Tell Me The Truth -H.S. AU

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The past week has been...interesting.

My dad has allowed me to take as much time off work as I need to play nurse for Harry, bless him. It seemed like Harry got worse before he started to really heal, and despite him disagreeing every time I say it, I think he's getting better.

"Why is the left side of my body so stiff ?" Harry asks, annoyed and not really expecting an answer.

I reach my hands out toward him and help pull him off the bed and towards the bathroom. He's struggled by himself through his last few showers, but I finally got through his pride and convinced him to let me help.

"Because you're healing, baby." I say softly as I lead him into the bathroom and shut the door. I peel his shirt off his body and smile up at him, but his face seems to be stuck in a scowl today.

"I feel like an invalid." He grumbles. "You shouldn't have to live like this. Just put me in a home."

"Oh shut up." I giggle, but his lips are still turned down in a frown and his eyebrows are furrowed.

I reach behind him and turn the water on in the shower. I feel his hand slide over my hip and around my back, pulling me against his bare chest. I try to separate our bodies, but he holds me to him.

"Harry." I warn, but my voice shakes too much to be stern.

He hums lowly and buries his face in my hair. His lips brush over my neck lightly and a shiver runs down my spine.

We have been surprisingly good this past week, a few long kisses and lingering touches, but really, Harry has been in too much pain to try much. Apparently he is finding his strength for that again. Which really is a good sign if you think about it.

"You smell so pretty." Harry whispers, leaning down to plant a kiss on the curve of my neck.

Despite my best effort, I melt into him and curse at myself under my breath. I feel a smile on his lips against my neck and I allow him to kiss up and down my skin for just a moment before I push off the wall behind him and separate us.

"Get in." I tell him and he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Yes ma'am." He mutters and I roll my eyes.

My stomach flips when he hooks his thumbs under the elastic of his boxers and pulls them down his legs. He smirks when I avert my eyes and he turns around to step under the stream of water.

"Aren't you coming in?" He asks, squinting one eye open to look at me when his wet curls fall over his face.

"Do you really think that's a good idea, Harry?" I cock an eyebrow at him and lean against the wall.

"I thought you were going to help me." He says, baffled, and points to his injured left side. "What are you going to do? Stand out there and shoot me with the hose like a dog?"

I laugh a little, but when my eyes fall to the scars forming on his torso, my heart drops. We are able to remove the bandaids for his showers now, but have to dress the wounds immediately after.

The site is bigger than I thought it would be. There's bruising around the scars and you can still see the stitches holding him together. His skin is angry and red still, but the area around where the bullets entered him is the worst I have seen.

"Fine." I mutter in defeat and strip off my shirt and pull my underwear down my legs.

I did go home at one point, to get some of my own stuff, because I was tired of wearing Harry's boxers and using his deodorant. I made sure that it was during a time that no one would be home, so I didn't have to talk about anything. I grabbed the voodoo box as well, along with the polaroids of my first dozen injuries from Johnny to drop off at the police station to Detective Maria. I made sure not to look at them.