I walked out of the store, just when the sun was setting, and just like he said, Harry was parked in his van on the opposite side of the street. When I started to walk over Harry jumped out of the car and over to the passenger side to open my door. I got in with out a word and buckled up waiting for Hary to join me.

"We're going out tonight." He said as he put the the car and drive and started off down the road.

"Again? What if I already have plans?" I asked. I wasn't in the mood for a another night out with Harry especially knowing that his perfect night out most likely has to do with drugs and alcohol. I just wasn't up for that.

"Yes again, and it's a house party. I know some people you might actually get along with there." He sighed. I nodded my head and just stayed silent. I hope this is a small house party, I'm not the best with crowds especially when there is no body I really know there.

"When is this party exactly?" I said under my breath.

"In about an hour. I'll stop by your house first." He said and paced a hand on my bare thigh. He better keep his hand there or he might just lose it.

Slowly but surly his hand crept up my leg inch by inch. He finally got to the point where if he moved it anyhigher he would be touching my crotch. I felt his finger twiched and I slapped his hand away.

"Stop." I warned. I know it probably did no good but hopefully he knows I'm not playing a game. He chuckeled a little bit and bit his lip placing his hand back on the steering wheel.

It better stay like that the rest of the night.

Harry's POV:

I'm only seeing how far I can push her. It's obvious she's innocent, at least to a certian extent. I'm suprise she let my hand go as far as I did. Maybe I'll push her a little further later.

I pulled up to her house and went to to open her door for her. She hasn't really complained about it yet, so I'll keep doing this till it gets under her skin. She stepped out of the car saying a quick thank you before making her way aross the street and up to the front door.

I followed closly behind her, even up the stairs to her room. When she heard me coming with her she stopped and turned around. "Where are you going?" She asked. Her voice is always so smooth and warm. I wouldn't mind waking up to it again.

"Where are you going?" I asked raising an eyebrow. She swollowed nervously and continued up the stairs, me trailing behind her.

When she got into her room it suprised me. It wasn't your typical girly room, it was simple with a few pictures and lights on the walls. It seemed to go with her personality I guess. She walked over to one of her closets and opened the doors reveling, mostly, dresses. I took a seat on the small, bentch/sofa thing at the end of her bed watching her scan through all the items.

She pulled out a dress that looked like it would be pretty short and her chest would for sure be out for everyone to see. I would love to see her in it, but she better not wear that if we are going to be around a bunch of other horny starngers. Luckily I didn't have to say a word for her to put it back. Then she pulled out a fitted blue dress with black lines crossing in front.

"I like it." I blurt out and she turns around like she almost forgot I was even there. She nodded her head.

"Of course you do." She muttered under her breath and took the dress to the bathroom to change. Time for me to snoop around her room.

I walk around and look at all the pictures strung around the room. Almost all of them had Cam in there somewhere. I saw one of her and her dad, she looked to be around the age of eight, and her dad looked pretty young too. Possibly younger than I am. I flipped it over and looked on the back.

'Dad and I at the beach, 2003'

I went to the next one of her and who looked to be her mother on the play ground, she was even younger in this picture, and the woman looked about my age. There wasn't a caption on the back of this one just a year, '1998'. I wonder why she has never mentioned her mom before.

I walked over to the bathroom door and tapped softly, she didn't answer.

"Hey, I noticed you mom in a few of these pictures, why have you never mentioned her?" I asked. I heard some shuffeling going on and then she finally answered.

"She's gone." Cam answered from the other side of the door. Well, at least we have something almost in common.

"So she's like-" I stopped when the door swung open to reveal a glamed up Cam. She had a mild smoky eye going on and her hair was straight.

"No, she's not dead." Well never mind, "She might as well me though." She sighed. I opened my mouth to say somthing else but decided against it. "She isn't importiant anymore, that's all you need to know." She said turning to face me. I nodded my head and decide to change the subject.

"You gonna put those on?" I asked gesturing to the shoes in her hands. She pursed her glossed over lips and shook her head.

"I'll put them on later." I watched her stick her phone in her boobs and head out the door. How is that even comfortable? I followed her down there to the front door where she was waiting for me. We rushed to the car and to my house.

It didn't take me that long to get ready. I just slipped on a gray button up with the sleeves rolled up and a black tie, my usual black skinny jeans and my black boots. I just ruffled my hair a bit and it looked fine. I looked out of the bathroom door, into my room, and there was Cam playing on her phone not paying attention. I kept my eye on her as I opened the cabinet and blindly searched for the two small bags. Once I had them in my pockets I walked out.

"Ready?" I spoke, and she looked up at me. Her eyes trailing over every inch of my body before her eyes met mine.

"Yeah." She said and stood up from the bed. I led the way out of the house and to my car.

***

It didn't take us long to get to the house, there were already cars lined up on each side of the road, and some even on the yard. I heard Cam's sharp in take of breath at the sight of the house. You could already hear the music as we drove up. Luckily there wern't a lot of neighbors around.

