I approached the front door, scared of what I could find myself with. It was horrible. Ed was on the floor trying to defend himself from-was it him? Was Harry actually punching him? "Stop!" I yelled, running up to them. Harry suddenly looked up, staring at me. Ed, without thinking punched Harry back, seeing he was defenseless. "Will you two stop it already?" I said, getting closer. They looked at each other again. I was afraid they would go back to what they were doing, but instead, they helped each other up. "Sorry man." Harry said. "Yeah, me too. This was all a big misunderstanding." I just stood there, silent. "Y/N, can you help Harry? I'll go wash up and watch the kids." I nodded, seeing I had no choice. Harry and I walked upstairs to the bathroom. Harry stood there while I searched for the First Aid kit. I finally found it and got the rubbing alcohol out while Harry washed his face. I sat on the counter next to the sink, waiting for him to finish. I opened my legs so Harry could stand between them. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" I asked. "Well I would, but I have a feeling I'll be in pain." He replied, eyeing the rubbing alcohol. I laughed a little and lightly dabbed some on his lip. He grasped my leg. "Sorry." I whispered. I put a little more. He grabbed my thigh even tighter. "I-I'm sorry." I said, looking at him worried. He opened his eyes and looked into my eyes. I felt his warm breath. I grabbed the side of his face and put some alcohol on his eyebrow. But he didn't close his eyes this time. His eyes were still fixed on me.
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FanfictionY/N and Harry are divorced, but there's something that makes them see each other: their two children. Discover the truth behind the couple and their divorce as things get better or worse.
