Obsessive. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 12

Harry's POV

I woke up and yawned. I tried to get up but failed when I felt pain on my chest and abdomen. I lifted my shirt up to check the source of pain and saw that there are bruises on my chest and abdomen. I groaned loudly and walked towards the bathroom in the hallway to get the first aid kit.

When I found the kit in the bathroom, I went back to the living room but stopped before reaching the couch. I've noticed that there's a pillow and a blanket on the couch. How come I didn't notice that earlier? I don't remember getting a pillow and blanket in my room. What the fück happened last night? I groaned loudly because of annoyance and because I can't remember.

I sat on the couch and tried to clean my wounds on my chest and abdomen but only felt pain on the back of my neck because of looking down. I groaned again and finally gave up. I threw the kit across the room because of annoyance.

I heard a gasp that made my head turn to where the sound came from. Olivia was standing there on the staircase with eyes a little wide.

"What do you want?" I asked with no emotion.

"I-I was just going to drink some water" She stuttered.

"Do whatever you want" I said and with that, she quickly went to the kitchen.

I don't know why but I'm so annoyed early in the morning because of what happened last night and because of what Tom said. The way Olivia stopped me from punching Tom made me even more annoyed. She needs to be taught on how not to get on anyone's business. The way also Tom said 'Good old times' annoyed me even more but his overall appearance is the most annoying as fück.

All of those things are the reason why I drank beers last night because I know I won't be able to sleep but still I am so annoyed right now because I can't remember why I have a pillow and blanket and I can't clean up the wounds on my body and even on my face.

I clasped my hands together and bowed my head. I concentrated on thinking whatever the fück happened last night.

Memories slowly came into my head. Olivia was the one who gave me the pillow and blanket. She was also telling me that she wanted to drink some water and we were having a conversation.

My head snapped and my eyes widened.

I fücking kissed her.

What the fück? Why did I do that? I quickly stood up and thought why she still haven't left the kitchen.

I walked towards the kitchen but only to collide my body with hers.

Olivia's POV

I was debating whether I should run upstairs or just walk casually. I've been in the kitchen for 10 minutes just thinking over that.

I went for the first option.

I was ready to run like a cheetah when I felt a body colliding against mine. Harry groaned loudly and looked down at me.

I saw him earlier, trying to clean up his wounds but he gave up and threw the first aid kid against the wall in frustration.

I may or may not have made his pain worse.

"I'm so sorry. I really am sorry. I didn't mean-" I didn't get to finish what I was about to say because Harry interrupted me.

"Shut up already and clean my wounds" He said sternly so I nodded.

We went to the living room and He sat on the couch. I collected the first aid kit near the wall and sat in front of Harry after that.

I silently prayed that he doesn't remember a thing last night.

I wanted to clean up his face first but Harry insisted that he wants his chest and abdomen to be treated and cleaned up first.

Harry lifted his shirt up and I unconsciously traced my fingertips across his bruises and wounds carefully and slowly. I heard Harry groaning that made me look up at his face.

"Does it hurt really bad?" I asked him.

"Of course, it hurts. What do you expect?" He said rudely.

This is actually the first time I have the urge to dig my fingertips on his skin.

"I was just wondering. Maybe you have a broken bone or something and you should've not started a fight in the first place so you wouldn't be experiencing this pain" I said.

"If you just didn't become a pain in the ass, this wouldn't happen in the first place" He said.

If he's going to be this rude. I can't help in cleaning or treating his wound.

"I can't help you" I said.

I was ready to get up and go upstairs when Harry grabbed my arm to stopped me from going anywhere.

"Okay, I'm sorry" He said.

I know he was insincere but I nodded and went back to cleaning his wounds. I looked at Harry whose head was resting on the couch with his eyes closed.

After I'm done cleaning up his wounds on his chest and abdomen, I started cleaning up the little blood off near his left eye.

"Did I kiss you?" He suddenly asked when I was gently wiping off the dried blood on his lips so I stopped and looked at his eyes.

I was thinking twice whether I should tell him the truth or not but I chose the second option.

"No" I said and continued to act normal while cleaning up his face.

He grabbed my wrist and stopped me from cleaning up his face. He looked straight into my eyes and smirked.

"If you're lying, I'm gonna have to kiss you again" He said and he let go of me.

Panic rushed through me when he stood up. I know what he's going to do. He's going to watch the camera from last night to check but I stopped him from going to his room and grabbed his arm.

"You did" I said, a bit embarrassed that I had to lie.

"You lied but I'm gonna let that pass so I'm not gonna kiss you" He said and left me to go to his room.

I let out a breath. I'm not even done with fixing his face but it's better that he left because I don't want it to be awkward and I don't want to talk about what happened anymore. He's supposed to apologize for his behavior last night but I guess, he's not the type of person who would apologize if he does something wrong.