Tell Me The Truth -H.S. AU

14

I never called Harry.

I wanted to. A few times I almost did, but I figured giving him a peaceful Sunday, where I wasn't dragging him into my drama, was something he deserved.

I was able to cover up the severity of my head wound with makeup so that it didn't look so bad, and I wore jeans and a sweatshirt to hide the bruises all over my skin. I dug my black Doc Martens out of my closet to help hide the bandage that I rewrapped around my ankle this morning.

Somehow, I managed to avoid the rest of my family all day yesterday, but once I'm at work, I know I'll probably run into my dad, at least. He's one of my favorite people in the world, but can be sort of oblivious, so I don't think he'll ask too many questions about my head.

I flip the kickstand of my bike down and swing my bag over my shoulder to walk into the garage. I spot Harry's curls sticking out from over the seat of a bike he's working on and I make my way through the sea of motorcycle parts and sweaty older men to get to him.

I sit on the rolling stool next to the bike and look down at him sitting on his knees, fiddling with a piece of the engine in his hands. He hasn't noticed me yet, focused on his work, so I take the opportunity to freely scan his body with my eyes. He has an American flag bandana tied in his hair to keep it out of his eyes and the white T-shirt covering his torso is covered in grease stains. His tight black jeans are straining on his thighs as he wiggles around trying to get the part to fit on the bike and I have to pull my eyes away from the fern tattoo on his hip that's peeking out at me from where his shirt rode up.

I look back to his face, thanking God that he hasn't noticed me still, because I have no idea how long I was checking him out.

"Hi." I finally speak up, the metal piece he was toying with falls out of his hands and clatters to the ground. He rests his hands on his thighs and looks up at me.

"I almost had it too." He says frustrated, but he smiles at me.

"Sorry." I mutter, setting my bag on the floor next to me and slide off the stool, picking up the part he dropped. "Maybe I can help?"

"Actually, yeah." He agrees. He moves back from the bike a little, his hand snaking around my waist to pull me to the spot he just was. "Your hands are smaller than mine. That piece needs to go back onto this one."

He leans forward and points to a part of the engine that is missing it's connecter piece. His chest is pressed up against my back and he guides my hand to where it needs to go.

"Yeah, right there." He whispers as I put the two ends together, nearly dropping it when his hot breath fans down my neck. "Perfect."

The two pieces click together and I drop my hands into my lap. Harry reaches around me to secure a bolt next to the part I just put back, his other hand resting on my hip.

"You're amazing." He praises in my ear and a shiver runs down my spine. I don't think he even realizes that he's doing it, but his thumb rubs up and down over my T-shirt, causing goosebumps to raise underneath the material.

"The fuck are you guys doing?" Cas interrupts us and I jump to my feet while Harry stays on his knees next to the bike.

"Violet was helping me fix something." Harry says nonchalantly, gathering up his tools before standing up.

"Mhm." Cas shoots me a knowing look and turns to walk away.

I can feel how flushed my face is and I turn my back toward Harry, taking a deep breath. Nothing he was saying or doing was inherently sexual, I just think there's something wrong with me, because I'm definitely hot right now.