Hockey and Curls Dont Mix

Crossing Enemy Lines

IMPORTANT QUESTION:

The cover, does anyone think it needs changed? It was the second cover I'd made for the book but now seems boring, thank god Harry has a picture of him wearing a Hockey Jersey, but anyway, I can make a new one if you the readers would like because I'm fully prepared to do so. So, with that out of the way, I'm happy that people are liking this so, thank you for reading and being awesome for clicking on this book.

Oh, and I put up a chapter for a new Harry Fanfic, it's called "This Is The World Blue." The description is very short and it's an AU like most of my stories are, so check it out if you feel like you want too unless you have a life unlike myself 😄

ONWARD TO THE CHAPTER CAUSE YOLO

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Chapter Seven

"Harry?!" I exclaimed at the sight in front of me.

Harry was stood on my door step soaking wet, blood dripping from his nose and lip with a large gash under his left eye and a bruise forming around it. We stood there in silence when Hunter dropped the hockey stick causing a clatter to ring through the silence causing me to break from my haze of Harry's condition.

"Hunter go get the first aid kit and a bag of peas." I said pushing him towards the bathroom, I grabbed a shivering Harry. "C'mon." I grabbed his arm causing him to wince but I ignored it pulling him to my kitchen.

"What happened?" I asked after I had him sit on a chair at the island, I went behind him and tugged his jacket off seeing bruises under the wet article of clothing. He didn't answer he only continued to shiver whilst little incoherent mumbles left his lips; which at this point were turning a purplish blue color.

"Hunter! Bring a wet rag and hurry!" I called, I heard Hunter trip in the hall followed by loud curses being released from his mouth as if he had been raised by drunken sailors. "Here." Hunter grunted running through the door dropping the plastic first aid kit on the island in front of Harry, he bent over rubbing his knee. I quickly grabbed the kit and threw it open pulling out various disinfecting sprays and bandages.

I shook up the disinfectant in the can before looking to Harry who had his head down, his curls flattened from the rain. "Harry I need you to look at me," he hesitated before looking up. I took the wet cloth and held it out towards him only to have him flinch. "Chill, I just need to wipe the blood off so I can disinfect it." He took a deep breath letting it go slowly before giving me the go ahead.

I wiped the blood from the gash away first since it was the largest cut then I wiped the blood away from his nose and lip he winced every few wipes from the rough material of the wet rag. "I need to spray this," I held up the can for him to see it, his eyes roamed the bottle they were dull compared to the bright green I'd seen in the short time I've known him. "Okay?" I asked, he hesitantly nodded then closed his eyes. I sprayed the disinfectant in the gash he hissed at the burn. "Sorry.." I said, if this damage was my doing I wouldn't actually mean sorry but... This is worse than a punch to the jaw to prove a point. This was a full on fight and I sincerely felt sorry for causing him more pain than what he was already in.

"S'okay, you're probably enjoying this." He murmured, I felt my mouth go agape. "Look, I may dislike you, and I may have knocked you out, only to prove a point I may add, but I don't enjoy seeing you like this." I said then putting a numbing solution on his lip since you can't apply the disinfectant to the mouth or else you may be making a trip to the emergency room. "Thank you.." He mumbled, I ignored him pulling out a bandage since his gash wasn't big enough for stitches. "When I'm done, I expect an explanation Harry." I told him, I put the bandage on and cleaned him up.

"Hunter? Could you please run up to Andy's old room and get Harry some clothes?" I asked, I turned to Hunter, he was sat playing with his phone with a bag of peas on his knee. "Sure, like an outfit or..?" He asked. "Get him some sleep pants and a shirt." I told and turned back to an out of it Harry. "Andy?" He murmured. "He's my brother, he's at a college in Chicago. He left most of his high school clothes and he was about your height so I figure you'll fit into his stuff." I say as I pack up the first aid kit.

We sat in silence until Hunter came down the stairs with clothes in his hand with a towel. "Feel free to take a shower." I told him, he didn't say anything. "Hunter will show you the way to the bathroom or you can walk down the hall second door to the left and find it yourself." I told him as I washed my hands under the warm water.

"Thanks." I heard him say softly, I turned to watch him exit the kitchen and down the hall. "What the hell happened to him?" Hunter whispered, I shrugged. "He didn't say anything while you were getting clothes he just...stayed quiet which is unusual for him." I muttered the rest under my breath.

"Well I guess we should just wait then huh?" He asked, I sighed and nodded, I grabbed Hunter's discarded bag of peas and put them back in the freezer next to the ice packs we don't use since they can't fold like a bag of frozen peas can. "You really need to learn to put your peas back where you found them." I snickered, he rolled his eyes and walked towards the living room.

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Twenty minutes passed before we heard the bathroom door open, Harry came into the living room. "Um... Can I throw my clothes in the dryer or something?" He asked the bruises on his arm prominent. "Uh sure follow me.. We'll have to change the bandages, didn't think about you taking a shower." I said leading him down the hall to the stairs that led to our basement.

I threw Harry's clothes into the dryer and I turned to him. "Care to explain what happened?" I asked, he bit his busted lip only to cringe and let it go. "It... Was nothing." He crossed his arms. "Bull, now tell me, since you came here I want to know." I said stepping closer to him, he stepped away but got stuck between me and the wall separating the laundry room and the second lounge room.

"It was nothing Mac." He said again. "It was something so tell me, you don't randomly show up to someone's house all cut up and bruised." I pressed. "Please let it go Mac." He shot back, I shook my head with a scoff. "Why are you so hard headed?" I asked him, he rolled his eyes. "Why are you so pushy?" He interjected my question with a question. "Why won't you answer my question?" I asked getting closer to him almost chest to chest.

"Why do you keep asking them?" His voice grew lower, I took into consideration at how close we were, I went to back up but he grabbed my waist.

"Lemme go." I said pushing his chest. "Why? Don't you like it?" He asked looking into my eyes, I took a deep breath.

"Why are we asking quest-" I was cut off by a pair of soft, warm lips, I stood frozen as Harry kissed me.

"Kiss me back?" He asked, I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed back slowly, Feeling a fluttering in my stomach.

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OH SNAP!!! Harry kissed her! They kept asking questions cause they are stubborn as SHÎT and then BAM THEY DONE KISSED HAHA!!!! Now we're getting somewhere 😝😝😝

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