VIII - "Hands off her."

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thanks for the reads! i hope I can finish the story before September because I'll be off to another country :/ love you all ♥ Anyway can't wait to watch shameless season 5 , even though it starts on january 2015 -.-


"Cause I'm a big girl an adult now or nearly
If I pull the wool back from my eyes I can see clearly
The world is at my feet and I am standing on the ceiling

And I fall, fall, fall, when it all comes down
And I won't be crushed by the weight of this town
I fall from the sky but I won't fall forever
I fall but when I'll rise I'll be stronger than ever.."

I rushed my steps, heavy feet behind me.  In the beginning only one, then two pairs. Fear shivered thorugh my spine and my heart raced once again.  Wasn't it enough for this day?
"Hey pretty." a man walked up to me. He was probably drunk. "Are you lost?"
I ignored him and rushed my steps to the other side of the road. Suddenly, someone grabbed by arm. It was the drunk man from before. He smelled like a dead horse.
"Don't ignore me, little girl. I can help you." he gave a horrible smile of his.
"No, I don't need your help." I let go harshly of his hold and walked past him.
"I don't think so." he laughed and caught me by my waist.
"Fucking let go!" I yelled and pushed him away, but I couldn't.
"Hoho-"
"Get your hands off her or I'll kick the shit out of you." someone yelled at him.
I looked up to see Harry with a threatening look on his face, clenching his fists in his pockets.
"You think so?" the idiot responded walking up to him.
Without waiting anymore, Harry punched him hard in the face and he fell down.
"I tell you so."  he kicked his foot at his stomach.
"Okay! Fucking stop." the old man whined.

He kicked him one more time and made his way to me.
He softly took my hand and walked away.
"Come on let's go."

After two minutes of pure silence he managed to break the distance.
"What the hell are you doing this late?" he looked at my suitcase. "What's that?"
"Turns out I'm not perfect." I spoke. "Family problems."
"Where are you going to sleep tonight?"
"Probably in the park." I shrugged looking around.
"Are you out of your own mind?" he asked surprised.
"It's nothing new. I've done it before." I replied.
He widened his eyes and then flipped his car keys out of his pocket.
"Come on." he demanded and walked away.
"Goodnight!" I waved and turned off.

"Where are you going?" he yelled at my distance.
"To the park maybe?" Duh? Where else?
"Get inside the car. Now, doofus." he laughed.
"Um, no? Why do I have-"
"You're sleeping at my place until you find something else."
"Look I know you're very kind but-"
"Just get in. I'm not doing this for kindness."
"Then why?" I asked, curious about the answer.
"Like what do you think? I'm just gonna say 'oh ok, go sleep in the park'?" he mimicked a girly voice. "That's just.. stupid." he flipped his hair. Oh god that was just so hot. Do it again. Now.
I just froze and looked at him for a moment. His huge abs, his tall body, slim legs, olive skin and ecstatic scent. His whole body screamed F-uck me.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." he smirked. "Wanna get in?"
"Whatever!" I spat and bumped in.

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