The Way Things Work

Chapter Forty Nine

"T-Tyler?" You sputtered, seeing your masculine brother, about age 23, stand a mere three feet from your bed.

"Who the Hell is this?" He drunkenly pointed toward Harry. 

"I'm Harry, her boyfriend." He said boldly as he stood between Tyler and the bed. 

"Oh so the little slut found a-"

"Don't call her that!" Harry protested as he steeped closer to Tyler. Tyler had towered a solid six inched over Harry, but he wasn't backing down. 

"I'll call her what I want, I took her virginity so I have every right to call her a whore if I want."

"You bastard!" Harry erupted letting his fist rocket forward and implant in the flesh below Tyler's left eyes. It took Tyler a minute to rebound considering he was drunk, but he managed. Hr forced Harry to the ground and forced his knee into the gap between two of Harry's ribs causing him to holler in pure pain. It wasn't long before he took a blow to the face either. Security hustled in the room and tore Tyler off of Harry, also tearing Harry's shirt right above his right collar bone. As security pulled him out of the room, Harry hobbled over to the bed side. He sat on the edge as you broke into sobs. You covered your face and Harry slowly turned, revealing a line of blood streaming from his eye. This only caused the cries to become louder and more forceful. You drew your knees in and sank your head in. You didn't even want to look at Harry, look at what you caused. Was he going to leave you now? He just found out what you hid: your brother raped you. 

Before anymore thoughts could start to flow, a strong pair of arms pulled you close. It was Harry. You didn't move out of your current position, he just wrapped his arm span around your knees and back and rested his forehead against your soft hair. "Did you have sex with him?" He whispered into your ear, ever so quietly.

"H-He raped me w-when I was 17. He was drunk a-a-and he held me down and pushed me around, he forced himself at me-"

Harry shushed you when he realized the pain that came with the story. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I-I was afraid of what you would think."

"Never be afraid. I love you and I want to know, everything. Okay?"

"Really?"

"Of course! I really want to know. No more secrets?"

"No more secrets." You promised.

"Anything else you need to tell me?"

You tossed your head backward and looked at the ceiling as you swished the air in your mouth from side to side. "I'm not sure I have any more secrets. Congratulations Styles, you exposed me."

"Good and Mrs. Styles-" He mocked. "You've doe the same to me."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Very much so."

"Well, Harry, now you know why I was so upset when I found out what happened. I swore to myself that the next time would be meaningful-like a do over." Your face grew solemn as you reminisced.

"Hey its fine, we can make this time our re-do over." He winked.

"I-I don't wan y-you o be disappointed but, would you mind if we waited a while?"

"I was going to anyway. I can tell your nervous about the entire thing and you shouldn't be. Let's face it I haven't exactly earned your trust-"

"What are you talking about?"

"What?"

"You have been here since it happened, you took care of me, you saved my life and you protected me."

"I guess, but I mean think of what I have done to you before."

"Right now that doesn't matter. Are you serious about being faithful-"

"A million times yes."

"Then let's just start over. I love you Harry." 

"I love you too so much. So, let's set some ground rules."

"Wha-" He slipped his hand over your mouth as he sat on the bed opposing you. 

"Ground rules. No sex, bad mouthing, flirting with others, abusing and we absolutely, under all circumstances, must support one another. IS that too cheesy?" He looked down and blushed as his confidence with drew. 

"Never in a million years. I think that made me love you even more." A small smile crossed his lips as your thumb traced the small trail of blood on his warm cheeks.

"Seriously? You don't think it makes me sound like a girl?"

"Never." Yo smiled as you placed a small, moist kiss on the edge of his lips.

"Are you mad about what happened?" You asked slightly as your finger traced the skin poking out through the rip in his shirt. 

"A little-wait you mean with you?" You slowly nodded. "No. Why would I be?" He asked, almost shocked.

"T--Tyler, he's my brother."

"And? Its not like you asked him to beat me up. Did you?" He smirked.

"No." You laughed and weakly pushed his chest. 

"Then I think we are good."He smiled.

"Excuse me, is this the Styles' room?" A man around the age of twenty six asked.

"Yes, why?" Harry said firmly. 

"Oh, I'm sorry." He chuckled as he dropped his clip board to his side. "I'm Dr. Reynolds. I'm the psychologist that will be evaluating Mrs. Styles. Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He looked at Harry.

"Why?" He asked defensively. 

"If you are here the answers may not be completely accurate." He smirked.

"Fine." He growled. He turned to you and and kissed you on the forehead. "Everything will be alright, I promise. I love you and I'll be right outside." You nodded somberly as he walked out and the doctor followed him to the door.

As soon as Harry was out, Dr. Reynolds locked the door and gave you a mischievous smile.