Wishes (H.S)

I Would.

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"H-Harry?" I can barely speak. His lip is bloody and swollen, the cuts on his knuckles deep.

"W-what are you doing here," Harry asks, his voice laced with anger and alcohol.

"I.. came to get my stuff, but since you weren't here I thought..." I stop talking when I see him flinch from pain. "Who did this to you?"

"You don't want me to answer that,"

"You're still keeping more secrets from me?" The words fall out of my mouth in a rush, but sure to make an affect on him.

"I'm not keeping anything from you, Kendra." he says, letting go of a deep breath.

"Sure as hell seems like it,"

He sighs again, walking over to his dresser, pulling out boxers. I force myself to look away when he attempts to get himself out of his dirty clothes, but flinches the entire time.

"God, you're really hurt." My feet pads over to him without my minds permission, and my eyes examine the cuts. "Wait here,"

I quickly find a cloth, soaking it in water. When I return, he's sitting on the bed. I hesitantly walk over to him, and I see the desperation on his face.

"Come here," he says quietly and I move closer. When I'm within reach, he takes my wrist, pulling me closer so that I'm standing in between his legs.

I take the cloth, softly dabbing it against his lip where the bruise is. His eyes are locked on me, studying my face as I attempt to wipe all the dried blood away.

"How did you get here?" I ask him.

"I drove," he says, stating the obvious.

"You drove while you're drunk?"

"I'm not that drunk," he says, flinching when I reach the flesh. "Anymore."

"Who did you fight?" I ask again.

"Kenny.."

"Don't 'Kenny' me, Harry. Tell me, now." I demand, resting my hands on my hips for effect.

A laugh escapes his mouth and a confused look overtakes me.

"Why are you laughing?" I ask, irritated.

"You're so cute when you're mad,"

"Well, then I'm about to get fucking adorable if you don't tell me," I huff, crossing my arms as his laughter grows.

"Come here," he says, reaching out for me. I take a step backwards and a pained expression takes over his face.

"No," I say, my voice barely audible.

"Please," he sounds so weak.. I can't.

"I can't get more involved with you, Harry. You're leaving me." I say, instantly regretting it. A deep, dark, pained, disappointed look takes over his features as his hands move to his hair, tugging it.

"I never meant to hurt you," I hear him say after a few moment of silence.

"Really? Because after what you said to me-"

"I know what I said." He interrupts me. "And I wish I could go back and change what I said, but I can't. I'm so fucked up and you deserve better. I'm sorry I can't be what you need." He says and my heart stops. Is this a break up speech?

"You deserve someone who will be by your side unconditionally. Love you with all that they have, be with you and make you feel good. And I'm sorry that I can't be that."