"I didn't know house parties were suppose to be this big." Cam said looking over at me. Her eyes were wide and she seemed beyond nervous.

"Well, It's a big house." I flashed a quick smile and climbed out rushing to her side. I took her hand and led her up the concrete steps to the front door, of course it was unlocked. Once the door flew open he were hit with the small of alcohol, smoke, and a few other things. My grip on her hand tightened as we made our way through the the crowd. I didn't know exactly where I was going untill I finally saw one of the people I was looking for. I led Cam over to the little circular table with some of my other friends there.

"Kate, this is Cam." I introduced the two. I know they would get a long. I've known Kate for a while and I'm sure while I go deliver some things here, she can keep Cam company.

"Hi, it's great to meet you." Kate gushed pulling Cam into her arms, she seemed a little taken back by the sudden gesture.

"It's great to meet you to." Cam smiled back at the blonde.

"Well this is Sam and Morgan," Kate pointed to the two people making out at the end of the bench, sick. "Axel, Eric and Jack." I nodded my head to Jack who just nodded back. He already knew who Cam was because he was there that night at the club. Kate sat back down and scooted over to Cam could sit too.

"Is Nate here?" I asked. Kate looked around for a while and then answered. "I saw him go up staires to the study." I guess that's where I'm ment to be.

"I'll be right back, I have to take care of something." I said looking down at Cam. She nodded her head and I bent down to kiss the side of her neck before going off. "Jack?" I asked and he nodded his head knowing what I ment.

"Be back in a bit." I said before turning on my heel and walking away.

Cam's POV:

I followed Harry with my eyes as him and Jack accended up the stairs and out of sight.

"So you're Harry's now I suppose?" I looked over at the man with short spiky brown hair, Axel.

"No, I'm not." I sickens me how he referred to me like some sort of toy or something. I'm sure that's what they are use to with Harry though.

"Good." He said with a devilish smirk. I rolled my eyes and just shook my head. I actually hope Harry gets back fast.

"Well, how long have you known Harry?" Kate asked turning her full attention to me.

"About a week?" I guessed. Has it really already been a week?

"A whole week?" I nodded my head. "And you haven't slept together?" I shook my head. "Wow, well you must mean something to him." She said taking a sip from her drink. I guess people arn't use to Harry just having a girl with him without assuming he hasn't been laid by her.

"Yeah, I guess." I muttered as I watched all the hot sweaty bodies moving around or against one another. When I glanced back at the table Axel was still staring at me. I shiffted a little but his eyes followed my every move.

"Where's the restroom?" I asked Kate and she leaned over to answer.

"Just straight back." I nodded giving her a thank you before rushing off that way. Thank goodness there wasn't any one in there, but there was a girl getting sick out side the door. I carefully stepped a round her and shut the door make sure to lock it.

I dug out my phone and texed Harry. 'Where are you? I'm getting pretty uncomfortable down here.'

I placed it back in the top of my dress and looked in the mirrior. I didn't look that bad, my eyes looked a little dark, but not that bad.

When I stepped back out, the girl wasn't there anymore so I just made my way out into the crowd. Before I could get where anyone could really see me, a hand was slapped over my mouth and an arm around my waist.

"Come with me." A voice said from behind me. It wasn't Harry, but it wasn't a familier voice either. I tried to kick and scream but he wouldn't have it. I felt him dragging me down the dark hallway and into a dark empty room.

Harry's POV:

"Those are my last two bags." I said tossing the bags of coke and weed on the table. "Put them to good use." I chuckled as all the guys reached for the bags. some shared the whie powder pouring it in a few different spots on the table, while the others had aleady rolled up the weed and was passing the joint around.

"You want your turn?" Nate asked extending his arm out to me. I shrugged my shoulders and took it from him. Just as I was about to put it between my lips my phone went off. I handed it back to Nate before taking my phone out of my pocket and checking the text. It was from Cam.

'Where are you? I'm getting pretty uncomfortable down here.' I stuffed it back in my pocket and ran my fingers through my hair.

"I have to go. See you tomorrow man." I pat Nate on the back and without another word went back to the table where Cam is.

Was.

When I got there, Sam and Morgan were gone and Eric and Axel were laughing about something. Kate was looking down at her phone.

"Where is Cam?" I asked Kate, trying to keep my temper undercontrol. "You were suppose to watch her!"

"She went to the restroom, Harry. Take a chill pill." She giggled pointing to the bowl that was filled with a veriaty of random pills. Shit, what if Cam got a drink and someone druged it?

"Did she get a drink?" I asked my hand on the back of my neck.

"I don't know. She has been gone for a about ten minutes." Kate shrugged. I nodded and headed back to the restroom. I swung the door open, not really careing if anyone was in there or not. She wasn't.

I continued down the hallway checking everydoor I passed. I walked in on some very interestig things, but Cam wasn't in any of the rooms. I was about to turn around when I faintly heard my name being called at the end of the hallway.

