I Was Never Yours

*Chapter 21

This is another one of those chapters you may want to skip if you don't like reading inappropriate things...

Also wanted to make a note on, I've warped the timeline a bit, I've made the characters all you get than they are in the movies because it works better for my story... it is a fan fiction after all 😉

Callie P.O.V
"Harry, seriously, who did that to you?" I repeat on the verge hysteria.

Harry pulls his shirt down aggressively, his eyes shifting away in shame.

"Harry!" I hiss, striding over and pulling the seam of his shirt up with a jerk. "What the fuck is this?"

"Callie stop." He mumbles, pulling the fabric out of my fingers.

"Tell me or I'll go get my Dad." I say, pulling my trump card.

"No, don't do that!" His eyes open wide, looking into mine for the first time since I walked in on him. The fear in his eyes causing my anxiety to spike, it raises the situation from some over-zealous bullying to something far more serious.

"Just tell me and I won't," I say gently.

"My Dad gets these drunken rages," he shrugs, removing his eyes from mine again.

"So the bruise on your cheek from the other day?" I ask, the pieces beginning to fit together, oddly familiar like an old forgotten song.

"Same incident." He admits, and then as if the flood gates have opened, "he always brings it down to one of two things: it was my fault my mom left, and really anything about me being gay. This time I accidentally let it slip about having a boyfriend, so I got it." He motions to his face and side, still not meeting my eyes.

"Oh my god Harry, I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to live like that." I whisper, and then add, "and you know I've lived through shit."

He nods, sniffing and swiping at his face, "I've never told anyone before." He says. Suddenly I feel incredibly awkward, I don't know if I should hug him or just let him have the moment and agree or try and make him laugh...

So instead, I walk up and reach up to his shoulder, squeezing it and say, "do you want to see my scars?" Stripping my shirt off to match him and showing him the white streaks across my back and belly. And then lifting my neck to point out the angry scars stretching over my throat and lifting my wrists, pointing to my ankles. "These ones are from the chains, I don't remember much explicitly, it was so long ago. I do dream about it sometimes though." I admit and his eyes soften. "There are more but I'm guessing you don't want to see my inner thighs so," I chuckle bitterly.

He runs a knuckle across the raised flesh on my neck and then pulls me into a hug, our naked chests pressed together, the most intimate yet natural moment I've ever experienced with a person. "I knew we were meant to be friends the second I saw you," he whispers. "You and your god awful fingernails and even worse manners." We both laugh at this and then I show him that I've already chewed and scraped off most of the paint job he did, causing him to laugh even harder. "Fuck me, you're hopeless." He pulls away, allowing me to find my pajamas.

"Want to get that booze now?" I ask, grinning devilishly.
•
•
•
Tony P.O.V

I open the door to let Katrina in and kiss her hello. "I thought we'd watch a movie or something before the 'chill' part." I say, using my fingers to make quotations.

She giggles, looping her arm through mine and I lead her through the building to the lounge, passing Callie's room on the way. The muffled sound of the Strokes and chatter makes Katrina look at me quizzically, "your daughter's room?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.