Silmavion [H.S]

Chapter 31

Louis and Harry were not here. Niall was asleep in the living room and I was waiting for them to arrive.

Not to mention it's four am.

I checked my phone for the millionth time to see if any of them sent me messages but none of them did.

I kept texting them, asking if they were okay but they didn't reply.

I huff and lay down in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Just me and my thoughts.

The silence was too loud, almost uncomfortable.

I close my eyes uncontrollably, it was almost like I didn't have any control over my body. Everything that happened was pretty.... traumatizing? I don't even know how to describe the feeling.

It hurts that even after everything, Harry doesn't even explain something like that to me. Even though if I'm involved in it, he just doesn't want to tell me.

Maybe that's just who he is.

"Shit..." I hear a muffled voice, along with some other weird noises.

I slowly open my eyes and the first thing I see is a shadow standing in front of my bed, with something in their hand.

I widen my eyes in horror and open my mouth to scream Niall's name but the shadow man covers my mouth with his hand. I quickly bring my foot to kick between his legs, making him squirm in the bed.

"Nia—!"

"It's me! Harry! Jesus..." He yells, one hand between his legs. I narrow my eyes to look at him but he quickly turns on the lamp on the bedside table. I squeeze my eyes as they try to adjust to the dim light.

"What the fuck, Harry!"

He sighs as he gives me an apologetic look, making my heart sink as I look at the sprite can he was holding.

"What's that?" I ask in suspense. When I look at him again, I see his face covered in blood. "Harry what happened, are you oka—"

"It's fine."

I shake my head and gently hold his jaw. He looks down at his lap, like he was embarrassed.

"It's not as bad as it looks like." He goes to explain but I shake my head.

"Does it hurt?" I ask instead, stroking his cheek with my thumb. When he shakes his head as a no, I sigh. "I know it does. Let's clean you up, yeah?"

He nods, still not looking at me. "Yeah."

I hold his hand and take him to the bathroom. I quickly grab a ball of cotton and wetting it.

"Can I touch you?" I ask and he immediately nods his head.

"Always."

I bring the cotton ball to his face to clean up the blood on his face. He looked like he was punched in the nose and jaw multiple times. I'm surprised that they weren't broken.

This all feels like deja vu.

"Uh—"

"You don't need to explain it to me." I cut him off but he shakes his head.

"No, I owe you an explanation."

I sigh and grab another ball of cotton. "You don't owe me anything, Harr—"

"I do. At least now, after everything you saw tonight."

I don't say anything. I know I want and need an explanation but if he is not comfortable with it then that's fine. I have to respect that.