Harry sits on the closed toilet lid while I sit in the bath. We don't talk for about five minutes, but Harry finally speaks after that. "How are you feeling, love?" He whispers. His voice cracks on the word 'love.' From how scared and worried he looked, probably knew that I was raped.

I was going to answer and tell him that I was okay, but I tell him something else instead, ignoring his question. "Dad," I start, tears forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything I told you earlier today." I was referring to when I told him I hated him. I began to sob as I realize that I was so disrespectful to Harry. He was being a great father.

"Shh. I know, I know," Harry comforts me. "I don't care about the past. I just want you to feel safe and comfortable. I want to protect you, El," he says looking me in the eyes. I nod my head. "I know it may be hard, but can you tell me what happened?" Harry  asks.

"I was walking home," I says, but burst into tears before I can continue. Harry squats down next to me and rubs my back. I regain my posture and continue. "And some guy grabbed me. A-and he r-raped me," I say, whispering the last part. Harry was probably ashamed of me. If I had been a normal daughter, I would not have run away and this wouldn't have happened.

"I'm sorry, El. I should have been checking up on you in your room. I promise we're going to get everything sorted out. Do you remember what the man looked like, love?" Harry asks. I shake my head. It was too dark for me to see anything. "That's okay, love. We're going to go to the doctors tomorrow and make sure everything is alright. I'll call the cops too, to let them know about the man," he informs. I nod my head, not saying a word.

"Hey, I know this has been a tough weekend so far, but we can still enjoy the rest of the night, alright? How about we get you into some comfy clothes and go hang out in the living room?" Harry says; he was really trying to make me have an enjoyable night.

I nod my head and he smiles. "I'll go grab you some clothes. I'll be right back," he says and exits the bathroom. When he comes back he places the clothes on the toilet seat where he used to be sitting. "I'm going to go get changed too. I'll meet you downstairs?" He says and I nod.

After Harry leaves my room I drain the tub and get out. I feel better know that Harry wasn't mad at me right now and I wouldn't have to spend my night alone crying. I put on the pajamas from Harry and walk downstairs.

I get downstairs and see Harry popping some popcorn in the microwave. "Go sit down on the couch, love. I'll be right there," he says. Following his instructions, I go to the couch and sit in the middle.

After a few minutes of silently waiting, I feel a blanket fall over my head. I giggle, knowing it was Harry, and take it off to see him standing by me with a smile. "That was mean," I say, attempting to keep a straight face.

"I know," Harry says sassily. He is such a drama queen. Harry sits on the couch next to me and lifts me up so I was on his lap. I'm not exactly sure how he did that; I am very heavy. "We're going to get this all figured out, okay?" Harry says while hugging me. I lay down on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat on my cheek, and nod my head. I believe in Harry.

"Dad?" I ask.

"What's up?" Harry replies.

"Can we go play the piano. I won't cry this time," I say with a smile.

Harry returns the smile and says, "of course, love. Let's go."

He picks me up off the couch and places me on his hip as we begin to walk downstairs into the room with the piano.

When we arrive in the recording studio Harry places me on my feet and I walk over to the piano bench. The sheet music that we never looked at from last time is still there. I look at the song title: If I Could Fly.

"What's this song?" I ask. I don't think I have ever heard it before.

Harry sits down with his phone and tells me, "it's one of my bands songs from our new album. This is what it sounds like." He presses play on the YouTube video and wraps his arm abound me.

As the song finishes I look up at Harry. "That was really good, Dad," I say to him.

"Well, thank you, love," he replies and places a kiss on my forehead. "You'll be able to play it in no time."

Harry starts by showing me how to play the left hand with the chords. Thankfully I still remember how to read sheet music, so learning the bass part wasn't too complicated. "You play the left hand and I'll play the right hand," Harry says, moving to the other side of the piano. "You should sing too. I know you like to sing," he says nudging me.

"Well, you have to sing too," I mumble. "It's your song."

Harry laughs. "A duet it is," he says.

I smile and start to play. The left hand was pretty simple; there was only four chords in the song. Harry begins to sing, "If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you." He was a fantastic singer. If only I was half as talented as him. I sound like a dying animal.

Despite my horrendous voice, I join him in the next lyric. "I think I might give up everything, just ask me to," we sing together. For some reason my didn't actually sound that bad when we sang together. I actually kind of liked it.

When the chorus comes Harry continues to play piano, but he doesn't sing anymore. "For your eyes only, I'll show you my heart. For when you're lonely and forget who you are," I sing. From the corner of my eye I could see Harry smiling. He was probably making fun of my shitty voice in his head.

The song ends with Harry and I both singing, "For your eyes only." I take my hands off the piano and look over at Harry. He looks back at me.

"El, that was beautiful. That song was meant for you to sing," he says seriously.

"No, Dad. Your voice is what made it great," I say, not believing that he could think my voice sounds nice.

Harry shakes his head. "You don't know what you're talking about," he jokes. "Your voice is perfect."

Harry pulls me in for a hug and I melt into his arms. Today has been pretty awful, but this past hour with Harry and the piano has definitely been one of the best experiences of my life. "Go to sleep, love. I'll bring you upstairs," Harry says, noticing that my eyes were slowly closing. I nod my head and close my eyes fully, falling into a peaceful slumber.