Here's Your Award [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Home (Chapter 5)

Aria's POV

I opened my eyes, unwilling to face the normal Harry. Green eyes bright. He looked terrible though. His curls messy, his knuckles cut, his lip swollen, and his plaid shirt ripped in places. I looked at him, my mouth turning into a sympathetic look. He looked back at me, hurt spread across his face. He still held my wrist gently.

"Your dark side." I whispered.

"I can't control it." He replied, his voice raspy and tired. I bit my lip, unable to think of what I should've said to him. The pain rushing through my arm from my wrist made my eyes water. "We need to go to a hospital." He admitted running his finger delicately across my arm.

"No, it's fine." I replied shaking my head.

"C'mon Mallory, you can't just walk around with a twisted wrist." He said.

"No I have bandages at home and then we can clean you up." I offered, pulling my wrist from his grasp.

"Alright." He answered shortly. We slowly and silently walked back to my house. I opened the back door, letting Harry in. I strolled into the kitchen and opened the cabinet grabbing the bandage and wrapping it around my wrist, pinning it. I looked at up to find Harry's eyes on me.

"Um, sit down." I said, he obliged not saying a single word. I grabbed a rag from my sink and rushed water on it before applying it to Harry's lip. "How'd you find me?" I asked.

"I was going to see if you were home cause mum suggested I visit you and then I saw you." He explained weakly.

"I never thank'd you." I realized out loud. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I was just doing what I should've done." He replied his eyes meeting mine.

I whipped this knuckles down before bandaging them. "Thats better." I said running my hand across his bandages, smoothing them down. "I'm going to change. You can wash that up if you want." referring to his bloody shirt. He smiled and nodded slipping it off and handed it to me. I walked away throwing the shirt into the washer and turning it on. I walked into my room, changing quickly. I looked at the mirror. No make up. My complexion was dry. I shook my head and walked downstairs.

"You can watch TV if you want." I said as Harry stood awkwardly digging his hands into his pockets.

"Thanks." He replied flipping on football. I shrugged sitting on the couch and before I knew it, I had drifted off.

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