After what happened upstairs I decided to make dinner, hopefully he won't loose his temper again.... I stirred up the spaghetti And meatballs, they were my favorite.... When I was finished I mad both of our plates and walked into the dinning room to see him sitting there, waiting for his plate. He looked up at me and smirked, " bout fucking time..." He muttered grabbing the plate out of my hand, I gave him a smile and walked to the end of the table. I sat down looking at him, he took a bite out of the spaghetti and made a face. I raised my eyebrow, " something wrong?" I said taking a bite out of my spaghetti, he stood up. Sending the chair backwards, he spit the food out of his mouth and slapped the plate off of the table. " what kind of shit is this?!" He yelled taking a sip of water, I stood up feeling like crying. He looked up at me and took a breath, " I'm.. Sorry..." I said walking over to the broken plate. The food scattered everywhere, I began to pick up the pieces. I felt a sting in my finger, I looked down at my finger to see a large part of the plate in my finger. It stung badly. I felt Harry stand over me, " what's wrong with you?" Harry said in a rude tone, I calmed down and stood up.
" I'm theres a shard of glass in my finger," I said holding up my finger. He frowned and took my finger, " come on..." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom. Yes there's a bathroom next to the dinning room.
I stood I front of the mirror, he stood in front of me. He looked at me and licked his lips, " get on the counter..." He said lifting me up, I hoped up. Flinching at the cold counter, his hands were still on my waist. I looked up at him to see him staring at his hands, I cleared my throat. He seemed confused and shook his head, " alright this might hurt a little..." He said taking out tweezers, I closed my eyes... Ready for the pain, it felt like it burned. I grabbed my shirt and squeezed it, the pain was terrible. He finally got it out and threw it in the trash, he went to the cabinet and took out a band aid. He unwrapped the bandaid and grabbed my finger,
" hold still.." He said putting it on my finger, I held still as much as possible. When he was done he looked up at me and smiled, " better?" He said with a soft tone, I smiled and nodded. " a lot better.." I looked into his eyes, they were a very light green color. His eye seemed to change when his mood changed, obviously light green means happy and nice... But dark green means.. Yeah... You know... We were both gazing at each other, his eyes were looking back at mine. I felt the urge to kiss him but, that's wrong...I couldn't do that..... I'm angry at him... Right?
I felt his breath on my neck, before I knew it our lips were almost touching. He began to lean in more, I backed away. He smiled and grabbed my neck, he pulled my close to where our lips touched. His soft lips touched mine, I began to pull away. His way of making me like him was working, I pulled away and hoped off the counter. I looked back before walking out,
" thanks Harry..." I said before walking out of the room.
I sat there on the bed, watching Tv. It was on animal planet, I loved that channel.... I heard a knock on my door,
" yes?" I asked muting the tv. There was nothing for a little bit until another knock, but this one was harder.
" what?!" I yelled getting up to walk towards the door, I stopped for a moment.... Why isn't Harry answering? Is something wrong? I slowly walked towards the door, scared someone might pop out. I finally got the courage to open the door, there laid Harry styles bloody. He groaned and looked up at me, " someone's in the house...." He said reaching for my hand. I began to panic, I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bathroom. I walked towards the door and closed it, I locked it and put some furniture in front of the door. I walked back to the bathroom and looked at Harry, he wasn't bleeding as bad. I walked up to him and got on my knees, " I'm gonna need you to take your shirt off...." I said lifting his shirt over his head, he groaned and helped lift his shirt up. There it was, a cut.... How was it bleeding so much? It was just a cut....
I walked towards the cabinet and grabbed some large band aids, " I like-Lille youuuuuu" he slurred. Ohh he's drunk.... Wait did he just say he liked me?
" I've- ive always have- have... Cause you- you had to be the -the strong one in the family- cause we killed your dad- and- and I'm sorry..." He began to cry, woah... He's really fucking drunk..... I lifted him up and hugged him,
" it's okay Harry.... I'm here now..." I rubbed his head, I laid him down on my lap and rubbed his head. His long hair tangled up, he closed his eyes. I made circle traces around his head for maybe 30 min, then I stopped. Harry head tilted up with a sleepy face,
" why'd you stop?" He said so week and tired, I giggled mad began to rub his head again..... I realized maybe there was no one in the house, Harry must have done that to himself..... We're fine... Together....
WOAH! WELL THATS CHAPTER 44444444444 WHAT DO YOU THINK? I LOVE IT! HOPE YALL SLEEP GOOD!
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AUNA
