My eyes widened as I looked down to see him clutching his side. "What in Gods name happened to you?" I shrieked, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough for Niall or Robert not to.

He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "Nothing,"

I arched an eyebrow. "How stupid do you think I am?"  I laid a hand on my hip.

He smirked. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

I rolled my eyes. "You're an ass."

He laughed before wincing and clutching his side even more.

I ran over to his side, leaning down as I gently pressed to his side. "Seriously Harry, what happened." I looked up at him.

"Nothing." He repeated himself again.

I pressed down onto his side again, this time, harder.

He winced in pain once more. "Fuck, that hurts Leah. Careful." He seethed through gritted teeth.

"I know." I gave him a pointed look. "Now, tell me what happened or I'll push it again, this time, even harder." I narrowed my eyes.

"You're bluffing." He mumbled.

I gave him a look that read oh-really? while pressing down on his side like I said I would before.

He pushed my hand away, moving back. "Dammit Leah. Jesus." He hissed.

I shrugged. "I told you I would do it and I won't hesitate to do it again." I leaned in to his side, when he backed away as quick as his body would let him.

"Alright, alright!" He groaned, "I'll tell you, just back up first." He waved his hands, gesturing me to move back. I did.

"Okay." I crossed my arms against my chest. "Now, spill."

He leaned against the wall still holding onto his side. "You know that bastard we bumped into back at the diner?"

I thought back, remembering the tall, brown haired, blue eyed guy. I nodded in response to his question.

"Well, after I dropped you off here, I went back to my Aunt's place and Chase, the guy from the diner, was there with his guys."

My eyes widened as he continued.

"Apparently we had unfinished business from before and he wanted to finish it. They started talking crap and that's when they started throwing his fists everywhere. I threw some back in return until it became a nasty fight. Then that's when their leader pulled out a knife. He was aiming to stab me but I turned and he was just able to cut me before his guys pulled him off and said they had other stuff to deal with." His eyes shaded over in a deadly manner, the tension rising in him.

"So they just left you there?" I questioned, my eyes wide in horror that someone would do that. I mean, I know people are capable of being heartless but damn..

"I could've hurt him." Harry ignored me, growling lowly as he retrieved the memory back. "I'll get him back.. I'll get them all back! One way or another."

I wasn't going to say anything. It's none of my business and I don't want it to be. The last thing I want is having his blood boil and cause him to start shouting and having Robert and Niall walk in whicg would be a total disaster then. Not only for me, but for him too.

"Why did you come here?" I asked after thinking to myself the question multiple times in my head.

"Would you perfer me to leave?" He asked a bit in temper.

"No, no." I shook my head, not wanting to get the wrong idea.

After a few minutes of just standing there, not knowing what else to say, I noticed the shirt he was wearing was now slowly leaking with red residue-- most likely his blood. "Look, we have to get you to the hospital. You need to be checked out." I took a step closer to him but he stopped me.

"No, I can't!" He exclaimed before slowly calming himself down once he saw my body jerk from surprise. "Please, Leah." He whispered lowly in a begging manner.

I bit the inside of my cheek, contemplating what he said. He had a point. "Fine, but, only in one condition." I gave him a stern look, feeling a bit angry with myself for even thnking about this.

He groaned. "What is it?"

"You're going to have to let me get a look at you, okay?" I gave him a hopeful look.

He thought about it, hesitating for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright."

Grabbing his arm gently, I pulled him towards my bed, aiding him to take a seat at the end of the mattress. He obliged, slowly taking his time. While he did that, I stepped out into the hallway and quietly crossed over to the bathroom. Turning on the lights, I crouched down to be in eye level with the cabinets and pulled them open. Grabbing a first aid kit from the far back, I closed the cabinet shut, standing back up and grabbing a small bathroom cloth that sat by the sink. Quickly, I turned on the faucet and wet it before walking out again and turning off the lights.

He gave me a look once I came back and closed the door locked behind me.

"Do you really need all that stuff?"

"Do you want to get sent to the hospital?" I warned walking over next to him and kneeling in front of the kit I set out on the mattress. Just like he doesn't like me asking questions when he's doing stuff, I don't like him asking question when I'm doing my stuff.

"Sorry." He chuckled, raising his hands in surrender.

Grabbing all the necessary things that'll help his wounds, I turned to him. "Take off your shirt."

"If you want to get it in, love, you're going to have to wait until this sucker heals." He smirked, sending me a subtle wink.

