Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"Why Can't We Be Friends?"

(DEDICATION TO: TEASTYLESX FOR THE AMAZING COVER!)

Harry

Jess' face was hard as he ran to stand behind me. Tears ran down his face as the force behind his grasp became visible. He was afraid of the man standing before me, as if the devil himself had came to my room. immediately ignoring the pain in my chest from the stitches, I stood tall, opening my shoulders to guard the young boy. 

"Ian?" I repeated, feeling hands clamp tighter around my leg. The name was familiar, but I couldn't place it. I hadn't seen his face before, that I was sure of. He was tall, not much taller than me, with stubble on his face. If I had seen him on the street, he could easily be classified as a drunk. I'm not sure that he is not, just by looking at his dead, brown eyes, he definitely wasn't one to bring home flowers to a wife. Janissa had found her way behind me, holding onto Jess. "Why don't you take him to get something to eat?" I tell Janissa, watching as Ian decided to make himself comfortable by sitting on the chair Louis had taken residency in the night before.

Niccole stood by the doorway, her eyes locked on the scene in front of her. As Janissa and Jess exited the room, Niccole left with them, easing them out of the doorway.

"I just want to talk..." Ian spoke. His voice was raspy, and deep, most likly caused by smoking. I know from experience. I allowed myself to sit onto the bed, slowly reapplying the IV.

"Do you now..." My eyes became hard, I would not allow my body to betray me by failing to remain composer.

"I heard you've adopted my son..." 

"He's not your son." My voice hard. Ian let out a small laugh before continuing his side of the conversation.

"No matter what you do for him, no matter how many times you save him from his life, you will never be his father..."

"Any guy can fuck and leave, it's not a big accomplishment."

"See, that's where you're wrong," Ian stood up, and began walking around the room. "I didn't leave, but that's not the point. The point is, he is not fully in your custody yet. I have came to fix that."

His words took a moment to register before I was able to comprehend what he was saying. There was no way in hell I was going to let a drunken stranger come into my room, and attempt to take my son away from me. 

"You want Jess?" I laughed, "You'd have to shoot me first. Pun intended." I was now on my feet, my arms crossed, waiting for Ian to make a move.

"That's the problem with all of you young men, so full of testosterone. Always ready for a fight." His smile showed his teeth. Yellow and rotting away with years of attempting to keep up with their abuse.

"If by a fight you mean to protect my family, then fuck yeah."

"You really believe you have a family?" Ian asks, pulling a cigarette from his back pocket. He placed it between his teeth. Ian reached in his other pocket to grab a lighter.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I shouted, ripping the cigarette from his mouth, and throwing it onto the floor. "This is a fucking hospital, you low life drunk!"

Niccole entered the room with two large men by her side. They're shirts both read 'Security' in bold yellow letters. Both of the men rushed towards Ian, each of them grabbing an arm and escorting him towards the exit. 

"How long do you think you can keep playing house, Harold?" He shouted until he was not longer visible from my position. My eye sight began to become fuzzy, along with my body becoming shaky, and unstable. I felt my body fall against the bed as I gripped it for support. Niccole was instantly by my side. She kept asking me questions, but I couldn't understand what she was saying. My grip on the bed gave out, and before I could comprehend the pain, I was on the floor. I was crowded by doctors before everything went completely black.