Criminal // h.s

05

"Harry please stop." I plead with tears running down my face.

He doesn't listen, he keeps on and soon I start to see dark spots fill my vision and before I knew it I passed out.

HARRY'S POV

I stop when I realize that she passed out. I mentally groan, why did I just do that?

I leave the kitchen and start walking to the bathroom which was next to her parents room and take the First Aid kit.

I walk back down to the kitchen and clean up the blood around her cut. When I clean the blood around the cut I start dabbing alcohol with a cotton on it softly. After that I start to stitch up her wound making sure I do it slow so I won't mess up.

I put all the things back in the First IAid kit and close it. I take lift her up from the counter and start carrying her bridal styles to her room. When I put her down on her face I study her features real quick, she's so beautiful. It hurts so much she will not love me back.

Though I can make her...

I shake my head from the dumb thoughts running all over my mind right now.

I hear the door bell ring from downstairs nearly making my heart jump out of my chest but then I slowly started to realize it was just Zayn and Niall. Well, at least I hope it's them.

I go down and check through the peephole, I let out a huge breath of relief when I saw it was Zayn and Niall. I open the door and let them in. "Hey," I greet them as they walk in. They greet back. "Do you have the stuff?" Zayn says in an instant, damn is that all he fucking cares about? "Calm down man we just came." Niall says making me chuckle. I guess you could say me and Niall are closer than me and Zayn are.

Zayn rolls his eyes and goes to the living room. "So where is this girl you been talking about so much, eh?" Niall ask, "I haven't been talking about her." I say in a monotone tone, he just responds with a "Mhmm..."

Niall has a couple of tattoos compared to Zayn who looks like he has a million.

"But really where is she?" He asks,

"Well I kind of like.. erm, cut her?" I respond making it sound more like a question more than an answer. Niall rolls his eyes, he knows how I act when I'm mad and how things can go bad faster than you can say 'Ouch'.

Just as I was about to go to the living room and give Zayn the stuff I see two pair of hazel eyes starring at me and Niall.

"Well look who decided to join us." Niall smirks eyeing her up and down making my temper rise, I give him a soft push and walk over to her putting my arm around her.

Kylie's POV

I open my eyes and quickly remember what happen earlier. I get up from the my bed and feel pain shoot through my arm. I looked at it and realized it had stitches but how?

It must have been Harry...

"Pft, Harry wouldn't do shit." I say quietly, just as I was about to leave I stop dead in my tracks when I hear different voices coming from downstairs.

"So where is this girl you been talking about so much, eh?" I hear a thick Irish voice speak. Then I remember Harry said he was gonna meet his friends, this must be them. I slowly start walking down the stairs when I reach the bottom I see a boy with tan skin and let me tell you this boy could be a fucking model. But he didn't seem to notice me so I keep walking 'till I enter the kitchen which quickly caught Harry's attention.

"Well look who decided to join us." The boy with the Irish accent said with a smirk eyeing me up and down making me feel uncomfortable.

Harry came next to me and tried to put his arm around me. He would've thought! I moved his arm roughly and walk past through him and his dumb friend whom I still don't know the name of.

"Bitch." I hear the Irish one say making my heart feel like it just shattered. Harry gave him a warning look but didn't say nothing. He shrugged and went to the living room where the boy who looked like a model was.

"How are you feeling babe?" Harry says making me glare at him, "Don't call me babe. I'm not your babe." I say sternly. He chuckled and came closer to me. "What would like me to call you then?" he whispers softly against my ear making me feel his warm breathe, making my down there go nuts. Stupid hormones.

"B-by my name,"

"Really?" he says pushing me softly against the fridge and I nod.

Time out, why am I suddenly letting him do this to me? This will not be like last time. I try to push him away from me but boy is he strong. "Move." I demand him, his eyes are darker than his usual light green eyes. But not because he's angry but lust.

I push him roughly making me satisfied when he moved.