The boys besides Zayn since he was taking care of Stacy, looked at the camera and went to forcefully shut it down. "Look, Max I love being here but I can't come here with her here." Harry told the boy sitting at the table still. "It's okay Harry, I get it, my sister can be weird." He walked me to the car and opened the door. He set me back down on the floor. So I went into the Cadillac and sat down on the far side of the fancy car.
Harry got in right after me. He sat down next to me and turned to face me fully. "Why didn't you try to stop her?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Grew up in a home that was divided. And after my dad left. My mom found Christ when she needed him the most. So I don't believe in violence. Turn the other cheek kind of thing." I said while leaning my head on his shoulder. He laid his head on mine. "You need to learn when to fight back and when to turn the other cheek. I acted out of fear and anxiety." Harry sighed and looked at my wounds. Like my bleeding nose, the cut on my cheek and my messed up hair.
He pulled out his handkerchief and gently put it to my nose. I winced. "Hey, it's ok." he told me while he touched the cloth to my cut up cheek. I got tense when the boys came in and sat on the other side of the car. They kept a safe distance from us. "All done." Harry said as he pulled back. He bent down and kissed me lightly.
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Short chapter. Please vote!- G.R.
