The Bad Boy

Chapter 23

Stephanie's P.O.V.

When I dash up the stairs, Louis hands me a grabber and a trash bag. I head into the kitchen, Harry trailing behind me.He leans back on the counter and crosses his feet at the ankle.

I am about to tell him to haul ass and help me when Liam enters the room, looking slightly hungover. He rubs his eyes as he walks in.

"Hungover much?" I ask, throwing another cup into my bag.

"Not in the mood right now, you bitch." Liam snarls.

Harry looks at me eyrbows raised asking me if it's worth it. I shake my head and go back to picking up cups. Liam digs around in the cabinets, searching for Aspirin, I assume.

"Damn, you're too hungover to see what's right in front of you." I say and hand him the Aspirin bottle, sitting in plain view on the front of the counter.

"Can you just shut you skank ho mouth for two god damn seconds you bitch?!" Liam snarls, pushing me back into the counter.

Before I can even say ow, Harry lunges for Liam, tackling him to the ground in a stream of curse words. Harry sits on top of Liam, beating the living shit out of his face.

"AAAAAGH HARRY STOP!" I scream and attempt to pul them apart. "LOUIS LOUIS HELP LOUISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

He comes running in and sees them on the ground. "F***." He sighs and then dives in, pulling Liam who is now on top of Harry, off of him. He holds his hands behind his back as I reach down and snatch Harry off the floor. I push his back to the counter, my hands on his shoulder. His eye is beginning to bruise, his knuckles are busted as is his lip. He won't look me in the eyes.

"Harry." I say.

He looks up at me. "Let's go Harry." I say, my voice calm but firm.

He nods and when we turn to leave I see that Ally and Niall watched the whole thing go down from the breakfast bar. I nod my head towards the door and they follow Harry and me out. They climb in the car, and I hop in the drivers seat. Thank god this isn't Harry's car from home or he wouldn't let me drive.

I drive us back to the motel in silence where Ally and Niall tell us they are going to pick up lunch before we go to the London eye. Harry and I walk to the room in silence and then I lead him to the bathroom, grabbing my medical bag in the process.

"Sit on the counter." I nod my head at the vanity, setting the bag next to the wall.

I wash my hands as Harry digs in my bag.

"What are you going to do with these?" He asks, holding up one of my tampons.

I grab it from his hand and put it back in the bag. I grab a black wahscloth from under the sink and wet it with cold water. I grab his hands and run it over the cuts on them.

He winces. "Ouch."

I don't stop cleaning the blood off of him. When I rinse the rag in the sink, the water swirls red before going down the drain. I shudder, and get the water as cold as possible.

"Hold this on your eye." I say and hand him the dripping, icy washcloth.

He presses it under his blackeye. I wet a new washcloth and then move up to his puffy and cracked lip. I gently wipe the blood that dripped onto his chin. Then I gently clean the cut.

He leans forward and attempts to press his lips to mine. I turn so his lips hit my cheek.

"Not the time Harry." I bark.

He gives me a sheepish smile from under his hair. I sigh and turn my attention to getting the blood out of the rag.

"Why do you do such stupid things?" I ask.