THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER FORTY SIX.

After i'm done drinking the juice, Harry takes the glass from my hands. I can feel his eyes on me but I keep my gaze down, staring at the broken glass. I hear Harry sigh before he sits down beside me, the mattress dipping down from his weight.

"Here, lemme have a look." Harry says, bringing his palm in front of me and I stare at it for a couple of seconds, thinking what he wants to have a look at. I feel him shuffle a bit before he speaks up again. "Your finger Stella, let me see the unnecessary damage you caused to yourself." The irritation is clear in his voice as he talks and before I know it he has managed to grab my wrist tugging it towards him.

I wince at the feeling of his fingers on the sore skin of my wrist, the burn from the ropes Josh tied me to is still evident so are the red marks but thankfully Harry has not noticed them yet and I plan to let it be that way, not sure what will he do if he finds them.

"Did you hear what I just said?" I hear Harry saying and I turn my attention towards him. He has a frown etched on his face and his jaw is clenched, making it very clear to me that he's trying to control his anger.

The corners of my lips turns downwards as I try to remember his words. What did he say? I didn't hear him uttering a single word.

"Jeez, I said it's not that bad. You don't need to put a bandaid if you don't want to." Harry snaps letting go of my wrist with a sharp tug, his sudden harsh action causes a small involuntary gasp to escape my mouth.

Before I can bring my hand back into my lap, Harry grabs my forearm. I watch him with eyes wide with horror as he stares down at the marks on wrists, his eyes narrowed into thin slits. Not sure what else to do, I try to snatch my arm away but Harry's grip only become tight, his fingernails digging into my flesh. He examines the freshly inflicted red marks on my wrist for a little longer before his head snaps upwards, his narrowed eyes staring into my wide, glossy ones.

"Show me your other wrist." He commands, his voice dead serious and his face expressionless as if daring me to disobey. I stare at him with horrified expressions, not finding the strength to move any part of body.

"I said show me the other one." Harry shouts, his voice echoing through the entire room, making him sound even more dangerous.

My entire body becomes tense as Harry stands up from his place abruptly and hover over me. I hesitantly look up in his eyes but seeing the anger in them, I instantly lower my gaze, regretting looking up. Slowly I bring my shivering arm forward, knowing that I have no other choice. If Harry wants to have a look at it, he will, one way or another.

Harry takes no time in grabbing it and bringing it closer to his face, his eyes fixated on the marks. I feel his fingers running over the sensitive skin and I bite my lower lip in an attempt to not hiss or gasp. Harry applies more pressure on it and I clamp my eyes shut, trying to absorb the pain his action causes, hoping that it will be over soon.

"How did this happen?" His voice is demanding as he speaks, letting go of my forearm at the same time and I immediately bring it to my chest, fisting my shirt tightly in my hand, not wanting Harry to see or touch my wrist again. Who the hell does he think he is?

"I don't know." I say, my voice is high pitched and ends up as a small strangled sob. Harry breathes in sharply at my words and shakes his head, I watch as his naked feet take a step back, moving closer to my sitting body, if it's even possible.

"Don't lie." Harry's hand reaches forward and I flinch back, moving away from him as much as possible. "It's okay, I'm not hurting you. Am I? Just give me an answer." His voice is suddenly much calmer, no longer sounding dangerous and deadly.

I contemplate over what to say. I can't tell him about my attempt to escape this house, fully aware that it will result into something nasty, neither can I say that he did it because only god knows what it will lead to. The only thing I can do is distract him from the topic for sometime and that's what I decide to do.