You didn’t really know Harry. He had lived
two doors down from you for the last 8 months. He had introduced himself to you
when you had moved in and you frequently saw each other while entering and
exiting the apartment building but you didn’t really know much about him.
However with your frequent interactions, your daughter had become quite fond of
him, especially because he was so nice to her and gave her a funny face or a
big smile on the way past. She had even on occasion asked to visit him when she
was bored, but had never really acted on it. She was only three after all; she
didn’t really understand he was a stranger.
After a long stressful day of work, it had
been a lot more stressful then usual, (difficult clients were the worst) and
you had just picked up your daughter from day care. It was very late and you
were very tired, and looking after a three year old on top of all that was
hard, but you did it because she was the best thing that ever happened to you.
Her father wasn’t in the picture, so you shared your little apartment with her
and all her soft toys, and that was the way you liked it.
You got her situated in the living room
with a bowl of pasta and went into the bedroom to get changed into something
more comfortable, but instead decided to rest your head on the pillow for a
moment. Only a moment later you’d fallen asleep.
After a while your daughter got restless.
She hadn’t seen her mummy around for a while. She got up and checked the
kitchen, and again the living room but couldn’t find you. When she was eating
she was so used to you being in the room with her, that she couldn’t even think
of where else you could be.
She began to get scared and upset, and
didn’t have anyone to help her. That’s when she thought of Harry.
She stood up on her tippy toes, reaching
for the door handle, and walked down the hall to his front door, softly
At first Harry thought he was hearing
things. He had the TV on, but he was mostly looking at his phone, and the knock
had been so soft he could have missed it. However when he heard it again he got
up to investigate.
Opening the door he sees your daughter, at
first he smiles but then is a little confused because firstly you are not there
and secondly your front door in wide open.
“Hey sunshine,” says Harry. “What can I do
Your daughter looks up at him with wide
eyes. “I can’t find my mummy.”
Harry looks at the little girl confused.
“Why hunny? Where’d she go?”
You daughter starts to get a little more upset,
tears starting to form at the bottom of her eyes, “I dunno. She gone somewhere
Harry looked at your daughter
sympathetically. He didn’t know much about you but he could tell you were a
good mum. He was sure you wouldn’t have just left her alone in the apartment.
“Well how about we go and have a look
alright munchkin?” he asked. She just nodded in response.
He lifted her onto his hip and walked back
into your apartment, knocking on the open door first, but receiving no reply.
Harry looked around the living room. He
couldn’t see anything weird or strangely out of place.
“Where is mum usually hun? He asked your
daughter in a soft voice.
You daughter snuffled. “I dunno. She’s
always just with me.”
Harry chuckled under his breath. “Where’s
her bedroom. Did you check there?”
You daughter shook her head. “No. Id
fordot,” she mumbled into Harry’s shoulder, pointing in the direction of the
It was then that Harry saw your sleeping
form and chuckled under his breath again. You daughter squirmed and jumped out
of his arms.
“Mummy I found you!” she yelled waking you
up from your sleep.
You woke up with a shock, first from your
daughter’s loud voice, and then because of the man standing at the end of your
bed. It only took you a moment to realize who it was though.
“Harry? What are you doing here?” you asked
running your hand through you hair.
He laughed. “Your daughter couldn’t find
you so she came and asked for some help. That’s all. I’m glad you’re ok.”
You laughed and squeezed your daughter into
a hug. “You silly billy! I was right here!” you giggled.
She laughed. “Sorry mummy!” Now that she
had found you she was content and happy, going back to her dinner and movie in
the living room.
You looked back at Harry. “I’m so sorry
about that. She’s so silly sometimes.”
He laughed. “It’s alright. I’m glad she
trusts me enough that she can ask for help.”
You smiled. “Me too. But I hope it wasn’t
too much trouble. I mean she interrupted your night and…” before you could
finish he interrupted you.
“I honestly didn’t mind. She’s very cute.
Just like her mum.”
You smiled and blushed, a little taken for
“Anytime. But maybe next time she turns up
at my door, you can come to.”
You went with Justin to an interview about how tour is doing. You’re standing behind the camera man and Justin has a straight face the whole time and you just want to see his beautiful smile. The interviewer: “let’s get a little deep…. how are you and Y/N? Does she go with you on tour?”
Justin: “Yeah she comes down and stays with me on the bus for a couple weeks and we hang out together after the shows we try tondo small dates butbits hard. Then I sadly have to send her home.” He pouts. Behind the camera man you glare at him making funny faces trying to make him laugh just a little, you were bored and tired you have heard the same questions the last couple days as Justin had interviews, Justin takes a glance over at you and he bends forward laughing at the faces *gif* as the interviewer turns to look, you stop and stand still, when he looks away you blow Justin a kiss and a small wink and wait for this interview to be over.
Warnings: talk of sexual assault, hurt/comfort, cursing
A/N: I have debated about posting this for a long time. I figured that maybe… it might help someone. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated as always. I love you so much.
Dean watched your body hit the wall next to him. You and Dean were here to get rid of a shapeshifter, only to be interrupted by a demon. The shapeshifter got away and the demon tossed you around like a rag doll. Dean could see how hurt you were. It tore him up inside. He was going to kick this demon’s ass.
As soon as Dean climbed to his feet, the demon exited the human it was possessing. “Oh come on,” Dean shouted. “You coward son of a bitch!” As the black smoke disappeared out of the window, Dean’s eyes darted over to your body. You were still lying on the floor. You were lying face down, almost in the fetal position. Dean saw the blood and bruises that covered your face. He winced, unsure if he should move you at all. He didn’t want to cause you any pain. There was no way Dean was going to leave you here.
The Winchester picked you up off of the floor, leaning you against the wall you hit not too long ago. You were limp in his hands. He made sure to check your pulse. You were still breathing, but just barely. You had cuts and bruises all over you.