You shouldn't love me//Larry Stylinson

Chapter 2

HARRY POV

Unbelievable, I thought, Simon really wants me to starts dating someone. I'm fine being single, I mean sure I do get a little lonely sometimes but I still didn't want to be forced into a relationship with someone I don't even know let alone love. He says it's for publicity. But what about me!?! What about my feelings. Sighing I kick a rock across the sidewalk. I'm glad that there isn't any fans or paparazzi around, I don't think I would be able to handle that.

My thoughts are cut off by a scream for help.
I pick up the pace looking around to see where the scream come from.
I pass a dark alley and see two figures. One is on the floor and doesn't seem to be moving ,while the other it's standing over him kicking his over and over again.

. "Hey!" I shout, " get away from him,"

The kid looks up his eyes widening when he sees me and he takes off running.

" yeah you better run," I yell after him.

I step closer to the boy who's on the floor and gasp at the damage.
His face is streaked with blood and tears. His eyes are closed tightly and his breath is coming in gasps. I lift up his shirt and suck in my breath.

His skin was black and blue, I don't think there was any normal colored skin left. Lowering his shirt I brush his hair out of his face. He has a few deep gashes on his forehead and cheek.

I decide to take him home as my house is only a block away.
Gingerly I slid my hands under his body. Something about touching him just seems so right. He lets out a small whimper and my heart breaks. I lift him off the ground and carry him bridal style.  Luckily there wasn't very many people out because it was late an I made it back to my house safely.

I carefully walk upstairs with him still in my arms and gently lay him onto my bed.

He cry's out in pain when my hand brushes his ribs. I flinch and feel extremely guilty. Carefully I peel off his blood soaked shirt and throw it in the trash. Grabbing my first aid kit, I pull out my bruise cream. I start applying it all over his stomach. He whimpers occasionally. I very carefully flip him onto his stomach as soon as the cream on his stomach drys.

I notice a gash across his back and I pull out the cleaning alcohol.
Not knowing if he can hear me or not I lean down close to his ear and whisper, " this is gonna hurt , ok."
Then I pour it into the cut. He stiffened up for a bit but quickly relaxed.

After a lot of bandages, rubbing alcohol, bruise cream and pain, I feel confident I did my best.

My bed is now covered in blood and my room smell like a hospital but I couldn't care less.

Grabbing one of my t-shirts I gently slip it over his head and place his arms through it as he was only in his boxers because I had to clean the cut on his knees.

The shirt was huge on him as it was so cute. Carefully I scoop him up off my bed and carry him into the guest room.

After tucking him in, I leave to go change my sheets and clean up everything.

I smile to myself. Even though I haven't seen the boy awake or heard his voice yet I was pretty sure I was already in love. He was just so tiny and cute. And probably way too young, my brain reminded me. I sighed and walked towards the kitchen. Silently hoping he wasn't under 18.