Shattered

Sydney had fallen asleep next to me in the passenger seat. She was probably extremly exhausted.

I pulled up to my apartment complex and carried Syd up to my loft, ignoring stranger's stares. Syndey had her head buried into the crook of my neck, and I have to admit, I liked it.

She was gently laid down onto my bed, beads of sweat forming onto her forehead.

I have no idea what to do. Maybe get her a warm cloth to put on her head? A glass of water?

I'll do both I guess.

I rushed to the kitchen, not wanting her out of my sight, and ran a washcloth under warm water and filled a glass up with cold water.

~ Sydney's pov, 2 hours later ~

I woke up, like finally woke up. My head hurts and I felt like shit. The walls around me were navy blue, and it smelled of cologne and spearmint. Also the faint smell of cigarette, but it actually was a good smell.

I sat up, only for a washcloth to slip off my forehead.

Where was I?

" Sydney?" I heard a raspy voice from my left. I snapped my head in that direction, not even realizing Harry had been there.

" Harry?" I questioned. He stood up.

" You woke up, finally," he sighed, and I sensed relief in it.

" What did I wake up from?" My eyebrows furrowed together and Harry's jaw clenched, and he began rubbing his sharp jawline. How long was I asleep? Why did I wake up in Harry's... Apartment?

" Thats what I was going to ask you."

I lifted the blanket up and swung my legs over to stand up, but My legs were weak and I fell.

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and catch me before I could hit the ground.

" Harry," I breathed, looking up at him. His eyes caught mine and we stared into eachother for a moment before I realized his arms were tightly secure around me. I took a steady step back.

" I really would like a shower... These clothes seem filthy.. Then we can talk about everything when I get out." I sighed, trying to avoid my major headache. Harry tightly nodded.

" Ok. Let my lead you to the bathroom." He wrapped his arm around my waist so I could walk to the bathroom.

" Can you even stand in the shower?" He asked. I nodded.

" I'll be fine... Thanks." I whispered. Harry slowly slid his hand out away from my waist and shut the bathroom door behind him on his way out.

My legs felt like rubber. I felt sore inbetween my legs. Maybe it was cramps? I don't know but it hurt like hell, and that was a weird place for cramps.

I peeled the dirty clothes from me and looked at the reflection of myself in the mirror. The bags under my eyes were dark, and my eyes were bloodshot. I looked terrible.

•••••

I slowly opened the shower curtain, because any sudden moves would hurt me.

I looked around for a towel.

Releif flooded through me when I saw a towel on the counter, with some fresh clothes to the sides.

Did Harry leave these for me? That is so sweet of him.

I dried off and slipped on The clothes, which happened to be a pair of boxers, and a t shirt that went down to mid thigh.

" Harry?" I called as I slowly walked down the hall, gripping the wall. I heard quick footsteps.

" Sydney," he rushed to me and wrapped his arms around me and helped me to his bed.

" Thanks," I slowly said.

" I made tea." He handed me a mug. I took it in my hands and quickly sipped the warm liquid.

" So... What happened?" I asked, pulling the covers over my legs.

" Well, do you remember going out with Chance last night?" Harry sat at the foot of the bed. I nodded.

" Yeah,"

" What's the last thing you remember?"

I sighed and thought back, which was hurting my head.

" I remember getting into the car with him and leaving the party. After that was all a blank. I don't know where I went after that," I sipped my tea, tears stinging at my eyes. I remember Chance making my drink and falling asleep in his car, " He drugged me didn't he?" It came out almost quieter than a whisper.

Harry paled and his lips pressed tightly against eachother.

" I'm afraid so."

He wouldnt meet my gaze, but tears streamed down my face.

" What did he do to me?" I choked out. Harry shrugged.

" I don't know. But we'll find out, ok?" He grabbed my hand and rubbed his calloused finger tips over my knuckles.
" Don't cry." He whispered. I shook my head.

" I can't help it," I cried, " What if he did what we are both thinking, Harry? What if he took that thing I can't get back?" I sobbed.

" Hey, hey, we don't know that for sure." He assured me, but I did. I knew what Chance did to me.

I dug my face into Harry's pillow, breathing in his scent.

" Can I stay here for tonight? I'm scared to leave." I whispered. I watched as Harry looked surprised by my question. He nodded.

" Yeah, of course. I'll be on the couch." He walked towards the door.

" No! Don't leave me... Please"

I was scared shitless. What if Chance came after me?

" Erm... Yeah, okay." He said.

" Thank you." I whispered.

~ Harry's pov ~

" No! Don't leave me... Please." She begged.

Sydney looked terrible, yet she still managed to look stunning. I was caught off gaurd by her question. She... Wanted me to stay?

" Erm... Yeah, okay." I replied. I saw her tensed body relax.

" Thank you." She whispered.

I peeled off my shirt and jeans and checked the alarm clock. It read 11:56. Wow. Today was a long day.

I climbed in next to Sydney but made sure to keep a distance between us.

•••••

I quickly woke up. I had one of those dreams where I was falling, but I woke up to catch myself. I hated when that happened. They felt so real.

I looked at at my nightstand and the clock read 3:41.

I looked over at Sydney. It seems that she had rolled closer to me over the night. She was about three inches away.

Did she need comfort?

Duh. Of course she did. I honestly hated Chance for doing what he did to her. Sydney never ever deserved that. Ever. Chance will get his karma. Even if I have to rush it.

I placed a strand of hair behind her ear and snaked my arm around her waist, pulling her into my chest.

Her hair smelled like my shampoo. It was great.

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