Diana

Chapter Four

Diana's POV

After our nods he points at a house and says "This is mine".
It's a  beautiful light blue house. Better than mine. Way better than mine.
We walk to the door and this house is so beautiful I don't want to step on it and ruin it.
"Come on." he gestures me to come inside and shuts the door. We are walking down a hall that I'm guessing leads to the bathroom and there are pictures of a young boy with his family but one catches my eye. A young boy with really curly hair standing on a stage singing.
"Is this you?" I ask
"Yeah."
"I didn't know you sing."
"I don't really sing anymore."
"Why not?" I ask but he changes the subject.
"Here's the bathroom, let's get fixed up."

He leads me through a bedroom in guessing is his and into a bathroom. He gets all of the stuff we need out and tells me to sit but I tell him to instead.
I start on his head and he moves and get tries to move away.
"The more you move the longer this will take Harry."
I start fixing his head where its bleeding then his knuckles and I look up and notice he's staring at me, again. I can't help but blush. While I'm bandaging his hand up he asks me something.
"What's your name?"
I look at him realizing I never told him my name.
"Diana."
"Diana." He repeats looking at me.
I finish him up and wash my hands and I see him grab a new rag.
"Sit." He says to me gesturing to the toilet.
"Harry I can take care of my self."
"Sit." He repeats.
He puts alcohol on the rag and starts on my hairline where I'm bleeding and is shocked when I don't wince or move away like he did. He just looks at me with sympathy.
"That used to it huh?"
"Yeah." I say looking down
When hes done he sees blood coming through my shirt and goes to lift it but I stop him.
"I can do that part."
"Okay I understand. I'll be out here if you need me Diana."
I've never heard another guy day my name before other than my dad.

After he leaves the room I lift my shirt up and see all of my cuts bleeding from being torn open and a purple and red bruise about the size of a head of lettuce formed below my rib cage.

I run warm water and put the rag under the water and place it on the bruise and I can't help but yelp from the pain but I cover my mouth so Harry doesn't hear me. I take the rag off after a couple minutes because it lost its warmth and put it under the warm water again and I just look at my self in the mirror and start crying.

"Oh my god.." I hear and I look up to see Harry.

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