Harry Long Imagine {Completed}

Part 15

I looked in the mirror and cringed at my reflection, grabbing the wash cloth that laid on my sink I began to was the wounds that Brooke left on my face. I winced at the stinging pain that seared through my body as I pressed down on my eyebrow to get it to stop bleeding. There horrible words swan in my head and played over and over again like a broken record, I tried to hold back the tears that were weeping up into my eyes but I couldn't. I was tired of being strong, or acting like I was. He was a liar, we always blew me off after school and said Daria was giving him a ride home. He never offered me a ride, he never kept his promise to me. Sobbed raked through my bruised body as they flew past my lips in shrills as I let the pain and sadness ooze from my pores. I was glad there was no one home, my mom would have surely taking me to the mental hospital and my dad would have blamed me for not sticking up for myself. God this is all my fault, I wailed and wailed until I heard my front door open and close. I put a hand over my mouth encase it was my parents, then I would have to make up some lame excuse as to why I sounded like that when they walked in. I held my breath as the foot steps continued till they got outside my bathroom door, then a heavy knock was heard.

"Y/n, baby. Are you ok in there", Harry sounded frantic as he knocked on my door.

"Leave me alone", I hollered back at him.

"Please you, you have to believe me I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking and I'm so so sorry princess, I let you down. Please come out", he begged.

I didn't care how I looked at this moment, I knew my face was bloody and bruised but I wasn't going to let him get away with this. It was obvious to me what was going on and I just wanted him to confirm it to me. I didn't care at the moment how I was going to survive alone but I wanted to see him face to face.

"Tell me Harry, tell me now how you're sorry".

His face softened as he saw the state I was in, how my face was swollen and covered in bruises, cuts, blood, and dried tears. My makeup was somewhere in the mix and I probably resembled a poor broken girl, that's how I felt inside defeated and broken. Yet here I was standing in front of the boy that promised he'd put me together but tear me up once again. I couldn't trust him after this, I knew what was going to happen and I wish he'd get it over with. He bit his lip trying to prevent himself from crying as he walked over to me and cupped my face in his hands. His thumbs gently brushed my bruised cheeks and my bleeding lips, I fought against him as he tried to bring me close to him. Not wanting any part of him at the moment but he didn't let go. I tired to push and pull out of his hold as he attempted to bring my body flush against his, until I finally gave up and relaxed in his hold. That's when the sobs began to seep themselves out of my body but his hold didn't falter. He held me even closer letting me let out all my emotions.

"It's ok, I've got you", he whispered in my ear.

"No you don't, that's why you came over here right, to tell me that you can't protect me anymore", I sobbed and let my hands fall to the side instead of clutching his shirt for dear life.

"No, shhhh. I came to ask you if you wanted to come over to my house tonight. Daria has a family thing so movie night for us", he pulled back and looked at me.

"No", I stubbornly said shaking my head.

"Please", he begged pouting his lip.

"No", I shook my head again.

"I'll order you pizza and watch anything you like", he pouted once again.

"No", shook my head once again and pulled away from his hold wrapping my arms around me.

"Please please please", he looked at me with his big green eyes and rested his forehead against mine.

"Fine, I'll come by in a bit", I hugged as I gave in.