Cam's POV:

"Stop please!" I cryed out as the man pinned me against the wall. My hands above my head in one of his and his body pressed against mine. This made my mind travel back to the club with Harry, I was in the same position. Harry. Before my mind could catch up with my mouth I was calling out his name.

"Harry!" I screamed. Next thing I know I feel the sting from skin against skin as the man slaps his hand across my face.

"Shut the hell up!" He yelled. His voice harsh, and cold. I let out a whimper. Now I'm remembering that last night with Mark, and the screaming, and crying, and kicking around he did. All because I asked for a break.

I was shaken from my thoughts when the man pulled the bottom on my dress up and stuck his hand right between my legs.

"Is this what you want? Is the little whore going to try and run away again?" I have no idea what he is talking about. I whimpered again as he shoved his hand harder against me.

"Harry!" I tried to call out again, but he slammed me against the wall again.

"Bitch, no one is going to help you, just like when-" He was cut short when we heard the door swing open. I couldn't see who it was, and I still couldn't see the man's face in front of me.

"Get your hand's off of her!" The intruder threatened the man. I knew that voice, it was Harry, but I never heard his voice hold so much anger and disgust. I suddenly felt the man being ripped off of me and fall to the ground. I slumped against the wall, my legs not being able to support me anymore.

I could now see the silhouette of both men throwing punches, well mostly Harry. He had the stranger pinned down with both of his legs on either side of his torso. I could hear the cracking of bones and the almost silent groans of agony.

"Don't you ever touch her again!" Harry spit in his face. I watched as, slowly, the man under Harry's stopped fighting back. His body became motionless while Harry still pounded his fist against his head. He was going to kill him if he didn't stop.

"Harry." I spoke his name, but it was like he didn't hear me.

"Harry!" I tried again. and his punches slowed down, I could still hear his heavy breathing as he sat on top of the unconscious man.

"Harry, just stop. I want to leave." He turned to face me, and although I couldn't see his face. I watched as he stood up and then came and crouch down by me.

"Are you okay?" He whispered. He sounded generally concerned. I nodded my head, he leaned forward and rested his head against mine for a minute before standing up and helping me up as well.

I tugged my dress down and made sure I still had my phone before Harry took my hand and led me out of the room. When everybody saw Harry coming they would immediatly move out of his way with out him saying anything. We past the table with Kate and when she saw Harry and I her jaw dropped. I'm sure I looked horrible.

"Thanks Kate." I heard Harry mutter. She mouthed a quick 'sorry' to me as I past her, then I lost sight of her.

With in no time Harry had me in his car and we were headed back to his place, I'm just assuming. And I was right. We pulled up to Harry's house, he helped me out of the car and into the house before he finally let go of me. I slipped my heels off and placed my phone on the table.

"You sure you're okay?" Harry asked as he loosened his tie up. I finally got a clear look at his face and he had a cut on his chin, and it was dripping blood down his neck and on his shirt.

"Yeah, it wouldn't be the first time."I mumbled and took a step forward to examin his chin better. "Harry you need to clean this up." I took hold of his chin but he moved my hand away.

"What do you mean it wouldn't be the first time?" He asked in a hard voice. I really don't feel like telling him the whole story.

"It wasn't the first time I was slapped around." I said. "Just leave it at that. Now please let me help you with this." I said. He sighed and nodded his head before walking off to his room I guess.

I follow behind him and when I do find him he is in the bathroom sitting shirtless on the toilet, his chin still bleeding. I remember finding a small first aid kit in the cabinet the other night when I was snooping around. I pulled that out along with a wash rag. I hopped up on the counter and ran the rag under some warm water.

"Come here." I said. Harry looked up and then walked over to me, spreading my legs apart so he could stand between them. He rested his hands on my knees while one of mine was on his shoulder and the other one was cleaning up his cut.

I tried to remain focused on his chin makeing sure I cleaned all the blood off, but I kept getting distracted. He hands were rubbing up and down my exposed thigh, sending shivers up my spine, and I could feel his eyes on mine. Everytime I would look up that is exactly what I would see.

I put the rag in the sink then opened the aid kit to find a cotten ball and bottol of antiseptic for cuts. I poured some out on the little cotton ball and pressed it to his chin. Almost immediately as it touched his skin he jerked my hand away, turned his face, closed his eyes and let out a hissing sound from between his teeth. I've never seen him act like such a child.

"Harry." I whispered and cupped his face in my free hand, the one he wasn't holding back. He slowly turned his face back to me and opened his eyes. I rubbed my thumb over his cheek waiting for him to release my hand.

Slowly, with a defeated sigh, he let go of my wrist and placed his back on my leg.

Progress, we're making progress.

((Okay, so this is probably the longest chapter! I think in going to be putting this story on hold for a couple days or weeks. Juggling this book and my other one is crazy so, yeah.

Take a look at my other one though, Not as Planned.

And he may just be a minior charecter, but I picture Axel as Xavier Samuel. Google him if you don't know him. Thanks for reading. Next update is on its way!!))