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warnings: description of sexual harassment + cursing!!

Harry had been loving Y/N for a little over two years. When someone falls in love, the niggling fear that their partner will grow tired of them, or vice versa, is always prominent. However, Harry had never once, since the night he’d asked her to be his girlfriend, had that fear regarding Y/N, who he was convinced was the love of his life.  

In fact, Harry believed that with every day that passed, his love for her grew exponentially, continuously expanding and growing more feverish by the minute. He welcomed it though; She was everything good in the world, and often times she would catch Harry staring at her doing the most mundane of tasks, open-mouthed and gobsmacked. More often that not, she’d blush and hide her face, lightly chucking his chin and mumbling a shy, “stop it, H”, which only encouraged him to continue gawking.

After all, he had promised her that he wanted the world to know the name of the girl who had stolen his heart, and he did deliver on that. Harry was eager to show off his love for her (but more eager to keep her safe, he’d had to learn to balance the two) to the whole world, and although bringing Y/N into the light had created a tumultuous sea of hate, she stood stoic a resilient in the face of it, causing Harry to fall even more in love, because really, it wasn’t everyday that he found someone that could withstand all of the attention, good and bad. 

Yes, Harry was absolutely smitten, and maybe that’s why things had gotten out of hand tonight. 

Y/N had graduated from university the past year, and had begun working a job that she absolutely adored. She had lived with Harry for nearly a year and a half, but regardless of the busy schedules they both carried with his touring and her studies, they’d made it work for the past two years, and available weekends were always reserved for each other, especially Friday nights. 

It was supposed to be a regular Friday night, the same as every Friday night they’d had before. Harry would pick Y/N up from work to get dinner, which led to a walk in the park, or a visit to the bookstore or animal shelter. That’s what it was supposed to be, except this Friday night was different.

Harry was en route to where Y/N worked, smiling giddily as her favorite song blared through the speakers in his car, picturing how she looked situated at her office desk in the outfit she had picked for the day: a lavender silk shirt and a beige pencil skirt that highlighted her figure nicely, which Harry had cheekily told her with a swift smack to her behind.  

He parallel-parked in front of her building, grabbing the bouquet of flowers he had bought on his way, getting out of his car, and walking toward the entrance. He opened the door, stepping into the downstairs lobby area before making a beeline for the elevator that would take him up to Y/N’s floor. However, before he could reach it, someone roughly bumped into him, jostling him backwards. Harry steadied himself, looking at the man who had run into him and recognizing it was one of Y/N’s coworkers. 

“Oh, sorry, man. I wasn’t watching where I was going, I’m in a bit of a rush.” The man was breathless, eyes shifting quickly as if scanning the room for something, or someone, but never meeting Harry’s. He fidgeted with his shoulder bag, and Harry curiously eyed the way his blue shirt was rumpled and untucked from his slacks, beads of sweat dotting his hairline. 

Still, Harry smiled graciously, before nodding and replying, “S’no problem, really. Get where yeh’re going safely, mate.” He stepped around the man, proceeding to his original path toward the elevator. He pressed the button, waiting for the doors to open, and stepped on (but not before holding it for an elderly couple and a woman pushing a stroller). 

Once Harry got to Y/N’s floor, he walked quickly to the door of her office, grinning like an idiot, ready to present the bouquet of lovely flowers to his even lovelier girlfriend. He’d missed her terribly all day, spending most of his morning on her side of the bed, inhaling her scent, and most of his afternoon watching her favorite shows. 

He turned the knob of her door swiftly, gleefully exclaiming, “Oh, Bambi! Who’s ready t’stuff their face full o’all yeh can eat goodness?” He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him before whipping around and pointing at himself. The smile that had once adorned Harry’s face turned into sudden concern as he looked at Y/N, whose tear-stained face was contorted in fear as she cowered in her chair behind her desk. 

“Bambi?” Harry approached her small figure, worried and confused as to why she was quivering in fear. He reached out for her as he approached her desk, brows furrowed as he took in her disheveled shirt, but she recoiled back, hastily wiping the remaining tears from her face. He set down the bouquet, the feeling of worry becoming sickening

“No, H, don’t touch me, I’m dirty… I… I feel dirty. Don’t do that.” She got up from her chair and walked to the corner of her office, pushing herself against the walls and sinking down to a sitting position. 

