Homicide | h.s. fanfiction

Chapter 16 ~ Scars Left Behind

Carrie's POV

What happened last night made me realize something. I can not stay here if I'm going to just put everyone including myself in danger. I know I shouldn't be afraid of Mr. Styles, but I am and I'm afraid of what he might do to Harry. I don't want to break him to save him, I just want to save him. So, in order to do that I have to leave.

Hours passed and we all just sat around and did nothing. Harry came walking in with an angry expression on his face. I wonder what set him off.

"Why do you look so pissed?" Louis asked Harry, also noticing his mood.

"It's nothing." Harry mumbled, shaking his head.

All of us were now looking at him, which seemed to make him even more mad.

"I'm fine, damn it!" He yelled walking into a different room.

Okay, now he's just being weird. What could've possibly made him so damn mad? The last thing I remember doing was... kissing him. Oh no, he couldn't be mad about what happened last night could he? Whatever it was, I needed to talk to him about it, but for some reason I was too scared.

Louis looked over at me and asked, "What did you do?"

"Why do you think I caused that?" I questioned him with disbelief.

"I don't know, maybe you should ask him." Louis shrugged.

I sighed and decided to get up and find Harry. Somebody pray for me. I went into the room Harry went into and saw him sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. He looked up when he heard me come in.

"Hey." I said closing the door and walking over to him.

He didn't say anything, he just gave a small smile then looked back down.

"You had everyone worried in there. What's wrong?" I asked as I sat down next to him on the bed.

"Nothing much, I'm just a little confused that's all." He responded, running a hand through his hair.

"About?"

He wouldn't respond, but I think I knew what he was trying to say.

"What happened last night?"

He nodded. I was afraid this might happen. I wish I could just tell him the truth about everything, but I couldn't, I'd be risking his life. I shouldn't have kissed him. I should've just walked straight past him, then again it might've pissed him off more.

"I'm sorry," I said in a hushed tone, "I didn't know what I was thinking."

"You went and saw him didn't you?" Harry asked me.

At first I didn't know what he was talking about, and he noticed that.

"My father, last night you saw him right?"

I nervously nodded, biting my lip. He clenched his fist.

"Damn it." I heard him curse to his self.

"What did he tell you?" He asked.

I couldn't tell him what we talked about! So, I'll have to think of something else to say.

"Um... things." Really Carrie? Things?

"What kind of bullshit is that?" Harry questioned me.

I just sighed and shrugged.

"You wanna tell me what you guys were actually talking about?" He asked staring me straight in the eyes.

All I could do was stutter. Just as I was about to say something, I noticed Harry looking at my neck.

"What?" I asked.

He suddenly got closer to me and pushed my hair behind my shoulder with the back of his hand. I have no idea what he could possibly be looking at that would amuse him this much.

"What's this?" He questioned in a hushed tone.

I then realized he was looking at the scar that was on my neck.

"I-it's a scar... from my brother." I nervously answered.

I saw Harry's jaw clench as I said that. His fingers gently went over the scar, making me flinch. That scar was filled with memories of my past. The abuse, the pain, the sadness, all of it.

I noticed how close Harry and I were. We were now facing towards each other and our foreheads were almost touching. I looked into his eyes and saw his green irises studying my neck. He saw me looking at him and slowly pulled his hand away from my neck.

"Sorry." He whispered.

"It's um... It's fine. You didn't do anything wrong." I stammered.

Suddenly, there was a yell that came from the other room. Harry and I immediately went in there to see what was going on, only to find Louis yelling at the TV.

"Come on! Don't give him the rose, he's a douche and you know it!" Louis hollered, throwing numerous objects at the television screen.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Gemma thought it would be a great idea to watch 'The Bachelorette'." Liam answered rolling his eyes.

"Damn it! She gave him the rose!" Louis yelled jumping up, throwing another object on the ground.

And I thought Harry was dumb for getting pissed over nothing.

~ It took me a while to write this chapter because I couldn't think of ideas lol. Just so y'all know, I don't own The Bachelorette nor have I ever seen it soooo :P ~