Sex Tape

Part 4

( This part might not have anything sexual it depends on how much I can fit here )
• Part 4 •
"Hey..." Harry mumbles standing up and looking at you you as he walks over to you. He reaches out to you and gives you a hug, rubbing your back and holding you tightly before he pulls away from you. "Hey." You say simply looking at him seeing that he had a cut on his neck. You look at him a tad worried. "What happened?" You ask him and he shakes his head quickly. "Harry what happened to your neck? And where's Louis?" You ask him narrowing your eyebrows at him. "I've got to tell you something." He mumbled, looking in the direction of the front door. "Can we go inside?" He asks and you nod slowly, walking up the steps into the house. Harry follows behind you and you take off your shoes taking your hair out of the bun. "What's up Harry?" You ask sighing and plopping down on the couch. He sits next to you slowly scrunching his face up slightly in pain before sitting back. In the couch more. "Louis' been seeing someone else." He tells you being straightforward with you. "I told him that wasn't right to do that to you and he got mad." He says to you frowning a little bit. "I told him I was going to tell you."
"You let him beat you up?" You ask him looking at him with sad eyes. Honestly you weren't even surprised Louis was cheating he's done it before. "No we fought. Trust me he has some scares and bruises." He tells you chuckling awkwardly not knowing what to say since you didn't seem surprised he was cheating. "Where else hurts besides your neck?" You ask him as you kick your heels off, going into the kitchen. You grab a big glass and two cans of beer, emptying the contents into the glasses. You fill them up and being one out to Harry keeping a glass for yourself. "I mean my back hurts and I have a bruise on my stomach that's it." He tells you gulping down half the cup of beer. You nod and drink down most of yours as well, looking at him. "Well let's see. I want to see the bruise." You say to him and he looks back at you setting his cup on the small coffee table. He unbuttons his shirt pulling it off you look at his unclothed chest seeing a bruise on his stomach.