The Night I Met Harry

I watched Harry from across the club as I mingled with the girls. It had to be the third time this week that he’d brought me to work with him. I knew he was hot so I promised myself not to get angry at the girls throwing themselves at him. I’d danced with Julia now as she held me against her and I was sure she was more than drunk by now. Cate was to my left and Sarah and the others stood around. It was nice being out with them again, they’d always made it better when I felt something was missing. I soon realized that Harry had purposely made me a weak drink, but it tasted great so I didn’t complain. I guess this was his way of keeping an eye on me.

Sarah:
“Winter, come with me to the bathroom! I have to check my makeup!”

She yelled over the club’s music before I took her hand through the crowd. We’d push past people who seemed to have a bit much to drink and others who refused to get out of the way. I excused myself as we continued, as she got more and more difficult to keep up with.

Winter:
“Sarah, slow down!”

I knew she couldn’t hear me, so it was no use. I tried speeding up, when a guy had made contact with my hand, intertwining our fingers aggressively. I tried yanking away but he’d squeezed even tighter.

“Where are you going?”

He forced his body against mine, as my eyes made contact with him for the first time. They were dark under the dimness of the club, but he looked a lot like someone I used to date.

Winter:
“Let me go.”

I didn’t feel Sarah’s fingers anymore and the crowd seemed to become denser with his hold on me. I felt people against me in every direction now. His free hand roamed around my waist and I’d pushed him away forcefully. A noticed a grin played on his face as if he enjoyed the challenge and I huffed in disguise.

“Come on. Have a little fun.”

I stopped fighting him back as I thought momentarily. I rolled my eyes to myself before facing him reluctantly.

Winter:
“You’re right. Buy me a drink.”

The smile widened as he grabbed my wrist harshly.

“Now, that’s better. But I think I’d prefer some privacy.”

He snatched me toward him roughly. I bruised easily so there was no doubt there’d be a mark there tomorrow. I was reluctantly getting use to guys hitting on me, but he was such a jerk. I was pulled through the crowd by him back in the other direction. I was relieved to see Harry at the bar, hoping he’d notice me but he overlooked me with the commotion of the club. The music bumped loudly into my ears and I was suddenly becoming clumsy. I looked in every direction in hopes I’d at least see the girls but it was no use. It seemed I always gotten myself into something.

Winter:
“I’m following; you can let me go now!”

He knew I’d been lying and his grip grew tighter the more I pulled. He held both wrists now slamming me into the wall of a dark vacant hall, just away from the crowd. I felt the edge of something hard ram into my side painfully. I winced with the pain, attempting to fight him back. His height and strength was extremely dominant to mine and something told me he handled all the girls in his life this way.

Winter:
“Asshole! What the hell is your problem?”

I feared what he’d planned to do with me as I tried escaping him repeatedly. Harry would kick his ass. I knew it…but I really didn’t want him fighting or getting into trouble over me.

“Stop fighting back sweetheart, no one can hear you.”

He kissed the side of my neck as I felt his hands against the area where my fitting dress held my thighs. My clutch dropped with my urge to push him away.

Winter:
“Stop! Please!”

I thought of Harry and I prayed he’d notice I’d gone. The more I fought the hotter it made him. My vision began to blur as I lost breath from the struggle. I felt his teeth against my neck. He let go of my waist briefly to reach for my hair. I took advantage of the moment, switching our positions and slamming him as hard as I could, making sure his head hit the wall. I balled up my fists taking gain of his weak state and punching him as hard as I could in the right side of his jaw. I cringed at the pain it gave my hand, as I attempted a run to escape him. He caught me by my hair yanking me back into him.

“You little bitch.”

I’d made him extremely angry now but I still didn’t fear him. I continued to fight him though my lungs were beginning to fail me. I’d be wheezing any moment now. I knew the routine of my attacks so I just closed my eyes in fear and waited for it to happen. I was falling apart when I heard footsteps along the end of the hallway. I was released immediately as I gasped for air. The sound of someone’s fist meeting, what I assumed was his face, repeatedly struck my awareness. Again and again I’d heard the sound. My eyes now overflowed with tears as my need for oxygen increased. I was consumed by darkness along the halls floor. They were right next to me now as I tried to focus on taking deep breathes, to no success. I felt the warmth of another’s skin as they held my face in their hands. I couldn’t get my eyes to focus but I could tell they’d been trying to help. It wasn’t until he hugged me into him, his curls brushing my face that I felt safe.

