Bonded

Chapter Twenty Nine

Isaac was silent for a long time as he paced back and forth. He hadn't glanced once in Harry's direction since their previous conversation. He eventually grabbed his work tablet off the table and started sending out emails that Harry could only assume were important. Normally, Harry would follow Isaac around, apologising and trying to help, but he didn't have it in him at that moment. He couldn't beg for the attention he knew he wouldn't receive, especially since he already knew who occupied Isaac's mind.

He didn't deserve any pity though and was wrong for expecting anything in the first place. Especially since he was forcing Isaac to clean up his mess. Harry hung his head low and curled in on himself. It would have been so much easier if Isaac had just been mad at him. At least if he was being yelled at or told off he would be distracted from his inner turmoil.

Maybe being ignored was the price he was going to have to pay for causing all of this. A vision of Louis also ignoring him crossed his mind and his heart ached anew. He closed his eyes and tried to convince himself that, no matter what happened, he would be satisfied as long as Louis was okay.

There was a light rapping on the door before Mr. Wilson walked in. Fear took over Harry's body and he instinctively took two steps closer to Isaac.

The move did not escape the eyes of the experienced A and very quickly there was a shift in the room and Harry could feel a weight come down and lift some of the heaviness off his shoulders. He tried to sneak a glance behind him, but he was too afraid to actually look. Mr. Wilson slowly shut the door and turned to give Isaac an unhappy glare.

Looking away in denial, Isaac reluctantly backed away, distancing himself from both Harry and Mr. Wilson.

Harry could feel his stomach drop as the space between him and his partner grew. Panic started to sink in as he suddenly felt very alone.

Mr. Wilson slowly made his way behind his desk to his chair, unbuttoning and rolling up both of his sleeves as he went. "Harry," he called out softly, "come over here please."

Harry flinched and his arms wrapped around himself. He approached slowly, having to fight the urge to run with each step.

Mr. Wilson leaned over and grabbed a throw pillow off of the little couch behind him and tossed it on the floor between them. "It'll be okay," he promised. "Come a bit closer and kneel on that please." He then released more pheromones to try and calm Harry's trembles.  

The extra pheromones were like a weight, pulling Harry to his knees. He shivered as he went down, unable to deny the request. His face pinkened at the thought of Isaac watching him, witnessing his chastisement, but once he was down the desk hid him from view and it didn't take long for Harry to forget that Isaac was even in the room with them.

Once Harry settled, Mr. Wilson wheeled his chair a bit closer, and leaned forward, resting his forearms against his knees. "Can I see where you got hurt?" he asked.

Harry's mind was numb as he complied wordlessly, turning his whole upper torso and tilting his head down, to reveal the back of his head. Mr. Wilson leaned even closer to inspect the wounds thoroughly. The two cuts weren't very big but the glue holding the skin tightly together was very visible. "Is it hurting right now?" He asked as he sat up and walked the chair back a little. "Ben said you were only willing to take one pain pill but there seems to be a lot of bruising."

Harry turned back around, and gripped his knees hard as he stared at the floor, straining to keep everything inside. "It's not hurting," he lied. There definitely was an ache in his head but it was easily ignorable compared to the pain that gripped his chest.

Mr. Wilson sighed and Harry could feel his shoulders hunch defensively. He squeezed his eyes shut and his breath caught in his throat as he waited. Waited for the stream of anger to flow.