Chapter 5- Fixed

(Alice)

"What?!" I ask angrily.

Liam looks at me. "We decided you can't stay here alone by yourself so you're staying with Harry. You guys need to patch up your friendship anyway." he says. I look behind Liam at Harry who's leaned on the wall with his hands in his pockets listening.

"Do you want us to die to?" I shout and Louis and Harry both perk up at my protest.

"Either I'm gonna kill him or hell kill me! One of the two! I just want to be alone! What's so hard about that request?!" I shout getting madder.

Harry speaks up and we face him.

"Cause if I don't kill you than you're just crazy enough to kill yourself." he sighs as he walks over to me. I glare at him as Liam and Louis walk passed me to the door but I catch Liams arm.

"Liam please!" I beg but he just sighs.

"You'll be alright Alice." he whispers back and walks out the door with Lou.

I sigh as I watch them get in Liams car out the window and then look at Harry who was looking at me.

I cross my arms and lean on the couch. Now what?

He looks down and... this time gently... grabs my wrist. "Come here..." he says and pulls me behind him but I refuse. "No! Harry!" I protest but he sighs and yanks me into the bathroom.

"Harry?!" I ask confused and worried about what he was doing.

He clenches his jaw and looks down before he intensely makes eye contact. "I know I'm an ass to you right now... alright?" he says huskily. I remain quiet.

Why the bathroom?

He grabs me by the waist and gracefully lifts me up on the counter and pulls up my pantleg as high as it'll go.

He grabs a towel and wettens it before lifting my leg to clean it up.

I study him to the point his thoughts clicked in my head clearly. He felt doubtful....

I watch him try to be as gentle as possible. "What's wrong? You're not being so stubborn..." he says and I look at him.

"I'm always stubborn..." I admit in a mutter and Harry finally cracks a slight smirk and makes small eye contact.

"Trust me... I know." he sighs.

He puts the towel down to get a bandage from the cabinent and starts wrapping my leg.

When he's done he grabs my hand and helps me down but finds the hand prints around my wrists and stops me to inspect them.

he runs his fingers over the swollen part but I pull away and walk away once he looks at me for any kind of reaction. I wasn't about to get in any kind of argument with him.

I sit down on the couch but a few minutes later he leans on the back of the couch. "So lets try this again.... Will you let me take you with me to eat.... to put in a nicer perspective...." he mumbles the last part.

"Before you say no, Louis will probably be there so you have someone you don't hate..." he says. I actually felt a little bad... like guilty almost.

"Sure Harry." I say hoping to see a little smile but nope.

I get up and he opens the door for me. He unlocks the door at the apartment him and Louis share. "Well... I thought Louis would be home..." he mutters.  

"Ill make you something. You get comfortable." he sighs as he walks to the kitchen.

I sit on the couch and look over my bruises. I don't think he'd mean to hurt me. I mean we've been arguing a lot lately. Its just gotten a lot worse since..... today.

I don't want him mad at me though. I just wanted to be left alone. Still do but that's never gonna happen now...

I hear something crash and then him curse but he kept it quiet.

(Harry)

I walk in the livingroom and she's knocked out  on the couch already. For some reason, Moments has been stuck in my head all day. I hate it when that happens.

I pick her up and carry her upstairs to my room and put her under the duvet.

I sigh and watch her for a moment before looking at the damage I did to her wrists. Shell never forgive me.

Niall was so lucky....

(Alice)

I wake up with Harry's scent imprinted on me in his room.

He must of carried me... So he shows his good side when I'm slleping... lovely.

I walk downstairs and Harry was on the couch with his legs hanging over the edge while he was listening to music.

He opens his eyes and looks at me as I reach the bottom of the steps and sits up. "Here." he says as he walks to the kitchen. I follow him into the doorway but he hands me the dinner he made for me.

He sits with me at the table but doesn't eat. His eyes were hazy, like he was tired.

"You look tired." I say and he nods and puts his head down while letting his hand run through his hair. I notice the red burn across his hand and grab it. "Harry what'd you do?" I ask but he pulls his hand away.

"Burnt myself on the pan." he mumbles.

"Harry why don't you get some sleep?" I ask look at his tired structure.

"Cause I wanna make sure you eat." he says in an unenthused tone like I was stupid.

I sigh and look down at my food.

"Okay so Louis' staying with his girl for the weekend so you can sleep in his room or with me...I already no the answer." he mutters.

"I don't care." I try to be polite.

"I don't either. " he shrugs. 

I end up sleeping in Louis room in Harrys clothes.

My leg was starting to throb. It didn't bother me until now of course.

I wake up in the middle of the night screaming and Harry wakes me up with only boxers on but its better than nothing...

"Just a bad dream Alice. You're fine." he sighs. I calm my panting and sit up next to him.

"Did I wake you?" I ask and he nods. "Just a little." he says and shrugs.

"Oh sorry." I say. He shrugs and stands up, pulling the blanket back over me. "Don't worry about it." he says and walks out of the room slowly.

I watch the door shut.

In the morning, he walks down stairs with just pants on. Show off!

So not cool! Especially to me...

I watch him walk down the hallway and watch the muscel in his back move.... uh....

He then stops to reply to a text message and I study the tone in his arms and every tattoo on them. Well I get why he's so popular with thr girls...

I grab a pillow and smack my face into it with a sigh.

He then looks over his shoulder and starts laughing out loud...

He was listening to my thoughts!!!!???

Ugh!

I throw the pillow down and cross my arms. Not cool.

He walks back in the room with a shirt... thank the Lord.

"Hows your wrist?" he ask from behind the couch.

He picks one up and it was very sore. He runs his hand over the bump and looks at me. "Do you want ice for the swelling?" he asks.  I shake my head no but he rolls his eyes and walks to the kitchen. He comes back out with a bag of ice and sits next to me. "Here." he says and pulls my wrist to a bag of ice.

"Harry, you didn't have-"

"But I want to." he interupts. I make eye contact. His faint smile was there today.

"Harry, I don't want you feeling like you have to babysit me." I say.

" Just take it as an apology for being ass." he says looking me honestly in the eye. "I was more insensitive to you and you have every right to be pissed at me." he says.

So no more violent Harry today... yay...

"I'm not ticked at you." I say and scoot closer to him. He continues to hold the ice to me while I rest my arm on him. He slightly laughs under his breath and lets his curls fall on my ear.

"And also, don't get mad, but Lou came last night and took the car so I can't take you home today." he says.

I shrug. "I don't care."

He laughs and shakes his head before switching the ice to my other wrist.

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Yay! chapter 5....... still have a heck of a long way to go. If you voted commented or anything to get the story out id be happy! Thank you hope you enjoy!