For once I was the first one at the cafe. I waited there for about ten minutes playing over everything that happened last night. From the unfortunate event with the stranger at the party to helping Harry with his cut, and everything between and after.

"Cam?" I heard my name and looked up at the door, it was Erin. I flashed her a smile watching as she went over and ordered her usual green tea thing. I don't see how she drinks it, honestly.

"Hey, what are you doing here so early?" She asked pulling out the chair out in front of me and put her bag on the back.

"I don't know, I guess I just woke up early and just couldn't go back to sleep." I shrugged, like it was that simple, but it was a lie. Harry had actualy waken up before me and told me he had work today. I lied and told him I had to go to work too, this early in the morning. He dropped me off at the store but I came here as soon as he left. It was pretty complicated.

"Ah." She sighed just as someone brouh her her drink. The bell over the front door rang , catching my attention. It was Tiffany chatting away on the phone, she placed her order, still on the phone and then walked over to the table.

"I don't care, she said she wanted bright orange on the walls, you're going to make it happen." She snapped at someone and then hung up on them. She sighed and put her phone on the table with more force than nessesary.

"Are you okay?" I asked. and she nodded.

"Yeah, just because this elderly lady said she wanted neon orange in her living room walls, and these jackasses I'm stuck with don't think it would be the best idea..." she trails off. Tiffany has always wanted to be an interior designer and so she started a business when she was seventeen. It has actually been a huge sucsses for her. "Don't worry about my problems, what about you guys?"

"The usual." Erin huffed, "Nothing." We all kind of chuckled. "And you?" They turned to me.

"I went on another date again." I muttered under my breath looking down at my steaing coffee. I heard a tiny gasp but nothing more than that. No wity com back or telling me how wrong it was. When I looked up they just looked at me expectently. I was about to explain everything but Erin talked before I could.

"Did it go any thing like your first?" I shook my head and she let out a breath.

"Well, I was almost..." I didn't know the right word, assulted? "Raped." They gasped. "But Harry came just in time. So you have to give him some credit." I eyed the two as they nodded.

"Who was it, did you know him?" Tiff asked and I just shook my head but she looked confused.

"No it was almost pitch black, too dark for me to make out any features."

"Well, what happened after that?" I looked down at my drink as I decided on how much to really tell them, obviously not everything that happened.

"well Harry and the guy gt in a pretty bad fight, Harry left him barly moving, and he got a pretty good cut so we went back to his house and I helped him clean up." I looked up and they were just staring intently back at me.

"He was actually really nice and careing last night. I mean he did thorw a little of an anger tantrem, if that's what you wanna call it, but I actually calmed him down and...it's progress." I shrugged. They nodded slowly, in sync...it was creepy.

"And after that?"

"Umm..."

*FLASHBACK*

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 immediatly 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.

I sighed and waited just a second before continuing to disinfect his wound. Again, his eyes never left my face. I thought about how many other fights Harry has been in, if any at all. I know he probaby doesn't let any help him like this and I'm almost positive he doesn't do it himself. For just one second I loked up from his chin and glanced over his face, then something caught my eye. A small scar lokoing mark on hie hair line. I could only see half of it due to his hair hanging over his forehead.

"You don't usually do this do you?" I whispered and stopped the doctoring. He just had a confused look on his face and slowly started to shake his head.

"Do what?"

"Take care of any inguries?" I ask. He raised an eye brow, the muscles in his jaw rippleing in consentration.

"Not really why?" He leaned forward resting all his weight on his hands placed on either side of me. I reached forward and brushed his hair out of the way so I could get a full view of the scar on his hair line. I ran my fnger over it, but it wasn't as rough and ridged as I thought.

"This, and your lip didn't heal as fast as it should have if you kept it clean like you should have." I said, finally gathering up enought courage to look him in the eye.

"I'd probably just make it worst like I do, like everything else. Besides, this was just a stupid, drunken accident." He said referring to his scar on his head. What does he mean like everything else?

"What happened?" I asked, searching his eyes for the answer, but they were almost as hard to read as his body language right now.

"I fell, hit my head on a table. Nothing dramatic." he tried to laugh. I nodded and dropped my hand in my lap. "I haven't gotten anything so bad that I couldn't handle."

"So you've never been to a doctor?"

"No." He didn't even hesitate, "hate them." I nodded in understanding, not willing to push the subject any further. "Only one other person has done this before." It was obviouse he wasn't really planning on telling me this bit of information, and he was worried how I would react.

"Your mom?" I asked. He pushed away from the counter, away from me, and a look of disgust, anger and a bit of sadness took over his face.

"Hell no!"

"S-sorry." I stuttered and looked down at the plain white tiles floor. I heard Harry take a couple of deep breaths before cautiously stepping back over in front of me.

"Just forget about it." He sighed. I looked up at him, his eyes were cold and empty but his face was soft. He placed his hands back on my thighs and ran them up and down.

I felt goosebumps raise on my skin and apparently, by the smirk on his face, Harry noticed too. He stepped even closer between my legs, his face only inches from mine. I shoudl probably stop him, push him away and say no, but my body is urning for him, almost in every way.

One of his hands went around to my lower back and pushed me closer to the edge of the counter, now our bodies were almost touching. He leaned his head forward, resting his forehead on mine. I closed my eyes taking in his minty, and slightly alcoholic breath fan across my face. He rubbed his nose against mine, seeing if I would pull away from whats coming, but I didn't. The next second his lips were devoring mine.

It wasn't a rushed kiss, but it was passionant, lustful, and hungry. As muh as I felt that this as wrong I couldn't bring my self to pull a way. His lips were soft but their actons were rough, his hands were rough but their actions were gentle.

His hand that was on the small of my back now found it's self all the way around my waist , while his other one was on the top of my theigh. My small hands made their way to my shoulders, running over the perfectly smooth skin all the way till my finger tips found the little hairs on the nape of his neck. I tugged lightly on the hair, just to see what kind of responce I could get , and I got a low moan.

Harry's hand traveled a little higher, and it wasn't stopping.

I pulled my lips away from his, "Harry, stop." his chest vibrated with a chuckle as his lips went to my neck to start their assalt on that skin. His hand was about to cross the line, one more inch and I won't hesitate to push him off.

"Stop." I said in a firmer tone. His face pulled away from my neck, smirk plastered on those beautiful, devilish, lips. Before he completly pulled away from me, his hand skimmed against my crotch, making me gasp.

"I understand." He said with that look on his face. He stepped back and nodded his head towards the bedroom. "You can wear that." He pointed to a crinkeled white shirt on the counter.

I hopped off the counter and picked up the shirt. "Shorts?" I asked. He just smiled and walked out the door closeing it behind him. Well then.

I slipped the dress off and pulled the shirt over my head. When I looked in the mirrior it was almost to mid theigh. I guess it was long enough.

When I walked out Harry was on his side looking down at the bed, but when he heard the door open his head snapped up to me, eyes rakeing over every inch of my body. I walked over to the empty side of the bed and crawled under the covers.

With in seconds I fell asleep, with Harry pressed up right against me.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"Nothing, we just went to sleep." I lied, again.

"Oh, okay. Well, he does seem like a pretty okay guy." Tiffany said relaxing back into her chair.

"Yeah, I think so too." I said and I felt a small smile creep on to my face.