Threatening

Chapter 21

The same night the police had taken Carter into custody, my mother going with them. Harry and I went to the hospital to get the cuts on his face bandaged up. I frantically paced around the quiet waiting room, waiting for Harry to come out. Throughout the time being, my shoes became such fascination to me, being without a cellphone. My mind traveled at the thoughts of what had just happened an hour ago. Harry told me that he loved me, and I said so as well. But for some reason it scared me. It scared me to think that I was now emotionally attached to someone. So attached that the fear of him ripping my heart out had me in fear. But Harry wasn't like that. Or so as it seems, what if I'm just blind?

A half hour passed and the sound of Harry talking to a doctor echoed in the hall way. I stood up from my seat and quickly walked to the front desk where he stood. 

"Just need you to sign off on these papers and you'll be free to go Mr. Styles." The receptionist explained. Harry did not make any eye contact with me. Instead, he signed the papers. As he did so I took the time to examine his face. A dark bruise surfaced on the side of his left cheek and a small white bandage that covered the skin just under his eye. His lips were light red, swollen and bruised.

The papers were signed and then for the first time that evening Harry looked at me. My breath hitched in my throat as the right side of his face was revealed to me. About fifteen stitches ran up the side of his cheek. The sparkle in his eyes was gone. Harry looked drained, hurt, and scared. 

Our hands brushed. "Ready to go?" I asked. The silence between us was awkward, different. Harry gave a simple nod in response. Why wasn't he talking to me? Well why would he, my brother just beat him up.

As we reached my car Harry's hand tugged on mine. I stopped in my tracks and turned my attention back to him. 

"I mean what I said." His voice was low, filled with pain.

"Meant what?"

"That I love you."

A smile crept onto my face and a warm bubbly feeling set in my stomach. No one has ever told me they loved me, except my dad. All of a sudden the memories of my dad and I traced through my mind. I let go of Harry's hand and wiped my eyes to prevent the tears from falling. Then all the thoughts of the night I stayed at Harry's came back to me. The night when I told him everything that had happened between my dad and I. The night when our relationship took a new level of trust.

"Alex?"

"Let's go somewhere." I blurted back. His eyes snapped up to mine at my response.

"Go where? It's midnight."

"I have an idea." 

Harry gave a small smile and then we both got into the car. His head rested back against the seat, with his hand never leaving mine as it sat on the console. Throughout the drive Harry asked multiple times of where I was taking him, what I was doing, or if I was crazy. 

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The clock in my car shined with a light blue light. 1:01 a.m. The car stopped and Harry released his hand from mine. I unlocked the car doors and then stepped out, racing over to Harry's side. He opened the door and our eyes locked. The sparkle they once held was back. I lightly kissed his swollen lips before helping him out of the vehicle. 

"Where are we Alex?" 

I ignored his question, walking over to the location. As we walked a few more steps, sprinkles of water dripped on my face. Sea salt whipped through the night air. "Alex, we're at the pier. Where I-"

I cut him off. "Where you first took me, making me miss school that day." I paused, stepping closer to Harry. "Kidnapping me," My voice was quieter, moving Harry back against my car. "Scaring me," Our knees hit together, his back pressing up against my door. "Laying on the hood of your car-" 

I was cut off. Harry's lips pressed against mine. Long fingers grazing the nape of my neck, the others rubbing up and down my arm. 

"Almost fucking on the hood of my car." His responded, breaking the kiss. His hands landed on my hips, turning me so I was now against the car. "Yelling at the waitress," Wet kisses were planted against my skin. "Trying to feel you up at the table.." His words faded as the pressure of his kisses increased. I tilted my neck to the side, allowing more access. The only light coming from a single street lamp. "Now look were we are. Going from strangers.."

"To?" I questioned.

"To.. lovers." Teeth nipped at the skin above my collarbones. I pushed him away and his eyes flashed with fear.

"Harry, what if.."

"What?" He questioned.

I looked down, ignoring the sadness in his face. "What, what if you-"

But before I could answer my stomach started to twist. I felt shaky, breaking away from our embrace. I sprinted to the edge of the pier and threw up over the railing. My hands gripped the cold metal as Harry came up behind me. 

"Alex.. are you sure everything is fine?"

I couldn't respond, instead I threw up more. My body was tired, making me fall to the ground. Harry immediately caught me in his arms. I looked up into his eyes, they were dark green, filled with worry. My mind was in panic mode and all I could think about is the fear of being too attached to Harry.