Dark secrets

Broken

Gemma's POV

My little brother hugged me protectively. I looked up at Louis. He was crying. Why was he crying? There was another soft knock at the door. All of our heads snapped in the direction of the soft banging. Harry buried his head in my shoulder.

"Don't answer it." He mumbled. "Harry it could be mum." I said, pulling away. Harry tried to stand, using the wall to help him. He backed into the corner and that's when I realized, He was bleeding. He had a long cut that obviously came from a knife. The door was already half way open but I quickly went over to Harry. I lifted his wet shirt to show blood and a large cut across his chest.

"Harry I'm calling mum. What the hell happened to you!?" I said putting his arm around my shoulder. "I can't tell you. He'll hurt you." Harry said. I stopped. I looked back at Louis and saw the rest of the boys there too.

Louis was shocked. Visibly shocked. Liam and Niall were crying and Zayn was walking to Harry. Harry backed away. "Get away from me." Harry said. "Harry I know what happened."

Harry's face paled. "N-no you don't." he said looking between me, the boys and Zayn. "Zayn back off." Louis said. Zayn looked surprised. "Don't you want to know what happened? Im not trying to hurt him. He's been hurt enough he doesn't deserve." Zayn said.

"Zayn he's scared. If he doesn't want me to know what happened then I just won't know." Louis said. Harry visibly relaxed next to me. "I'm sorry Harry. I understand what you've been through though." Zayn said.

Harry looked at me. I forgot he was bleeding. "oh Harry you're bleeding." I said. "He's bleeding?" Niall asked. I guess he didn't see the blood on his shirt. I nodded. "Harry does it hurt?" I asked. "Everything hurts." he said. It broke my heart to hear that.

I picked him up and carried him to the couch. The boys followed. I took off his jacket and told Louis to get the stuff to wrap it in until mum got home. Finally, it was wrapped and mum was just walking through the door.

"Harry are you ok?" she said. "He wouldn't tell me what happened but here," I pointed to where the cut was. "Someone cut him." I answered for him. Whatever happened to him drained him. He wasn't going to school tomorrow and I knew mum wasn't going to make him.

"My mum is a nurse. She might know what's wrong with him. Do you want me to get her?" Louis asked. Mum looked back at my broken little brother. His eyes were lined with tears. His eyes were swollen and he was visibly exhausted. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was dead. His head rested in my lap as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Yes please Louis. Thank you." she said. He nodded and turned going to get his mum. I looked down at Harry. He looked up at me. I smiled lightly at him but he didn't smile back. He had pain filling his eyes. Physical pain like he was hurting not only emotionally, but physically too. His hands went from his chest to his lower stomach but stopped there, like he was embarassed to do anything else.

We all had our eyes on him. That's probably why he stopped. I had a pretty good idea of what he was going to do next. "What's wrong?" I asked. He looked at mum who was looking right back with year filled eyes. He looked back at me. "It hurts." he said weakly and barely audible. "Your stomach?" I asked. He looked slightly embarassed and looked to the boys watching him. He looked back at me. He shook his head 'no'. He was clutching his shirt that covered his lower stomach hard. Quite hard.

"Oh." I whispered looking away. I looked at mum, who was in shock. Did she understand what he was trying to, subtly, tell us? I then looked to the boys. They wouldn't look at Harry and looked almost embarrassed. I understood that though, my little brother just admitted to me that his privates hurt. I wasn't really as much embarassed as I was concerned. I mean, that doesn't hurt for no reason does it?

Finally, Louis came with his mum. She looked at Harry then to me. "You two obviously have a very close brother/sister bond." I smiled and nodded.

"Brother what?!" Niall said, as shocked as Zayn and Liam were. "You guys couldn't tell?" Louis' mum asked. They shook their heads no. She turned back to us. "Ok now Louis explained a little but what exactly is going on?" she asked me. I explained everything. By the time I was done, she looked like she was already making up conclusions in her head.

She looked at Harry for a second. "Can I talk to Harry for a minute?" she asked.

Harry's POV

"Can I talk to Harry for a minute?" she asked. everyone nodded or got up from their seats. I reached my hand out for Gemma. I was scared of this woman. I didn't know what the hell she would do to me. I know she's a nurse but anyone can lie.

Besides that, if she found out what really happened, she would surely tell Louis and the boys. I could deal with the boys leaving but not Louis. You can take everything away just don't take Louis. Yeah, I'm gay. And yeah, I like Louis. But he doesn't like me that's for sure.

They all were out of sight when the woman sat down next to me where my mum had been sitting. I backed into the corner of the couch. She frowned. "Harry. That's your name right?" she asked. She knew it was my name she was just trying to be nice so she could make me feel comfortable then tell her everything and then tell Louis. No, it won't work. I didn't answer her. "Harry, can you tell me what's wrong? Im a nurse I can help you." she said. Yeah, cause ill believe that.

I glared at her. "Harry, I'm not trying to hurt you. I want to help you so you can get better." she said. Maybe she really was trying to help me. Maybe I should give her a chance.

"My name is Harry." I said. my voice was weak and I was still in pain. She smiled. "That's a nice name. Are you ok? I can see you're in pain." she said, with a genuine concerned look on her face.

It's true, everything hurt. My head, my chest, my arms, my legs. Every part of my body hurt and it hurt to move. Even the spot that I admitted hurt to Gemma, which I still had my hand by. (all this is important so don't think I'm weird) She had a sympathetic look. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" she asked.

I sighed. Should I tell her? My mum didn't know about me being raped the first time. She doesn't know I was ever raped. It would brake her heart to know. Or maybe she would think I'm disgusting and send me back to Ronnie.

Maybe I should tell her.