Harris's P.O.V:

I cornered her in the entryway of the south doors. ”[y/n], let me see.“ I held out my hands towards her arm. "Get away from me, you idiot!” tears started to stream down her face. “I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to know if you’re okay. This isn’t right.” She frowned, “Why do you care anyway? You were just trying to protect all the other girls from me. You don’t actually care about me.” I felt a lump start to form in my throat because I knew what she was saying wasn’t true. I cared. No girl deserves that kind of treatment. “You don’t understand, [y/n]! I care about you just as much as any other girl. I just don’t want to see this,” I gently rolled her sleeve up, “happen to you.” Her eyes slowly lifted up to mine. “Is there anyway that I can help you, [y/n]? I’m here to talk.”