Lost and Found || Punk H.S

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Andrea's P.O.V

Harry has been gone for more than an hour now and I feel helpless here. The boys are really supportive and I can tell they know more than I do.

"Niall please," I beg. I've been asking him this whole time but he won't tell me what's really going on. Why do Adelane and I have to stay here? What happened to his mom? What's the story with his stepdad? Niall only shakes his head sadly and I huff in annoyance.

Adelane and Louis are playing patty-cake while I try not to unjustifiably cry my eyes out. Niall stays silent as he rubs my back, failing miserably at comforting me. I can't help but feel like I could lose Harry this way. Yet, as I think this the door bursts open. Adelane is frightened and bursts into tears so Louis takes her into the kitchen.

Harry stumbles in, bruised and bloody, and I can feel my heart shattering at the sight. My Harry getting beaten like this. He's so strong it scares me to think someone could do this to him.

"Harry," I breath out, tears springing to my eyes as I stand. He smiles weakly at me with dazed eyes, using the door to support him. I grab his hand gently and pull him upstairs where I've learned the bathroom is. Harry trips on his feet multiple time but steadies himself every time before he falls.

Once in the bathroom I sit him down on the counter. There's a first aid kit under the sink and some cloths so I grab them and get to work. I wet the cloth and start gently wiping the blood off of Harry. "I'm gonna take of your shirt, okay?" He only nods smiling at me, I know he loves it when I take care of him like this. As carefully as possible, I pull his bloodied shirt over his head and set it on the floor. "Are your legs like this too," I choke out, looking at his battered body. He shakes his head 'no' and I feel a tiny bit better. Only a tiny bit.

I wipe the blood off of Harry's torso, learning that the blood was in fact all his. I sigh and kiss his nose before wrapping his previously injured stomach. He must have been hit there a lot to have it spilt open like that. We were supposed to get the stitches out soon but that's obviously not going to happen.

"Tell me we're not going to have to go to the hospital again," he teases but I'm sure he will. "It reopened Haz, you'll have to get it restitched soon. I'm sorry." I lightly kiss the bruises covering my love.

"Can you tell me what happened," I ask nicely. "I think it's time I tell you everything," he said looking down. Oh. "Okay Harry. If you're up for it." I don't want to pressure him.

"Are you up for it," he asks gently. I kiss his lips, holding his cheeks as gently as possible. "I fucking love you Andrea." "I love you more baby," I reconnect our lips.

"Let's go sit down somewhere more comfortable, my ass is starting to hurt," I giggle at Harry's inappropriate comment and help him off the sink counter. "You're lucky you're cute," I mutter. "I'm not cute, I'm fucking sexy," he furrows his brows. "I know baby, I know."

We walk slowly into the guest room and sit down on the bed. Time for another long talk.

"Are you afraid," Harry takes my hands in his. "Of the truth? Yes," I whisper. Harry kisses my forehead and sighs.

"We had just left after the last day of seventh grade. You and I walked home together like we did everyday since we lived right next to each other. You had promised that you would call me later so we could talk. You never did and I of course was worried as hell. I didn't know what to do, I thought you didn't actually care about me. But I hurt a loud noise coming from where your room is and I panicked. I ran to your room and saw you lying there all beaten and bloody. Your dad threatened to kill us both if I told anybody. He left and I ran you to the hospital as fast as possible and I sat in the waiting room the entire time. I was absolutely heartbroken when I went in and you said you didn't remember me. You said you were scared and I was so confused because I thought I had saved you. I understand now but I didn't back then. I'm sorry I waited until now to tell you but I wanted you to be ready. The shit with my stepdad is just stupid. I don't know why my mom married him but she did and we just have to deal with it. He comes around every once and a while and beats the shit out of us and I really can't do anything about it. He says he's on the run but I don't understand. I'm a failure at protecting my mom and myself so I knew you couldn't be there. I'm going to try and fix it but for right now I just need you to stay safe. I can't lose you Andrea."

My heart aches for my beautiful, broken boyfriend. I can't believe my father would do that to me, well, I kind of can. But Harry was there for me after it happened and I unknowingly pushed him away. It hurts me to know that I can't do anything for Harry or his mom but I know he'll find a way. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him as close to me as possible.

"I'm sorry Haz. I love you so much." "I love you my princess," his arms wrap around me, giving me peace of mind. Harry stands, pulling me into his arms even more. "I want food," he whispers against my neck causing me to giggle. "Let me go get you something," I kiss his bruised knuckles. "Make Louis do it," he whines.

"You can ask him nicely mister," I scold. "Ugh fine," he sighs dramatically. I pinch his unburied cheek softly and walk downstairs. He trails a bit slower behind me, obviously sore like I had been.

Twenty minutes later Harry has his chicken nuggets and is his happy self once again. "I still don't know what to do about him," he sighs. "You'll figure it out Hazza. I know you will."

A knock at the door sounds, confusing us. The boys and their girlfriends left after bringing us food to go watch a movie and all of them have their own key to this place. Gemma is watching Adelane right now at her house so Harry has some time to physically and mentally recover. His body already seems fine, it's just the emotional toll I'm sure. We'll have one night for a break, but maybe something came up with Gemma.

Harry stands up slowly, telling me to stay right behind his back. He opens the door and I grasp his shirt in my hands. "What the fuck are you doing here," Harry spits at the person at the door.

"We're not done yet Harold."

**a/n in NO way do I think Harry's real step dad is like this, I'm sure he's a fantastic man. But I know this is a bit short and CLIFFHANGER but I hope you enjoyed!

I'm home sick today and I feel like I'm dying. I need food but my throat is swollen and uuugggghhhh. I hope you have a lovely day though.

Much love xx

~A.L**