Fix a heart (h.s.) ✔

Hurt

Luna's P.O.V.

"Pass me the salt, darling?", Anne's sweet voice rang through my ears as she looked at me, smiling softly.
"Yes, of course. Here you go.", I replied, handing it over.
"So Luna how are you? Harry doesn't tell me anything anymore!", the woman in front of me exclaimed, making Harry chuckle embaressed.
"I'm fine. I've gotten a few days off, so I'll probably be meeting up with a few friends of mine wich I'm looking forward to.", I explained, continuing to eat the delicious pasta in front of me.
"Oh that sounds nice. What do you like to do in your free time?", she continued, taking a sip of her red wine.
"Well I like to hang out with my friends and also shopping, but I'm looking at the stuff more than buying it. I rather tag along with Eleanor and give advice to her than getting anything for myself.", I said, smiling at the thought of my best friend.
"Oh Eleanor Calder right? Isn't she Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend?", Des interferred, looking at his son.
Harry seemed to be stunned by his father actually taking part in the conversation, so I quickly answered for him.
"Yes, she's my best friend. That is actually why me and Harry kept in contact after we met. Louis brought him along when I was supposed to meet him."
"Yeah exactly.", Harry finally said, seeming insecure about the whole situation.
I have to say I felt the same. Harry's father almost seemed to be in a good mood today and I was just waiting for the tables to turn. Something was up, but Des wanted to soften his son before delivering the big blow.
I knew it just by the way he was looking between the two of us. He was clearly observing how our moods were set, wanting to be prepared for any sort of conflict that would surely occure.

"So Harry", he started after we had finished dessert, making the green eyed man next to me look up.
"We've set a date for the wedding.", Des finished and my heart cracked as Harry tightly gripped my hand under the table, starting to breath heavily.
"There's no need for a date if I'm not getting married, father.", Harry forced through gritted teeth, the grip on my hand tightening, the pressure almost painful.
"Oh you are, don't worry about it though. We've got it covered.", Des interferred, an evil smile grazing his lips.
I couldn't prevent the tears from clouding my eyes, blurring my vision slightly as I looked up at the gorgeous man to my right who was trying so hard to control his temper for me and his mother.
"We?", he asked before continuing,
"You mean you! Mum would never do anything like this! I know that's something you didn't know but some people actually care about their children being happy like she does! Mum wants me to be happy and live a good life where I achieve anything I aspire to be! You are the exact opposite! You say you want me to be happy, yet you still force me to take over the fucking company and marry a slut!", Harry boomed, getting up and pulling me with him.

I heard Anne gasp at the curse words, covering her mouth.
"Harry, I'm only doing what's best for you and your future!", his dad shot back, getting up as well.
I was pulled behind a broad back so he was almost like a shield, preventing danger. I put my hands on his shoulders, softly stroking up and down in an attempt to calm him a bit.
"No! You're doing the exact opposite! I know that your father was forcing you to marry some other woman too and what did you do? You went against his will and married Mum! And why? Because you truly loved her, didn't you? I remember you hating him for a while, because he wanted to force you to do something you didn't want. I recall that you still do as well, but sadly I have to break the news to you now! You're not better than him! In fact, you're just like him! You're just a selfish monster and honestly I don't understand why Mum even bothers to stay with you!", Harry seethed before a heart wrenching slap was heard, making me flinch and Anne shoot up, running towards her son.

Harry's head was turned to the right, an angry red handprint already forming on the soft skin of his cheek. His chest was rising and falling heavily and his hand was gradually loosing it's grip on mine.
Anne carefully tilted Harry's head towards her, stroking his hurt cheek. As I got out of my shock, my head snapped up, looking at the beautiful hurt boy, staring into his mother's eyes as if his life depended on it.

There was something happening in front of me, that I never thought of seeing. This strong, beautiful man was transforming into a little boy that was scared of his own father, seeking comfort in the loving, warm hold of his mother.
I looked at the man behind the two who was staring at his own hand in pure horror and shock. When his dark brown eyes met mine, full of panic I cracked and silent tears started to make their ways down my cheeks, my hands trembling. They weren't sad tears. They were angry tears. I felt so much anger towards the man who'd just hit his own son that my whole body started shaking. I wanted to make my way towards him, scream at him and tell him that he's a monster.

But then I heard a heartbreaking sob errupting from the hurt boy and my gaze diverted towards him. Carefully, I made my way towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Looking directly into his eyes, I saw Harry break down completely, falling into his mother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. When he looked up from where his face was hidden in Anne's neck, our visions met and it was as though something inside of him clicked. Like he'd forgotten that I'd been here all the time. He just held my stare, the usually sparkling green in his eyes seeming a bit dull through the tears currently streaming down his face.
I opened my mouth, trying to utter words of comfort or love, but something kept me from it, only shallow breaths leaving my lips.

An outstretched hand was offered to me while the other one was holding onto Anne's waist tightly. I took it, intertwining our finger, squeezing his large hand in mine gently.

"I'm so sorry you had to see this.", he whimpered, bottom lips trembling as I smiled at him comfortingly.
"No need to apologize. Everything's fine, yeah?", I tried to reassure him.

Of course it wasn't fine.
Harry had just been hit by his own father, the man who was supposed to be his rolemodel, but I just wanted to stop the tears that were still streaming down his face.

"Luna, get him out of here, please.", Anne whispered, slowly letting go of her son, who whimpered at the loss of contact.
I just nodded, taking his hand in mine, motioning for Nash to tag along. I had almost forgotten that my brother was still there, watching everything unfold in front of him.
I quickly helped Harry to put on his coat, leading him out of the mansion, towards his Range Rover.
"Where are your keys?", I asked, stroking my thumb over his rough knuckles.
"I can drive.", he mumbled through tears, finally looking up at me.
"No, you can't. Now give me your keys.", I demanded calmly, offering my hand, for him to lay the keys there.
Huffing he let them slip into my hold, letting me unlock the door.
"Okay, Nash? If you're really, really careful you can drive. Got it?", he didn't have a lisence and neither did I, but Nash clearly knew more about driving than I did, so it was safer for him to drive.
His eyes went wide as he took the keys, getting into the drivers seat, turning up the heating.
Me and Harry got into the back seat,
"You don't have to do this.", Harry mumbled from where his face was hidden behind my shoulders.
"Yes I do.", I said, combing my fingers through his curls softly.
"Why?"

"Because I'm not the only one who needs fixing."