I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 5

| Lacey's POV |

He opened the door, which had been left unlocked, and placed me down on a black leather couch. It was worn out from all of the use it's gotten. Harry turned around and walked out of the room. He went through a doorway and turned the light on. I couldn't see the inside of the room but I could only assume it was a bathroom when he came out with a first aid kit.

"This might sting a little," he said whilst chucking lightly to himself. He poured some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball and dabbed it on my cheek. I winced at the sensation.

He continued to clean up the rest of the scrapes on my face before asking if there were any others, to which I pointed to my arm which had a slow stream of blood leaking out. He then cleaned that cut and wrapped it in a bandage.

"You can stay here tonight and then figure out what you want to do after that," he mumbled while rubbing his eyes. I simply nodded in response.

"Thank you," I whispered, barely audible. Harry heard me and sent over a small smile.

"Are you fine sleeping on the couch? Because I don't really want to carry you upstairs. You have bruises and stuff so it might hurt," Harry shrugged.

"It's fine. Thank you," I replied.

"You already said thank you."

"I know, I just had to say it again. This is really kind."

"Yeah whatever, don't go thinking this is a permanent thing," he said before going upstairs, probably to get the blanket and pillow.

As I waited for his return I took notice of the scenery. His walls were a light grey. His house was incredibly neat, not one item out of place. There was a big flat screen tv hanging on the opposing wall and pictures sitting on a dark brown table set underneath. I couldn't clearly make out who was in the pictures but there looked to be quite a few females, I don't know if that was his family, friends, or even possibly a girlfriend. It wasn't really my place to ask.

"Here you go," Harry said, setting a blanket and pillow on the couch. I didn't even notice him come down. "There's a bathroom over there," he pointed towards the room where he got the first aid kit. "and the kitchen's over there," pointing down a hallway. "I'll be upstairs if you need me."

"Thank you," he turned around and glared at me and walked upstairs. I snickered to myself at my lame joke.

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"Hello, I'm home!" I called as I entered the doorway to my home.

"In the kitchen, Love!" I walked over to the kitchen to see Harry in a chefs hat and apron, baking cookies. He leaned over to kiss me, while holding his hands over the bowl while they were dripping with dough.

"What type of cookies?" I asked.

"Your favourite," he replied, a huge smile appearing on his face.

"Snicker doodles? Harry, you shouldn't have." I joked.

"But I wanted to," he said and smiled at me before getting back to work. I reached over him to grab some of the dough and he playfully slapped my hand away. "No dough for you! It's really unhealthy."

While he wasn't looking, I grabbed some anyways and smirked as he looked over to me. At first his eyes held confusion, then pure fury. He walked around the kitchen counter and got right in my face.

"What did I just say," his voice was calm, but you could hear the anger. He was ready to burst any second. He slapped me and when I looked up his face had morphed into the one of my father.