How can you love me?
Who's Doc?
Harry’s POV
The rest of the day passed in a blur of food and laughing. I explained to her how I went on the X- Factor and created One Direction with my four best mates Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Liam. I played a few songs for her and we stood up and danced to them. She told me all about how her dream when she turned 18 was to move to London from the States and open a little boutique.
My midnight, we’re both yawning and stretching out on the couch. It’s a big wrap around couch and doesn’t require touching which is good because it looks like it hurts when someone touches her.
“I think it’s time to head to bed, Ana,” I yawn. She stiffens and draws her knees up. That has become her identifier position. If she does that, it has to do with Kyle. “I have a guest bedroom that you can sleep in,” I quickly say, trying to make her more comfortable.
“Okay…” I hear uncertainty in her voice.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. I’m really concerned about what’s wrong. She doesn’t like to be touched, but maybe she’s scared of sleeping alone.
“Nothing. Thank you so much for the bed,” she lies. Ana isn’t a very good liar. She can’t keep eye contact with me and her face turn a bit red.
“You can tell me whatever you need to. Please don’t lie,” I plead with her. I don’t know why, but I will do anything to make this girl feel safe again.
“I’m terrified of sleeping alone now,” She says shyly. My face softens as I realize how horrible it must have been to be alone or tortured.
“You can come sleep with me if you like,” I offer cautiously. Her face gets an expression that I can’t quite read.
“Okay but you have to promise me something.”
“Anything.” I say that without even thinking and I haven’t known this girl 24 hours.
“After today, you’ll stop treading on egg shells and I’ll grow a pair.” What she says shocks me. I laugh and keep laughing until tears are streaming down my face and I can’t breathe. Ana starts laughing with me and we’re both laughing like retarded seals.
“Deal.” I offer my hand for her to shake. She puts her small hand in mine and shakes it.
“Deal.” Without letting go of her hand, I lead her to my bedroom. I take off my shirt and slide in a pair of sweats while she is turned around. I lay down in the bed and she lays down next to me. I lay awkwardly. When I have girls in my bed, I’m used to cuddling, but I don’t want to frighten Ana. I don’t have much time to contemplate what to do when she lays her arm on my chest and snuggles into my side. I smile with my face in her hair as I drape my arm around her and pull her in close. This is more like it.
I sleep better than I have in a long time. I wake to a thin layer of sunlight filtering through the window. I check the clock. It’s only 7 AM! I never wake up early. I look at the sleeping body next to me. Ana’s hair is pooled around her face, cascading into waterfalls below her chin. We are tangled together and she has the look of utmost peace on her face. Oh crap. I got to go to the loo.
I carefully unwrap myself from her, trying to wake her up. I stand up while her arm rests on my pillow- a makeshift Harry for her. I tiptoe over to the door that stands open and cross the hallway. I hear a crash from the living room and a familiar voice curse.
“Oh shit!” My best friend and band member, Louis shouts. I rush to where the sound comes from to try and shut him up. I walk into the spacious living room to see he managed to knock over a lamp.
“Shut your trap, Louis!” I whisper yell at him. I don’t want him waking Ana up.
“What’s the matter? You got a lady in your bed?” Louis wiggles his eyebrows as he saunters over to my bedroom.
“No Louis. Don’t go in there,” I warn him. Why did I even waste my breath. I follow him into the room to see Ana up and cowering against the back of the board. Louis is standing there looking like a confused idiot. I rush over to her and put my arms around her.
“It’s okay Love. This is Louis. One of my band members,” I explain. Her breathing is still quick and shallow but the look of complete fear is gone.
“L-Louis?” She asks.
“That’d be me… Are you Ana?” Louis looks from me to her several times.
“So you’re not Doc?”
