Cuts

Ch 23. Wounds

"Are you alright?" I ask Harry when we walk out of the office together. Nicki already went with Liam. I just hope they'll be okay.

"Do I seem to be?" He rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"No, actually you came and distracted him. I don't know how the fuck did he become damn strong recently!" He said, his eyes shifting to my bleeding arm, which had three marks of nails digged hard in it. It still hurt. "That doesn't look good,"

"It's okay." I lied, blinking.

"Don't lie." Do I lie that bad?

"I'm not lying.. It's really doesn't hurt." I turn away from his burning gaze.

"You're so damn stubborn!"

"Let's get you clean you first Haz."

"Haz?" He smiled.

"Come on." I lightly pulled him by the arm and he chuckled. We went to the sickbay to grab on some bandages and antiseptic to clean.

"God Harry, your face is all ruined." I sighed, taking in his appearance before I wetted the cotton and cleaned the blood on his face and bare arms, while he sat on a desk in a empty classroom and I stood between his parted legs. His hand gripped on the desk as soon as the antiseptic came in contact with his face.

This scene reminded of that night. I pushed the thoughts back.

"Um can you.." I'm not sure if I should ask him to remove his shirt.

"Hmm?"

"Your uh shirt.." I stammered. I always stammer at the wrong time.

"My shirt what?" He smirked. Looks like someone caught me.

"Can you remove your shirt?" I looked down. "If only you want to."

"Hey you know you don't have to be shy with me." He lightly pulled my chin up with one of his fingers and made me look him in the eye before he started leaning towards my face.

I can't take it again.

"I'm sorry." My voice coming out unsure. "I can't.. I can't do this."

I know it means nothing to him but it shatters me completely after he leaves me alone.

"What can you not do?" He got up from his place and I took a few steps back.

"All this intimacy we've been having lately. It's not right Harry," I breathed. "It's not."

"Why? Is there something wrong with me?" My heart ached at his words.

"No there's absolutely nothing wrong with you," I blinked a couple of times. "Everything that is wrong, is in me."

"I don't think that." He fired back.

"I do." I said to myself.

"Why do you think that?" Did I say it loud enough?

"Why would I not think that?" I said to him and a confused expression took over his beautiful features.

"I don't get it." He neared me.

"Don't worry, no one does either." I half laughed.

He came towards me again and cornered me.

"What are you doin-"

"Do you like it around me?" His hand found a place above my head on the wall while the other held my waist.

"What do you mean by that?" I pretended that it didn't bother me that he was so close to me but on the inside I was on fire.