Harry:
“Baby please. Breath…. Please.”

He spoke sensitively, with a slight tone of urgency. He held my inhaler to my mouth as I tried to intake it past my lungs. The wheezing continued as the tears spilled down without permission.

Harry:
“Winter. Look at me!”

I focused my eyes on the guy in front of me, his features were beautiful. Angle-like. He put it to my lips again and instructed me to inhale. I did so, obediently.

Harry:
“Slowly. For me, please.”

I reached for control. Trying my hardest to do what my boyfriend was asking of me. He hugged me into him as I mimicked his demonstration. We sat there a minute against the floor until my breathing had leveled out. He planted kissing all over my face as I regain a leveled consciousness. It was quiet. I’d felt bad about letting him see this side of me, like I’d been nothing but trouble since meeting him. This was something I never wanted to him to experience from me, and never again. I sat up to show him I’d been alright, whipping the tears that hadn’t yet dried from my cheeks. I looked up at him; my eyelids were heavier than usually from the physical and emotional drain. His eyes pierced mine before they lowered down to my hands. I followed the direction, noticing the bruises that had come from me punching the guy.

Winter:
“Thanks.”

My voice was weak but I was sure he’d heard me. His arms had extended in motion for me to allow him to carry me.

Winter:
“Harry its okay. I can walk.”

He sighed deeply, pecking my lips before picking me up effortlessly anyways. I looked down to see the guy rocking himself against the floor. He’d been holding his face so I’d assume Harry had done exactly what I’d wanted him to avoid.

--
We’d sat with the car in park as the silence fell over us like the dark of night. I wanted to lead the conversation because I knew the situation had shaken him up. I reached across him to grab his hand as I noticed that he had bruises that resembled mine. His were extremely severe and I’d noticed the blood had dried against his skin. I looked up to him questionably.

Winter:
“I’m okay.”

He looked over me as if to come out of his previous mental state. He leaned across to me as if motioning for me to kiss him. I smiled at him childishly.

Winter:
“Harry. I have inhaler breath.”

Harry:
“I don’t care.”

I leaned in as he’d asked, kissing back as he embraced me hungrily. He pulled back slowly, closing his eyes to process me.

Harry:
“…You really scared me.”

He spoke as quiet as a whisper. I kept silent in case he’d cared to continue.

Harry:
“Thank you for keeping it with you.”

I’d taken my inhaler in my clutch tonight because of our previous conversation. Worrying was the last thing I wanted from him. His green eyes were glossy as if he’d been fighting off his tears.

Harry:
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should have been there.”

I didn’t want him blaming himself for my problems.

Winter:
“Harry. Don’t. It’s not your fault. Stop.”

There was silence again. I could tell he’d been beating himself up about it.

Harry:
“What if I hadn’t...”

Winter:
“It doesn’t matter…you did.”
--
He tucked me into bed and now had been kissing my forehead. I loved his smell.

Harry:
“Don’t go anywhere okay. I’ll be back later.”

I had a feeling that whatever he had to do would involve the guy that attacked me tonight. I really didn’t want him to; I wanted him to stay with me.

Winter:
“Where are you going?”

Harry:
“Don’t worry about it.”

Winter:
“Is this about that guy, Harry?”

Harry:
“I’ll be back.”

I’d gotten up to follow him. The last thing I wanted was for him to take his anger out on that guy, and get himself into trouble. Things happened, but I was okay.

Winter:
“Stay with me.”

He paused momentarily as if silently deciphering. He continued out the door before I could stop him. What was I going to do? The tears had come instantly. I’d brought him nothing but trouble since meeting him. I’d hurt him in more ways than imaginable starting with Scott. I couldn’t put him through this. He needed someone who’d be nothing but beneficial to him; someone with a good set of lungs. I’d been hurting everyone and it was because I hadn’t yet found my own serenity. I went from one relationship to another without taking to time to think. Maybe it was a bad idea springing this on him. Now that he knew about my asthma he’d never see me the same. I wanted nothing but for him to be happy without the complications. Maybe he didn’t know it yet but I was bad for him…Maybe...he’d be better off with Jessie.

Notes

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