“What’re yeh talking about, love? What d’ya mean yeh’re dirty?” Harry walked over and grimaced in pain as his knees cracked, stooping down to her eye-level. He reached out for her, but she shrunk away once again. 

“I didn’t mean for it to happen… You know I would never cheat on you, you know that, because I love you, you know that too. I don’t know how it happened, I didn’t even want him to do that but he did and now I feel disgusting, and I…” Harry’s blood ran cold, and he felt his face pale. Him. 

“Him? What d’ya… who’s he? What’re.. Who’re yeh talking about?” Harry sat back on his heels, heart threatening to jump in his throat and suffocate him as he wrung his suddenly clammy hands together. Who was she talking about, and what did he do to his girl? 

Y/N began to cry, holding herself around her midsection with her arms, shrinking as much as she could against the corner of her office as her small body was wracked by tremulous sobs. Harry’s heart sank in his chest, curiosity and fear and anger running through is veins while the bile in his stomach threatened to come up. 

“We were working… project… few months…Came into my office… A date… I said no… Got angry… Hurt me… Said really gross things…Kissed me everywhere… Tried to get my shirt off… Bruised me…” 

Y/N was in hysterics. Big, fat tears drenched the collar of her shirt and her words were barely understandable, but Harry understood. Harry understood entirely, and he was livid. He was livid, but he couldn’t dwell on that at the moment, not when Y/N was feeling so fragile and helpless. 

All he could feel for her was love, and that was what she needed, so he seized Y/N as she continued to whimper, holding her as tight as he could to his chest. He positioned her in his arms so that he could carry her without hurting her, and stood up, placing her in her chair. 

“Right, my love, we’re going t’talk more about this when we get home. M’not mad, Bambi. S’not yeh’re fault at all, and all I want t’do is keep yeh safe, pretty girl. S’everything yeh need in yeh’re purse?” Harry knelt down in front of her chair, holding her hands in his and gently stroking the tops of them with his thumbs. She couldn’t form a coherent response, but she nodded lightly and that’s all Harry needed. 

He stood up, pulling her up with him before saying softly, “Love, I can’t carry yeh all the way down to the ground floor. D’ya think yeh can manage walking with me?” Y/N nodded once again, grabbing her purse, which sat on her desk. Harry picked up the forgotten bouquet of flowers, handing them to her before reaching out to cup her small face in his hands. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and he felt her shudder with another sob as he pulled away. 

“Come on, my baby. Let’s get yeh home.”

Y/N was swaddled in a comforter, resting on her and Harry’s bed, her back pressed against his front as he clutched her tightly to him. She had taken quick shower, requesting for Harry wait for her in their room (even though he had insisted on staying with her) and changed into one of Harry’s jumpers with her pajama pants. Her breathing had evened out, and she was no longer weepy. They had been laying in silence for about ten minutes before Harry had to ask the inevitable question.

“Wha’ happened, love? Please, tell me. Just want t’protect my girl.” Y/N’s body shuddered and she breathed in deeply, coughing a little before she buried herself deeper against his solid frame. 

“There’s a guy I was partnered with to work on an office project. He’s new, just like me, so it was a chance for us to prove ourselves, you know. We’ve spent a lot of collaboration time together the past few months, and today we finally finished. He’s always been so friendly, but I passed it off as him being a nice person, but today, after we finished he asked me on a date because he likes me. I told him that I couldn’t, and that it was a bit disrespectful to ask since he knows I’ve been with you for years…” Her voice cracked and tears began to spill from Y/N’s eyes, and Harry cooed and pulled her closer to him, kissing the top of her head and telling her to breathe. A shaky breath rattled through her lungs before she began again. 

“He got so angry. One moment he was being charming, asking me to dinner, and the next he was gripping my wrist and pinning me to the wall, spitting in my face and telling me I was nothing but a fuck-doll to you and that you had people lined up all over the globe for you. He was so close, and his grip was so tight, it bruised me, and all the while he was hurting me, he kept going on and on about how you thought about other people when we have sex because no one could enjoy shagging someone as plain and easy as me, and then…” Y/N was crying again, breathing harshly and letting small noises of hurt escape her lungs. Harry’s hold on her slackened a bit, nosing his way into the crook of her neck and kissing it, allowing her to continue again.

