From The Dining Table [H.S]

The Man I Want Him To Be

Primrose's POV:

*buzz buzz*

My eyes fluttered open weakly, as my head hung lowly in my knees. I'd fallen asleep while I was crying. I don't know how long I was asleep for, but it felt like forever. I groaned to myself as I repositioned my head in my lap.

*buzz buzz*

"Ughh!" I moaned, pulling my head up to lock eyes with my phone resting on the counter.

*buzz buzz*

Reaching up weakly, I grabbed my phone and pulled it in-front of me. I rubbed my eyes, clearing my vision as they focused on the text beaming on my phone screen.

Harry Styles

Decilne              Accept
Call                      Call

Accepting the call, I slouched back down against the fridge. "Mmmm hello?" I mumbled.

"Primrose? Are you okay?" Harry says frantically, his tone worried.

"No." I say flatly, staring at the floor as tears looked in my eyes again. I stayed silent for a few moments as I desperately fought the urge to cry.

"What happened, P. Please, talk to me. I got your text. I'm so sorry I didn't call you earlier." Harry apologies, and his words ache against my pounding head. Tears stream out my eyes as I quietly sob to myself, reliving what happened earlier.

"H-he touched me, Harry." I stutter, my speech broken by my sobs.

"Who? Who touched you?!" Harry barks.

"He said he was just helping me." I say to myself, forgetting Harry was even there.

"Who, Prim?" Harry says, calmer than before.

"The- the man. I dropped a glass, and he said he would help me. He was just helping me. Then he touched me." I explain weakly.

"Touched you?" Harry questions, knowing what I meant but not wanting to admit it to himself.

At this point I'd fully broken down crying. Tears flooded my raw skin, as painful cries forced their way out my rough throat. I sniffles relentlessly as I cried to Harry. "He slapped my ass, Harry. And you weren't there. You didn't save me. Where were you, Harry?" I sob deliriously.

"Primrose, I'm so sorry. You're okay now. Listen to my voice Pri-,"

"No, Harry!" I interrupt. "You didn't help me. He backed me up into a corner, and told me all these disgusting things about myself. Angel saved me - but not merely soon enough." I shout, not caring how much I didn't make sense.

"Primrose! Listen to me. My voice. Listen to it. Hear my words. It's familiar. It's warm. It's comforting. It's me, Prim. It's Harry, and I'm here now, baby." Harry soothes.

"D-don't call me baby." I laugh in between sniffles.

Harry exhales a small laugh. "Primrose, are you okay?" He asks calmly.

"No. I'm not. I feel violated. I feel dirty. And, all I want is you. I want to curl up in your arms, while you sing to me and play with my hair. I just want to feel safe, Harry. With you." I admit, my crying fading into a quiet sob.