Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"Let Me Explain."

Hey guys, sorry this is really short. I had alot to do today. But someone said Tuesdays and Fridays, and I like that. I am going to try to stick to that. Wish me luck. Comment!!!!

Janissa.... Hiiii. (:

~Janissa~

I watched as Harry stayed still in his seat. The only movement he attempted to make was breathing. That was the only thing I was able to focus on, the soft rise and fall of his chest. He was tapping away on his phone, turning the screen whenever I had simply turned my head to face him. None of the times an attempt to invade is privacy, but now I was becoming curious.

"What are you doing?" I smile, turning my body towards him. The waiting area was no completely empty. The woman from before had left, leaving just me and Harry is the tension. 

"Nothing." His voice monotones, and held absolutely no emotion. I nod to myself, and turn my body away from his.

"Right..." I mummer to myself, excusing myself from the seat, and heading to the family bathroom. I close the door, and look at my reflection in the mirror. The purple flower sticking out on my neck. It had yet to fade from Harry's brutal attack on my sensitive skin. My mind wandered to his neck, I did not do that to him. I was beginning to put the pieces together right as he barged through the door.

My hand was placed over my neck, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. His green pools staring at me, widening as he realized what my hand was covering.

"Janissa, I-"

"What's her name, Harry?" I question as calmly as possible, my heart aching in my chest every minute that he did not answer. 

"Let me explain." He pleaded walking towards me. His hands wrapped around my waist as I tried to pry him off; he was to strong. The more I struggled against him, the tighter he seemed to hold onto me. 

"Let me go!" 

"Not until you listen to me." His words had no effect on me. How could he do that, after everything. My best friend turned on me, what was I supposed to do now? "She attacked me!" He shouted still struggling to hold me still. "She came onto me! I was going to push her off of me, but-"

"But what?!" I cut him off, screaming this time. I was able to turn around in his vise like grip he had on me. "Did you sleep with her?"

"What? No! Janissa, I would never do that to you! I waited for years to have you love me, why would I screw that up in a matter of weeks? Please just listen to me-"

"What is her name?" 

The question he has yet to answer. I wanted him to say that maybe he just fell down the stairs, that he just got hit with a ball or something. Anything other than what he was saying now. His grip on my waist was almost becoming painful, but I knew better than to think he would hurt me on purpose.

"Baby, it wasn't like that!" He pleaded. His eyes filled with worry as he showered my face in soft kisses. I tried my best to pull away, but it was no use trying to get away from him.

"Then explain to me what happened! " I shouted, annoyed with his lack of answers.

"Chloe!" He screamed back. "I had no idea she was at the hotel! She threw herself at me, and gave me this!" He pointed to the tainted skin on his neck.

"Then why didn't you tell her stop?"

"I did! She wouldn't stop!"

"Then physically remove her..." The answer seemed simple, but I know that no matter what, Harry would not put his hands on a woman.

"I wouldn't have been able to stand the way you would look at me if I did. I would never put my hands on a woman ,Janissa, you know that." His voice was almost broken, and in that moment, I felt guilty. I am not the one who did God knows what, with God knows who, but I felt guilty. Harry was going through so much, the least I could do was cut him some slack, yet, I wanted to strangle him.

"Did you kiss her back?" 

That was the only question I truly needed to know. That answer would be the thing to drive me away.

"Absolutely not. Never." He leaned his forehead to rest next to mine, his grasp on my waist turning into a comforting hold instead of an assertive one. There was still something grasping my attention, but I was unable to identify it. 

"Why did you want me to see your phone?" I whisper, my lips grazing his.

"To avoid this." Honesty.

"Were you going to tell me at all?" His soft lips made contact with my cheek, leaving the skin burning when pulled back.

"I didn't want you to worry about her." He smiles. "Because I love you, and nothing is going to change that." His large hands crept up beneath my thighs, signaling for me to jump. I obeyed, as I was settled on top of the sink, Harry placing a kiss on my nose.

"But, she has to mean something to you, right? I mean she was your first..."

That would be true. I was always told that no one every forgot their first, even someone as screwed up as Chloe. Harry had loved her once, enough to make love to her.

"Are you trying to say I mean something to you. Oh, my love, I am  touched.." He laughed. It was truly the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"We didn't have sex." I smile, as his face dipped into my neck, leaving pepper kisses along the trail.

"That is your decision. Completely yours. " His voice becoming extremely serious. "And if it's me, I will make sure that it is everything you wanted. Candles, soft music, whatever you want."

"Styles." I almost miss the nurse outside the bathroom. 

"Harry, that's the doctor." Removing himself from me, he helped me off of the counter, and we began towards the door. When we were faced with a small woman with blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. 

"Jess Andrews- Styles?" She questioned.

"My son." Harry chocked out, waiting for her to continue. Harry had visibly tensed as he watched her scan over her paperwork.

"Please confirm his date of birth."

"December 19th." His voice lowered, neither of us prepared for what she was going to say next. I slipped my hand into Harry's, trying to calm him. 

"I am afraid we have some bad news."