“Then he started kissing me everywhere, on my neck and my face, and he tried to unbutton my blouse, and when I tried to scream he shoved his tie in my mouth, and I couldn’t get free because he was stronger than me and he had me pinned against the wall, and then he tried to undo his pants, but then my phone on my desk lit up with a reminder of our date night, and he checked it, and he left immediately.” 

Y/N turned around to face him, eyes rimmed red and puffy and snot running freely. Harry’s heart broke, but was soon toughened by the absolute anger that he felt for the man (who he realized with certainty was the shifty man that had crashed into him in the lobby) that had traumatized the love of his life. 

“Harry, I’m so sorry, I promise I didn’t ask- mmph!” Harry had pressed his lips against Y/N’s passionately before pulling away and crushing her body to his. 

“Don’t. S’not your fault, my love.” His voice was rough, emotion choking him and suddenly, Harry didn’t trust himself to speak without crying. He just held her to his chest, breathing shallowly as he rocked her back and forth gently. Suddenly, he held her at arm’s length. 

“Bruises.” His voice cracked, before he cleared his throat. “Y’said he bruised you. S’that why yeh wouldn’t let me be with yeh in the shower?” Y/N stared at him, bottom lip trembling as she nodded once. “Show me.” He sensed her hesitation, before she slowly peeled his jumper off of her frame, leaving her in a thin tank top. 

Harry stuttered on an inhale, staring hard and the dark bruises that adorned Y/N’s forearm from where the man had gripped her, and the splotches on her neck and upper chest where he had roamed. His chest tightened, and his vision narrowed, clouding the room with a tint of red. 

“Bloody fuckin’.. He did tha’ to yeh? He did tha’ t’my girl?” His voice was gravelly, low with anger that threatened to boil over. Y/N bit her bottom lip to keep it from wobbling, and that’s all it took for Harry to snap. 

“He did tha’ to someone as good as you? I know which fuckin’ asshole, slammed into me in the lobby on my way up t’see yeh. Looked all shady, wouldn’t look me in the eye an’ if I’d known what he’d done, he wouldn’t ‘ave made it out of the building with a heartbeat. Fuckin’ hell, I’m going to..I’m gonna.. He’s a piece of shit, m’gonna make him regret ever looking’ at yeh, m’gonna absolutely ruin his life ‘cause he’s just ruined yours by putting his filthy hands on yeh and.. I can’t believe he thought he could put his fuckin’ hands on yeh because yeh aren’t his to touch and yeh didn’t deserve this!” 

Harry’s voice was raw, his volume escalating higher and higher until the timbre of his snarl echoed off the walls of their room. 

“How could someone so lovely have t’go through tha’? How could m’love have to go through tha’? Wasn’t yeh’re fault, m’love. Yeh aren’t dirty, yeh aren’t at fault. Yeh’re still m’love, an’ m’gonna help yeh get through this. M’here, m’not going anywhere. M’gonna help yeh get through this.” 

Harry was fuming, muttering curses under his breath and taking harsh pulls of air through his teeth as he shook with rage, thumbing over the dark ovals that stained the soft skin of Y/N’s arm. 

“M’gonna fuckin’ ruin him.” He repeated that phrase like a mantra under his breath, closing his eyes and holding onto Y/N’s hand. 

“Harry,” she whispered softly. His eyes flew open, focusing on her, realizing she held her beloved camera in the hand he was not holding. 

“Know it might not be the best time, but…” she trailed off, silently pleading with her eyes. He set his jaw in a hard line, gritting his teeth as he zeroed in on the bruises covering his girl’s arm. He kissed each one before staring her straight in the eye. “I love you, Y/N. M’never gonna let anything happen to yeh ever again.” 

She pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling away. “I love you more.” Harry looked down one more time at her forearms, clenching his jaw and feeling muscles tighten. 

“Do it,” he asserted finally, watching Y/N nod as his eyes flickered up to the camera in a hard stare as he heard the click of the shutter. 

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