Saving Styles

Greasy Paws

Harry's POV

I pulled back into the driveway, still annoyed by how long it had taken the guy at the paint store to mix the color I wanted, and grabbed the cans out of the back of my truck before I headed inside. I found Hannah in the kitchen, her back was to me as she grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"You would not believe how long it took that idiot to mix up this color." I laughed as I entered the kitchen. "Figured I could have bought another house by the time he was finished."

I put the pizza down on the counter along with the paint cans and looked over at her. She kept her back to me, not saying anything, and I could tell she was tense.

"Han?" I asked as I watched her carefully. She slowly turned, forcing a small smile without looking at me, and I immediately knew something was wrong.

"Babe? What's wrong?" I asked as I made my way over to her, running my hands down her arms as I looked down at her, but she wouldn't look at me.

I tucked my finger under her chin and brought her head up to look at me, my stomach immediately tightening as I saw her eyes were filled with tears that she seemed to be fighting back.

"Baby what is it?" I asked, trying to keep my worry from my voice as I took her hands in mine and realized she was shaking. "Hannah, you're shaking. What happened?" Panic began to run through me as I realized how upset she was, and she had yet to tell me why.

I ran the back of my hand down the side of her face and brushed her hair off her shoulder, and I immediately froze as I noticed an all too familiar sight. A knot immediately formed in my stomach as I felt rage surge through my entire body. I'd seen it more times than I could count, and I knew there was only one thing that caused it.

"What the fuck?" The words escaped my lips before my mind registered I'd said it out loud.

I gently ran my fingers across the small bruises that were forming on her neck, the same kind of bruises I'd seen on my own neck, on the necks of my friends, the kind of bruises that could only be left by one thing. Fingers.

My mouth stayed open in shock as I ran through the last hour in my mind, she was fine when I left and I came back to this. This happened while I was gone, someone was here. Someone was here in my house, and they put their hands on Hannah.

"Hannah, what happened? Who did this to you?" I said sternly as I put my hands on her shoulders and leaned forward down to her eye level.

I watched as a single tear fell down her cheek, shattering my heart and making every bone in my body ache. A sob escaped her chest that she'd obviously been trying to hold in as her body lurched forward as she cried. I pulled her into me, holding her tightly as she cried, trying not to spew the million questions I had out at her.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here." I said softly as she cried into my chest. "You're safe."

I pulled her away from me and sat her down, crouching in front of her so I was at eye level, taking her head in my hands as I did my best to focus on her instead of the rage burning inside me.

"Baby, it's okay. You're safe now. I need you to tell me what happened." I said slowly, trying to calm her with my voice as I rubbed her leg soothingly. "Just breathe, Han. Talk to me."

She did her best to calm herself down, taking quite a few minutes before she was able to speak.

"Th-They just...they came to the door and they pushed their way in." She cried. "H-He grabbed me by the throat and h-held a knife to me while the other one searched the house."