Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 20

"Why are you on the floor?" Harry's deep voice woke me up. I blinked sleepily with my sore eyes from all the crying. I hadn't realised I had fallen asleep next to the toilet but it must have been from exhaustion.

"I didn't feel well." I whispered, pushing myself into a sitting position. Multiple bones in my body made protesting sounds from being on the cold floor to long. I was stiff all over. Once I sat upright I focussed my eyes on Harry.

Harry had a black eye. And a split lip. And a bruise on his jaw.

"Are you okay?" I asked, surprising myself. Harry seemed to be surprised as well. His signature grin spread on his face out of satisfaction.

"A little bruise never killed anyone." He answered, pointedly. Well, my bruises did almost kill me. I looked away to hide my scowl, the words of Zayn still fresh in my mind. Harry simply started brushing his teeth, totally obvious to my distressed state.

"Put on a dress. You're coming with me." He spoke. His words were a bit vague through his mouth full of toothpaste but I nodded anyway and hurried to the large closet. There were six dresses hanging on the left side of my part, all six of them equally short. I chose a specific black dress, as it had the least revealing neckline and had a lack of lace. The sleeves were long too. It had potential to be a charming dress if it reach a bit longer than just beneath the curve of my bum.

Harry walked into the room a few minutes later, his hair curling down over his shoulders and smelling like toothpaste and a spicy, masculine cologne. I observed him from where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was wearing black skinny jeans again that hugged snugly against his strong thighs. On top he wore a white blouse and a suit jacket. His boots were made of shiny and black leather. I was shocked by how stunningly he looked in a suit.

I was sure that if this man said he was a model, I would have believed him. It confused me sometimes. When I looked at him I saw beauty but when he acted I could see the truth, his rotten personality. But maybe if I obeyed he would be nicer and I could tolerate his invading touches. And most importantly, I wouldn't be passed onto the evil hands of Zayn.

He retrieved a pair of black heels from his closet and handed them to me. I put them on without a word, noticing that they fit perfectly again. When I stood up I was a bit wobbly due to the heels. He hummed softly when I stood straight, his eyes tracing the outlines of my body.

"Here, use this to cover your bruises" He spoke as he reached out a little paper bag to me. Inside, I found an array of make-up tools. Without a word I hurried, still stumbling a bit because of the heels, into the bathroom and tried to applied the make-up the best I could. When finishing, I was actually a little bit proud of the result that I had created while having little experience. I threw my hair over the shoulder where Harry had made the bruise in my neck so that I almost looked like my old self. Just a lot thinner.

"Do mine too." He stood behind me, our eyes meeting in the mirror. The ice-pack he held against his bruise had lessened the swelling. He sat down on the edge of the tub and waited for me to approach slowly. I did so, anxiously, with the concealer clenched in my hands.

With shaking hands I applied the liquid to his skin, covering almost all of the bruises. He almost looked normal again, aside from the split lip. I was very careful not to press down too much, afraid that if I hurt him, he would hurt me back.

"Done" I mumbled, stepping back two steps to give him space to view himself in the mirror. He didn't thank me, just walked out of the room and commanded me to follow.

Harry didn't tell me where we were going when I followed him all the way to the large front doors. There, he retrieved a long, dark green jacket that he passed on to me. It was so large on my that there was only a small distance of 15 centimetres between the ground and the end of the coat. It must be his again.