He's hurt.
You lift yourself up on to the edge of the sink in your bathroom.
Your boyfriend harry was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall with a busted lip and a few bruises.
"C'mere" You say quietly.
Harry made his way over to you with his head hung sheepishly.
Standing between your legs he raised his head so you could wipe away the blood with a damp facecloth.
"Oh Harry..." 😔 you whispered sadly.
"I know..I'm sorry (Y/N) I know you were scared"
"It's not that, I don't like you hurt that's all"
"I'm alright, as long as you are" he said lifting your hand and kissing your knuckles.
"I'm fine" you replied with a small smile.
He rested his head against your shoulder and sighed while your arms wrapped around his back.
"I love you so fucking much (Y/N)"
"I love you too harry... now lift your head up so I can fix the cuts."
He winced as the healing cream came in contact with his cut lip and when your fingers gently brushed over the bruises.
When he was all patched up and his lip stopped bleeding, he helped you down and wrapped you in a hug.
With his head buried in the crook of your neck and your fingers running through his dark curls, he whispered "I love you" over and over again.
Finally you two pulled away after standing in his embrace for about 20 minutes.
"C'mon, let's go to sleep. It's been along day"
"Okay"
And with that you fell asleep in his arms, forgetting the days events.
