Harper’s face is red as she’s blushing. She covers her face as she run. She is so shy of the guys. She never thought of meeting such guys as her neighbor. This is quite unbelievable for a goodie-two shoe girl like Harper She’s smiling as she’s shy. Without looking what is in her way, she suddenly trip over a rock as she try to get on to the pavement. The happy in her face turns the face in pain. Her knees are bleeding.
“Oh my god, this is hurt after years.”
Harper said and she tries to put on herself up to go home. But her ankle suddenly sprained. She falls back to the ground, kneeing, with wounded knees. Darcy holds her bleeding knees, and start to tears up.
“Are you okay,Harper?” She looks up to the person that said that from above of her sitting down the ground holding her wounded knees. It’s Zayn. Zayn grinned
“I said, are you okay? You need my help?”
Harper wipes out her tears quickly and stand up “Yeah, I’m alright” she said arrogantly, wanting to go home without seeing Zayn because of her shyness. Suddenly, she can’t stand her ankle, she start to fall to the ground. Hastily, Zayn grab her by her torso.
“You are not alright. Let me bring you home. Let me recover you”
Zayn carries her home. Zayn is going to the different direction as Harper expected him to bring her to, her home. But instead, Zayn brings Harper to his home. In her mind, she keeps on saying
“Oh Lord, please let me be strong. Please dear Lord”
She coiled up in Zayn’s arms as he carries her with her pain. The wounds don’t feels anything. All her pain seems so far away. Deep in her heart, Zayn’s named carved slowly of his kindness towards her.
“Where are you bringing me to?” She asked.
“Well, Harper I did ask you to come in right?” “So I’m bringing you to my home. Let’s have a chat, shall we?”
With Harper in his arms, Zayn couldn’t ring the bell as he’s at the front door. Harper put her arms around Zayn’s neck, holding on to him. Zayn know she couldn’t ring the bell too, so he brings up one of his feet, ring the bell. Harper remains at his arms with her hands around his neck.
As usual, if Dane is the only one home, he will be taking the door, late. While waiting for the door, Zayn starts to whistle. Harper slowly turns her head looking at Zayn, with her annoyed face, “Please stop that”
“Why? It’s a habit of mine. I can’t stand doing nothing.” Zayn explained.
“Is that so? Well I find it quite irritating.”
Zayn grinned and say “I didn’t expect that you really brave enough to ask me to stop doing what I’m doing”
Harper nailed and keeps her mouth shut, nods her head down. “Relax; I’m just playing with you”
She remains quiet after what Zayn just said about her bravery over him. “I didn’t know that I can actually talk to him. Oh god, please make me stronger” She said in her mind while smiling.
“What’s with your smile there, sweetie?”
“Sweetie?!” Harper asked him.
Before Zayn continue, the door opened.
“Heh, sorry, I can’t find my way to the door.” Dane said.
“You always take time to open the door” Zayn said while carrying Harper inside.
Zayn placed her on a couch “You sit here while I go get some change.” Zayn go upstairs and go to his room.
Harper can’t bear her pain on the knees anymore. She calls Dane over, “Excuse me, err Deen?”
