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Ch.10

Ch. 10

Alyssa's POV

He knew. Mr. Styles knew. He saw me. He... he helped me.

But why? What does he get out of helping me? A saved trip to the hospital and me being found out about...

I made my way up to my room slowly. Thinking of what he might do made me sick to my stomach; like I was going to vomit. But really, what was there to throw up? I hadn't eaten in days.

I made my way to the room I was staying in, and flicked off the light, throwing myself onto the bed. I looked down and realized I was still wearing his clothes.

I almost changed, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I liked that his t-shirt was so big on me. I liked that his boxers were tight around my waist and loose at my thighs. I liked the way they smelled.

I liked them. I somewhat felt safe like I was with another person comforting me.

I stared into the darkness and let my mind wander, eventually pressing on the topic of my mother. I wondered what she was doing right now. She was probably getting high with Dave. I wondered if she even missed me, but I didn't have to think for very long before I realized just how unlikely that was.

I fell into a dreamless slumber. Eventually.

~*~*~

There was something wet on my sheets, right beside my leg. My eyes flew open and I jumped up, staring down at the bed. It was blood.

Harry's boxers were definitely ruined. "Seriously?" I muttered. "Oh god, this is just so perfect."

I looked over at the clock. 7:45.

Maybe he wasn't up yet. I could sneak downstairs and clean this.

I ran to my bag for tampons and only found two. "Shit," I wanted to shout, but forced myself to whisper the profanity.

I rushed downstairs to the laundry room. There was a sink down there that I could use.

I grabbed a wad of paper towels and wet them, cleaning myself. I searched through cabinets for stain remover and found some, thank God. I slipped off Harry's boxers and started cleaning them, thankful for the fact that his t-shirt covered down to my mid thigh.

But I stopped what I was doing immediately, I could see him through my peripheral line of sight. The sink water continued running.

"Holy shit. Is that...blood?" Harry asked surprised from the doorway.

I reluctantly nodded, absolutely mortified.

"Did you cut yourself? Again?!" He asked grabbing me fore arm.

I slowly shook my head, anxiety swirling in my chest. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

As if on cue, another drop of blood ran down the inside of my thigh. Realization dawned on Harry's face. "Oh shit," Harry swore raising his eyebrows, eyes wide starring at me as if i was an alien. 

He let's go of my arm and stood in a state of shock.

I felt my cheeks flush as he looked away, I guess trying to figure out what to do. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

"Okay," Harry sighed, running a hand through his curls. "Go, uh, clean up in my bathroom. We'll get you some... Stuff at the store when you're done."he said.

"Do you have any, um, feminine care until then?" He asked. He didn't seem as grossed out as I thought.

I gave a quick nod.