the pocket of my jeans and walked out as I was zipping up my jacket.

"Come on. We'll wait outside for the cops," Harry dragged Jacob down the hall.

Outside it only took a few minutes for the cops to arrive but Jacob suffered through four more kicks to the back and one to the gut on that time.

Harry explained the situation to the cops and they arrested Jacob. Harry walked up to me, his face full of concern.  He put his arms out to hug me but I pulled away.

"Zalia. It's okay. I promise I'm not going to hurt you," he said, his voice so calm.

I fell to the floor in tears. my hair fell around my face and I heard a gasp that wasn't Harry. I wrapped my arms around my legs as I pulled them to my chest, laying my head on my knees as I cried.

"Do you have a car?" I heard Harry ask from a distance, I didn't hear a response but then he spoke again. "Please drive me and her to the hospital. I can give you money?"

I heard footsteps come closer and then I saw Harry's converse.

"Z. Zalia. You need to trust me. This is important. I need to get you to the hospital and you need to cooperate-" his voice continued but the words faded out until I could hear nothing but a high pitched ring. I looked up to see his face blur and then it all went black.

Harry's POV

"Are you listening to me Zalia?" I asked. She looked up at me and her head swayed before in a split second I saw her eyes glaze over and she fell back onto the grass.

"I got the keys bro! Bring her over here!"

A guy from the building agreed to drive me to the hospital with Zalia. I scooped her up in my arms and walked quickly and got into the car, buckling her in an upright position. The guy driving was a pussy and only went as fast as the speed limit allowed but we finally got there and I handed him twenty bucks.

"Keep it. Just text me later and I'll drive you both back," the guy said, rejecting the money and handing me a piece of paper with his number on it.

I walked as quickly as possible with Zalia in my arms into the emergency room and for the first time ever, they saw her right away.

Zalia's POV

I opened my eyes to see white. The roof was white, the wall in front of me was white. I sat up and the blankets I was under were white. I looked around and I was in the hospital. There was a painful sensation in my head that felt only half there as if it was being blocked. There was no one else in the room and honestly I began getting scared. I pulled back the cover to see thankfully that I was wearing my clothes and not one of the horrible hospital gowns.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and I wasn't wearing shoes. I squeezed my eyes shut as I placed my feet onto the freezing hospital floor. I don't remember coming in here. I felt my pockets and my phone was gone. I looked around the small, cramped room. Sitting on the table beside the bed was my phone. I grabbed it and called Harry in a rush.

The ringing begun but then so did a phone in the room. I followed the sound and wedged in the cushions of a chair at the end if the room, I found Harry's phone.

I grabbed it and then left the room. My main problem with hospitals, other than the fact that they are full of sick and dying people, is that they are impossible to know your way around and considering I didn't come in here myself I had no idea where I was going.

I walked down the corridor hoping I was going the right way. I hadn't seen any nurses or such yet but I was following the signs on the wall that said exit to find the front desk.  I discovered that I was on the third floor and had to take the elevator down to the ground floor. A man got into the elevator at the same time.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pointing to his head.

I nodded my head and moved away from him into the back corner. He gave me a weird look but hit the ground floor button which I was thankful of. The elevator stopped after what felt like hours rather than minutes. The man walked out but I waited a few seconds before I too walked out. I saw a security guard walk past and he's walky talky went off.

"We've got a missing patient. Around five foot four. Blonde hair. Bandage wrapped around her head. She's wearing jeans, a jacket and no shoes," the voice crackled through. 

The security guard noticed me and picked up the walky talky.

"Found her. She's on the first floor," he said. He attached it back and then put his hand out towards me. I flinched back against the wall. "It's okay. I've just got to take you back upstairs," he said. His voice was really deep. 

I shook my head and looked down. I grabbed my phone and typed out quickly before showing him.



'I want Harry. I have his phone.'

"Come upstairs with me and then I will personally try and find him. Deal?" the man asked, walking towards me.

I shook my head again and the it began throbbing. I moved down the wall and he followed me to which I just kept shaking my head then holding my hands out in front of me, hoping he would stop. The throbbing got worse and I fell to my knees clutching my head. A tear rolled down my cheek and into my lap. I felt the man place his hand on my back and I flinched away, sliding across the floor towards the opposite wall.

"Okay. I need a guy named Harry found immediately.  This girl is scared shitless of me going near her," the guy said into his walky talky.

"He's here. I'll send him down," the other person responded.

The security guard walked towards me, stopping around two feet from me. he crouched down till he was eye level with me.

"Harry is on his way," he said, keeping eye contact with me, his voice soft and almost comforting but he was still a guy, a big guy.

He could do anything.  He was probably at least six foot and was built like a tank. He stood back up but kept his eye on me.

"Zalia! Thank goodness!" I heard a british man say. Harry walked towards us and crouched down. "Are you okay? Come on. You need to come back upstairs," he said. I shook my head.

I hate hospitals. When I was very little my great grandmother died and I saw her in the hospital. She was cold and lifeless and I've hated hospitals ever since.

"Come on Z. Just for a little bit. I can get you something for the pain in your head that I know is there and then I can take you home. I promise," he said, his features looking so sincere.

The pain was still there and at the mention of it it began to flare up. I clutched at my head, crying out in pain. Holding it felt worse though and another cry of pain left my lips. I heard Harry curse but then he lifted me up in his arms, bridal style.

Over the pain I barely heard him say something but then I had the sensation of floating. There was a ding and then Harry began moving and calling for help as sobs escaped me and the occasional scream.

I felt something like a needle go into my arm as Harry held it still. It was cold and I yelled in pain. Harry sat on the hospital bed with me on his lap as I yelled and cried in pain. It was excruciating but then it was gone. Harry's hand that was rubbing my back stopped as soon as my crying did. He pulled my face from his shoulder where it had been residing for who knows how long.

"Are you okay? The painkillers must've have taken affect. I'm gonna go and see if I can get something for you now and then take you back to the dorms, okay?" Harry asked.

I didn't want to be on my own so I shook my head. I grabbed my phone quickly .

'Take me with you? I don't wanna be on my own Harry :('

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Dark circles were under his eyes and he looked so tired and stressed.

"Okay," he finally agreed.

He stood me up and I grabbed his hand. He didn't pull away and I lent into him a little, my legs feeling weak.

It took an hour and a half for the doctors to let me leave and when we got outside Harry sat down on a seat and patted the spot next to him. I sat and lent my head against his shoulder.  The pain in my head was only a slight buzz in the background and my eyelids began to feel heavy.

"You spoke," Harry said, but I was already basically asleep.

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