“Who’s Doc?” Me and Louis ask at the same time. I’m afraid it’s going to be one of the Kyle’s friends that would come down to the basement to use Ana for their own ‘enjoyment,’ as she put it.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of food and laughing. I explained to her how I went on the X- Factor and created One Direction with my four best mates Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Liam. I played a few songs for her and we stood up and danced to them. She told me all about how her dream when she turned 18 was to move to London from the States and open a little boutique.
My midnight, we’re both yawning and stretching out on the couch. It’s a big wrap around couch and doesn’t require touching which is good because it looks like it hurts when someone touches her.
“I think it’s time to head to bed, Ana,” I yawn. She stiffens and draws her knees up. That has become her identifier position. If she does that, it has to do with Kyle. “I have a guest bedroom that you can sleep in,” I quickly say, trying to make her more comfortable.
“Okay…” I hear uncertainty in her voice.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. I’m really concerned about what’s wrong. She doesn’t like to be touched, but maybe she’s scared of sleeping alone.
“Nothing. Thank you so much for the bed,” she lies. Ana isn’t a very good liar. She can’t keep eye contact with me and her face turn a bit red.
“You can tell me whatever you need to. Please don’t lie,” I plead with her. I don’t know why, but I will do anything to make this girl feel safe again.
“I’m terrified of sleeping alone now,” She says shyly. My face softens as I realize how horrible it must have been to be alone or tortured.
“You can come sleep with me if you like,” I offer cautiously. Her face gets an expression that I can’t quite read.
“Okay but you have to promise me something.”
“Anything.” I say that without even thinking and I haven’t known this girl 24 hours.
“After today, you’ll stop treading on egg shells and I’ll grow a pair.” What she says shocks me. I laugh and keep laughing until tears are streaming down my face and I can’t breathe. Ana starts laughing with me and we’re both laughing like retarded seals.
“Deal.” I offer my hand for her to shake. She puts her small hand in mine and shakes it.
“Deal.” Without letting go of her hand, I lead her to my bedroom. I take off my shirt and slide in a pair of sweats while she is turned around. I lay down in the bed and she lays down next to me. I lay awkwardly. When I have girls in my bed, I’m used to cuddling, but I don’t want to frighten Ana. I don’t have much time to contemplate what to do when she lays her arm on my chest and snuggles into my side. I smile with my face in her hair as I drape my arm around her and pull her in close. This is more like it.
I sleep better than I have in a long time. I wake to a thin layer of sunlight filtering through the window. I check the clock. It’s only 7 AM! I never wake up early. I look at the sleeping body next to me. Ana’s hair is pooled around her face, cascading into waterfalls below her chin. We are tangled together and she has the look of utmost peace on her face. Oh crap. I got to go to the loo.
I carefully unwrap myself from her, trying to wake her up. I stand up while her arm rests on my pillow- a makeshift Harry for her. I tiptoe over to the door that stands open and cross the hallway. I hear a crash from the living room and a familiar voice curse.
“Oh shit!” My best friend and band member, Louis shouts. I rush to where the sound comes from to try and shut him up. I walk into the spacious living room to see he managed to knock over a lamp.
“Shut your trap, Louis!” I whisper yell at him. I don’t want him waking Ana up.
“What’s the matter? You got a lady in your bed?” Louis wiggles his eyebrows as he saunters over to my bedroom.
“No Louis. Don’t go in there,” I warn him. Why did I even waste my breath. I follow him into the room to see Ana up and cowering against the back of the board. Louis is standing there looking like a confused idiot. I rush over to her and put my arms around her.
“It’s okay Love. This is Louis. One of my band members,” I explain. Her breathing is still quick and shallow but the look of complete fear is gone.
“L-Louis?” She asks.
“That’d be me… Are you Ana?” Louis looks from me to her several times.
“So you’re not Doc?”
“Who’s Doc?” Me and Louis ask at the same time. I’m afraid it’s going to be one of the Kyle’s friends that would come down to the basement to use Ana for their own ‘enjoyment,’ as she put it.
9/8/13