Revive [Harry Styles]

Chapter Forty-One

Harrys POV

I set Jesse down on the couch lightly careful to not wake her. I was holding her for so long. I was scared she'd fall apart in my arms I was scared she'd push me away or not do anything. That was the worst and she did it she didn't do anything. I carried her home because she fell asleep in my arms. I carried her home because I didn't want to stop holding her.

Her house is a mess but I'll clean it. The last thing she needs is to do something. It makes sense now though. How she'd start cleaning out of no where or how she'd purposely ask me 21 questions. She wanted a distraction from all the memories that must jump back up. How she becomes tense or flinches..

I crouch down to pick up the glass and I make sure to wipe all the blood away. I wash her dirty dishes. I sweep and mop the floor too. Maybe I should cook for her. Make her feel okay, better. Maybe I should run a bath for her so when she wakes up she'll feel better and more relaxed.

I can't help but go back to what she told me. I know I've been telling her to let me and to tell me. But damn man if I knew it was this bad I would of never kept pushing her. Her fucken mum how could she. She was a child a baby and she came out of her how just could she say you hate your child? It makes no sense? I can't even imagine how much pain that brought my Jesse. To think that your own mum doesn't want you that must of broke her in a million pieces. And her fucken dad. I don't even want to hear the rest of the story because if she says what I think she's gonna say I'll lose it. I'd find that bastard myself and kill him. I'd kill him with out a second thought.

My hands grip the edge of the counter so tightly I think I'm gonna break it. Until a smaller hand reaches for mine and I release it. I release the table but the nagging feeling is still there. It's still taking over my mind my thoughts. The unanswered questions and the answers I'm not sure I want to hear.

"What's wrong?" Her voice is so quite I almost miss it. I wish I did because the questions strikes me with just that, anger.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that are you okay?" I still don't turn around to look at her. I can't bring myself to. Because now I'll know why theirs pain behind her blue eyes.

"I'm fine just a little tired" she goes to reach for a glass cup and pours water in it.

"I was gonna run you a bath and maybe cook for us just so you could you know relax.." My voice trails off at the end. I'm not sure how I'm suppose to say it.

"A bath sounds good but you can't cook if your life depended on it and I still owe all the guys a dinner for two weeks so invite everyone please while I go shower" she doesn't wait for my reply she goes straight up to her room. I hear the door slam and I want to bang my fist against the counter.

How can she act like nothing happend? Like she didn't just tell me something that she's never told anyone? 'Just call the boys' like what?? I want her to just let loose I want her to cry if she needs to or break things I want her to yell at me.. I just want her to do something instead of just saying she's fine.

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"So you and Jess are okay now?" Niall ask while he has his legs propped up on my lap.

"Yeah we're okay" I rest my head on the beck of the cushion. Ever since she's told me my head feels heavy and just tired all around.

"Louis is talking to her right now" Liam chimes in. I look over at him and see that Nialls laying his head on Liam's lap.

"Why did Zayn go?"

"I'm not sure he's been moody lately"

"The moody guy is standing right behind you" Zayn sits on Nialls stomach and Niall let's out a grunt.