My Bully's Brother

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"Ow!" Harry whines when the ice comes into contact with his now bruised bottom rib. He shuffles back against the kitchen counter that he was placed on to try avoid the cold box.

"I'm sorry babe, I'll get you some painkillers after you've settled down." Brad curses while trying to make placing an ice pack on Harry's rib as painless as possible.

It's been around half an hour since Harry had arrived at Brad's house and as soon as the boy entered he asked where the bathroom was and cried his heart out as quietly as possible. At the time Harry was heartbroken and scared to be with Brad alone but what surprised him was when the boy exited the bathroom, Brad was there to comfort him in the calmest way possible. Harry has even grown to just accept the uncomfortable pet names if it meant that he was receiving the care that Louis lacked giving him.

"There we go just keep it on there." Brad hums after managing to keep Harry still with the ice. "I don't think any major damage has been done just a few bruises."

Harry huffs and rolls his eyes sassily. "This is your fault."

However, Harry's eyes widen when he realises what he just said to his childhood bully and he gulps with fear. Luckily though, Brad doesn't seem to angry.

The footballer furrows his eyebrows and looks at the boy defensively. "Mine? It's not my fault Will decided to go against the plan."

What plan?!

Harry just sighs and winces again from the pain in his chest making Brad look at him sympathetically. "I'm going to get you some paracetamol. Don't move."

The curly boy throws his head back against one of the kitchen cupboards above him and tries to hold back more tears from flowing. He doesn't want to be here with Brad; he wants to be with Louis. Harry wants Louis to comfort him and wipe his tears away, he wants Louis to rub his back as he struggles to swallow the pills and he wants Louis to hold him as he falls asleep to try and forget the painful events of this afternoon.

None of that is possible though, due to Louis' decisions.

He's probably just chilling out in his room.

Brad returns with the paracetamol and fills up a glass of water for Harry to take before handing it over to the tried looking boy. Harry takes the items nervously and chokes down the pills before coughing repeatedly which only makes his body ache more.

Brad laughs at him. "Of course you can't even swallow pills properly."

Harry wipes his mouth but stays silent as self consciousness surrounds his mind. He hasn't even got the energy to feel upset about it beacuse he's too mentally drained and all his mind is focusing on is wanting to be in Louis' arms, no matter how angry he is with the older boy.

"Right I guess I have a lot of explaining to do." Brad sighs before helping Harry down off the counter. "Let's go to my room, come on."

Harry gulps but follows Brad up the stairs nevertheless as he doesn't want to cause any more trouble today—even if he's uncomfortable with being in the footballer's room.

Once the pair are inside the privacy of Brad's room, Brad chucks a load of books from out of his bag on the bed and stares at Harry expectedly. The curly boy only scrunches his nose up as he looks around the messy and stuffy bedroom. Harry thinks Louis' room is a lot cleaner and nicer.

Enough about Louis.

"Well? I'm not doing Will's homework." Brad raises his eyebrows and gestures to the mass of books on the bed.

The strings within Harry's heart pull with defeat. "Oh, r-right sorry."

Harry scrambles over to the bed and gathers all of Will's books before deciding to sit cross-legged on the floor. It's only now that Harry remembers that he has to do Brad's homework as well which is going to take forever. However, after a few minutes Harry notices that Brad is writing something familiar to him. "You're doing your homework?"