Different.//Harry Styles

Chapter Four [4]

Chapter Four [4]

"What the hell happened to you?" Harry asked in disbelief as his shocked jade eyes raked up and down my wounded body.

I looked away from him, avoiding contact.

What would he think of me if I told him the truth? Would he look at me like some pathetic loser who couldn't fend or fight for themselves? Would he think I'm crazy for not saying anything about the abusive beatings I've been receiving since third grade? I never tried to stop them, I was too scared, I feared for everything and anything. 

Harry sat gently beside me on the bed, cupping my cheek in his hands so I meet his jade eyes. 

"Lola, tell me what happened," He demanded softly, as his fingers lightly brushed over my bruised lips. 

I shook my head as tears threatened to escape again. I couldn't tell anyone, it's too much. 

"Okay," He sighed, "You don't have to tell me, but let's get you washed up and taken care of." 

He lifted himself off the bed and padded out of the room, leaving me with thoughts and salty tears.

Would Harry judge me? Why didn't he just leave me at the park? He could have, I would have never known he even went to the park. What was Harry even doing at the park in dark? What time is it? 

I sigh to myself and rub my bruised temples, I'm over thinking everything. I need rest. 

Harry soon returns with a white plastic box with a Red Cross, and glass of warm milk. First aid kit, I presume. 

He hands me the glass of warm milk and I chug it down, thanking him. He doesn't even notice the way I gulped it down- well, if he did, he certainly didn't say anything about it. 

"I'm going to undress you," Harry says, looking in my eyes for permission. I nod weakly, getting myself prepared for the judgment that is about to surface. 

His fingertips graze the hems of my shirt lightly and he tugs, slowly pulling the long-sleeved shirt over my head. 

Harry looks away from my bare stomach and bites his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut.

I look down on my stomach and see the two stab wound scars from a couple years back, one scar from a bullet just above my belly button, the aching purple, black and red bruising that has surfaced, with dry blood and tiny slit marks from my father’s beating with his belt. 

Harry's lips tremble and his eyes water when he begins to unbutton and unzip my pants as I flinch and wince in pain each time he drags them down further. He quivers an apology each time, and I shake my head saying it's okay. 

When my bare legs are revealed, Harry doesn't say a word. Emotions of all different types are noticable in his jade eyes. My legs are a mix of a deep red, light blue, and a pinkish color. The indents of the belt made tiny slits into my delicate skin and it trickles a little blood. 

He locks eye contact with me as he unclasp my bra, exposing my chest, which was thankfully not bleeding, just wounded and bruised. 

I'm embarrassed and humiliated that he is seeing my body bare, let alone witnessing my scars, wounds, and soon to be scars. 

I watch him as he wipes the water away from his eyes while slowly dragging my panties down to my ankles. 

Harry's eyes have only watered, but have reddened from him keeping back his tears. I, meanwhile, have been crying the entire time.

The only thing left on me is my bracelets. Once those bracelets are off, my secrets, my life, everything will be revealed. 

He notices, and gestures towards the bracelets, not breaking eye contact with me as he spreads ointment gently on my wounded legs.