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Why?

**NOEL'S POV**

After dinner, I headed home with the 5 boys . I was a little creeped out throughout the dinner. There was a man, probably in his mid-forties, watching me the whole time. I felt as if I knew him somehow.

"C'mon Noel, we're back!" Niall shouts while hopping out of the car. He slams the car door and darts toward the house racing Louis to the door. Harry and I walk side by side both chuckling at the immature boys.

"Your laugh is cute!" Harry says, shooting me a wink. I blush a little and look down, hoping he couldn't see the faint pink inching into my cheeks in the moonlight.

"Is Noel blushing?" Harry asks laughing. This only causes more color to be drawn to my cheeks.

"Guys! Noel is blushing!" Harry shouts between his fits of laughter. The boys laughs joined Harry's in a chorus, echoing through the fairly quite night. I just groan and cover my face with my hands while the boys continue to laugh. I peek out of my fingers to see we have approachedthe steps, unfortunately I didn't notice fast enough and I trip.

"Shoot!" I yelp loudly. They all stop laughing instantaneously and rush to my aid.

"Are you alright?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Here I'll help you up?"

"Can you walk?" They all ask different questions at the same time.

"GUYS!" I shout, "I'm fine I only tripped, relax!" I let out an embarrassed, not to mention forced laugh. Well this is awkward.

"Let's go inside before Noe hurts herself more." Harry pipes in reaching for my hand and guiding me up the steps and into the house. The boys enter behind and pass us on their way to the stairs all calling out a 'goodnight' of some sort.

"How about we get you some clothes to sleep in, yeah?" Harry questions.

"Okay." I reply following him up the steps, him still grasping my hand. We enter what I assume is his bedroom. I take it all in while he rummages through his dresser looking for clothes for me.

"Here." He says interrupting my thoughts. He hands me a white v-neck along with a pair of plaid boxers. "You can change in the en-suite" he points to the door across the room. "There should be a fresh toothbrush in the left hand top drawer you can have and some toothpaste as well. Is there anything else you need, love?" He inquires, his dazzling emerald eyes peering into mine.

"Actually... Uh... I would like to take a shower if that's okay... By any chance do you have a... Er.."

"Razor?" He chuckles. I just nod looking down in embarrassment. "No need to be embarrassed, love. There should be one in the closet in there."

"Thanks" I reply shyly before heading to the bathroom.

I undress and hop into the warm shower. I quickly wash my hair and body with Harry's body wash and shampoo, it smells just like him. God does he smell good! Then I shave my legs. I usually think in the shower, unfortunately. This time my mind wandered to the creepy man at dinner.

That's when it hits me! How could I not notice this? He obviously works for my dad! Great just fan-fucking-tastic! Now he knows who I'm with and my dad's people can track anyone, and I mean anyone. He obviously will tell my dad and they will find me.

"Ow!" I shout snapping out of my thoughts and looking down at my thigh. You'd think after cutting for so long that I'd be used to pain, I'm not. The blood pours from my thigh. Gosh how deep did I cut myself? Quickly I shut off the water and grab a towel, pressing it to my thigh in hopes of stopping the blood. No such luck. Just then there is a loud knock on the door.

"Noel? Are you okay? I heard a scream!" Harry's was obviously panicked, I could hear it in his voice.

"Uh I just wasn't paying attention and pressed a little too hard with the razor." I let out a nervous chuckle before moaning in pain.

"Noel let me in."

"What?! No I'm not dressed!"

"Wrap yourself in a towel and let my take care of your wound. Please?" He sounds so gentle. Can you sound gentle? I don't know but I comply to Harry's request and wrap myself in a towel that barely reaches past my bum. I walk over to the door and unlock it. Harry comes in.

"Take the towel on your leg off." He says grabbing a first aid kit from the closet. I do as he says and take a seat on the closed toilet. Blood begins dripping to the floor. "Jesus Noel! How deep is it?" He asks flustered.

"I'm sorry Harry I wasn't paying attention." He began cleaning the wound. He had to lift the towel wrapping my body up a little.

Harry stops nursing my cut and looks up at me with sadness filling his eyes.

"Why?" He inquires softly. I look down trying to figure out what he's asking when I realize that the towel has been lifted enough to show the scars on my thighs.

"Why?" He asks again.

*Author's Note*

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. My life has been pretty hectic. Anyways this isn't a very long chapter it is somewhat a filler chapter. Let me know if you have any ideas for the story!

Love you all💕