Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Fourteen

"Serena," Harrys voice lowers as he leans into me. "Do not say anything."

I look at him, my face fills with confusion. Harry looks legitimately petrified.

"I'm serious," his tone gets even lower.

"Hello," Zayn says, speaking with no emotion behind his voice. "Serena was it?"

I nod my head then immediately look down. By how Harry was acting, I definitely shouldn't speak. Zayns arms are covered with even more tattoos than Harry and his hair is spiked up. My eyes follow his hands where I notice a bunch of cuts on his knuckles. We're all so serious while a bunch of people around me are screaming and dancing to the music.

"Zayn," Harry looks up. "Can we talk later?"

"Why later?" Zayn smirks. "Why not now? I think now is the perfect time."

"We can talk tonight, back at my flat, when its just us two," Harry seethes, taking the last sip of his drink.

"Oh come on bud," Zayn pats the side of Harrys arm. I take one step back from the both of them. "Anytime is a good time to talk."

"Seriously Zayn, fuck off," Harrys fists clench together. "Can we at least go outside for this shit."

"Why? There's nothing to hide from your girlfriend?" Zayn smirks once more, this time looking straight at me. I swallow the bile building up at the back of my throat. My mouth feels dry, but I have a feeling Harrys even more intimidated.

"She's not my girlfriend," Harry spits.

"Lets go then," Zayn turns around and heads for the back door.

Harry looks back at me, his forehead creases but he doesn't say anything. The two of them walk away and I'm left by myself, standing at the bar.

I make sure I have my purse, phone, and wallet as I head out of the club. It's after 2 in the morning already, and I'm not really in the mood to party right now. I don't see Hilary or her friends on the way out so they must've already left.

I wave over another taxi and go straight home. After I arrive to my apartment, I hop in the shower. The hot water feels nice on my skin. Even after I'm done washing my hair and body, I just let the water hit my back.

Before heading to bed, I get changed into a big tshirt with my panties on. I curl up within my blankets and drift off to sleep.

My eyes flutter open to the sound of light knocking on my door. While still half asleep, I slide my slippers on and open the door. It's Harry.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, looking over at the time, it's almost 5 in the morning.

Harry doesn't give much eye contact as he holds his hands within each other. "Can I crash here for tonight?"

"Why?" I lean against the door.

"Serena," Harry's eyes meet mine. "Just will you please?"

I roll my eyes and begin scratching the back of my neck.

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't need to," Harry speaks softly.

"Sure," I open the door wider. "Whatever. You're sleeping on the couch."

Harry doesn't say anything as he walks straight to the couch. He's still in the same clothes as earlier. This time without the flannel.

I grab the extra blanket and lay it out for him. Out of the corner of my eye I notice something on his hands. Suddenly I feel wide awake once I notice the deep gashes on his knuckles.

"Harry!" I exclaim. "What happened?"

Surprisingly there are no cuts or bruises on his face.

"Nothing," he murmurs, sitting on the couch sluggishly.

Without any thought, I grab one of his hands and examine them closer. Harry stays silent, wincing as I run my thumb over one cut.

"You need to clean these," I say. "Come on, I have everything to clean this up."

"No no, I just want to sleep."

"Harry, they're still bleeding."

Harry doesn't say much, his eyes just stay locked on mine. I stand with my hands on my hips, waiting for a response.

Still with no response Harry obliges, looking down as he follows me to my bathroom.

"Do you need a shower too?" I ask while looking for my bandages.

To my surprise he nods his head. I hand him a towel and with a small smile he takes it.

"Here are the bandages, and the alcohol wipes, face cloths are under here," I show Harry around my tiny bathroom.

I stand by the door as Harry cautiously looks at his hands. I don't care how it happened, I'm just happy to know Harry's alright.

On my heels, I turn around and head for my room. Now I feel even more exhausted then earlier. After making two steps, Harry mumbles something I can't quite comprehend.

"What'd you say?" I look back. He's standing by the sink, with one hand pinching his bottom lip.

"Thank you," Harry says, blank faced and emotionless.

I nod solemnly before walking back to my room and collapsing on my bed.

Sorry for the short chapter! Feel free to leave suggestions or let me know what you think will happen next :)