"no! Please, you're hurting me...", you beg for merci. Your boyfriend and you are in London city. He harmed you in front of your friends in a social way, called you bitch and made fun of you. You tried to speak up against him but then he grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him. And now his grip gets stronger. "shut up! It's all your fault", he says angry. "y/b/n, please! I'm begging you, I'm doing anything just.... Just let me go... And... And be more gentle with me", you beg. But your boyfriend doesn't show any merci. He gives you an angry look and he pushs you against the next wall, coming with his face near to your face. He whispers angrily: "you don't get it, right? You're MINE and I can treat you like I want to, okay? You just have to shut up and look pretty. You understand me?". Tears are rolling down your cheeks. You never thought he could be an asshole. When you met him he was so gentle and soft and lovely. But now he slaps you every day and call you slut, bitch or babe in a very disgusting way. "y/b/n.... Please... Why do you do this to me? You're..... Such a cruel man..", you whispers. He slammed his hand on the wall. "you think this is cruel?! You think you're innocent with your big eyes, full lips and cute body size? Girl, wake up!! In this world is no one more gentle than me!", he screams at you and prepare himself for hitting you with his hand, but when he was about to hit you, someone hold his hand still in the air. You're shivering and crying. Then you looked up. A tall blonde man hold his hand. "you think so, huh? Leave the girl alone. Or I will call the cops and will break your arm, did YOU understand ME?", the man ask and your boyfriend take a few steps away from you. "and now leave. And I will never see you again in this area, is this clear?", he says in an ice cold voice. Your boyfriend nods and leave you two alone. Not without calling you slut again. You look up at your savior. "thank you.... So much for your help..", you say, still
Your POV: I ended my shift. It was a boring day. Since Thomas is gone... I know I will never see him again. He's an actor. He could have every girl... I left the floor and made my way down to the entrance. When I left the hospital I was forced to stop walking. There was a guy with a bunch of roses, his back turned to me. Wait a minute. I know this hair... "Thomas? Is... Is that you?", I asked shyly. He turned his face to me and smiled. "y/n.... I.... I waited for you...", he said. I took a nod. "yeah I.... I see but... But why? It's late, you should be home and rest a bit...", I said and walked up to him. He gave me the roses. "y/n I.... I wanted to see you... And to ask you something... All theses weeks after my accident.... You were by my side and... Was always so kind. You're really special for me, y/n.... So... Would you mind to give me a chance and go out on a date with me?", he smiled and looked at me. My heart raced like crazy. My eyes filed with tears. I nodded. "yes... Yes for sure!" I told him and he smiled. We sat down in his car and went to a bar. I will never forget this night when we just talked and talked and laughed. At the end of the evening he drove me home. In his car we had our very first kiss.