I fought the urge to blush and just rolled my eyes, "Don't get yourself excited. I just need to look at the wound."

He chuckled. "Whatever you say." He grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt before pulling it up slowly and discarding it on the floor.

As soon as that happened, I found it hard for my eyes to look away from the sight in front of me. Tattoos, everywhere! I guess you can say I was never the tattoo type? They never triggered me to any attention whatsoever. But now, now I'm really triggered. I couldn't help but stare at his stomach. Though his side was covered in blood, his six pack was shining against the dim light from the lamp I had turned on when I entered.

"Are you going to help me or stare at my body?" I snapped out of it see Harry holding a cheesy grin.

I inwardly kicked myself in the face. "Shut up." I whispered, leaning over to get a better look at it. He was pretty badly cut, though it didn't look too deep which is good news because that means he won't have to get stitched up and have to have a nasty scar there. Or at least I think is good news. Maybe Harry would stab himself a few times just to get scars to show off.

I reached out to grab the wet cloth I brought in from the bathroom. This was all basic stuff I learned in my health class  with things I needed to know and use when someone's in need of any medical help.

I glanced up at him, knowing that this isn't the right way I can fix this. "I need you to lay down?" I asked trying the least possible to make that not come out the way he would need to say something perverted about. Who am I kidding? He''ll say it anyways.

"Okay." He nodded his head, surprisingly being a team player here and doing what he was told without having to be a little kid about it.

His back rested on the space I cleared out for him to finally relax on the white sheets, head on my pillow which I brought below for him. Dark curls were everywhere, it was pretty attractive the way he looked.

I sat still in a bit surprised action for a few more seconds before clearing my throat and bringing both legs above the mattress so that I can crawl my way up closer to his body. Cautiously, I started to dab the warm, wet fabric against the open skin. I must admit though, it was hard to concentrate on healing him when all he did was stare. Stare right at me which made me feel mounts uncomfortable.

After enough pressure was applied to the cut and it stopped bleeding, I grabbed the first aid kit and placed it on my lap. My hands shuffled through the plastic box in search for something to disinfect the wound. Once I found the bottle of saline I was looking for, I gently poured some on the open skin.

"Fuck!" He winced, shooting up to plop on his elbows.

I drew back a little and looked at him with an apology look on my face. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

"No, I just like to scream fuck." He spoke sarcastically making my eyes circulate the room with a long sigh.

"You're annoying." I scoffed getting back down to finish disinfecting the cut which he remained silent for the rest of.

The room got really quiet and heated with all the awkwardness going around. I started thinking to myself for a moment when a few questions started floating to the front of my brain.

"So um.." I cleared my throat. "Why did you come here?" I paused. "You know, to me after you got hurt?"

Nothing.

He remained silent.

"Don't you have friends like Scott and Zayn that would've helped?" I asked again.

This time, he chuckled. "Did it bother you that I came here or something?"

"No, no." I looked back at him with wide eyes, realizing that I might've over exaggerated a little and calmed myself down. "I was just.. Curious?"

Harry sighed, rubbing his face before running his large hand though his dark curls. "Well if you're really that curious.." He continued. "The guys can't know I got in a fight with Chase and his group. They'll start asking why he was there in the first place waiting for me and then I'll have explain because of what happened in the diner and then they'll realise I was with you instead of dropping you home and shit will just get ugly. I'm already in trouble for what I've done before and it'll be as if I'm causing more trouble again. You see, it's kinda like a pack thing where we do those kinds of stuff together, fighting? And I haven't really been very sociable with the guys lately so I just don't want them to think I'm not doing something I'm not suppose to or seeing someone either."

"Are you suppose to be seeing me?" I asked, pausing from disinfecting him for a second while I waited for an answer.

I saw it all in his eyes. The mischief, the danger. It made chills run down my body.

"You are a different story." He replied, still sounding a bit angry with himself.

I decided to take that as a good enough answer for me and move on to a different question. "What about the hospital?"

"If I go, they'll want to know what happened and I can't get into more of a mess than I already am." He whispered lowly.

I nodded my head, thinking it would be best to finally end the topic as I moved on to grab the beige colored ban and some ointment to help it heal faster. After I spread the ointment which I told him would sting a little at first into his cut, I moved towards the ban. I thought to myself and knew this wasn't going to work out.

"Harry, I'm going to need you to sit up again?" I looked at him. There's just absolutely no way I can get that ban wrapped around his lower abdomen with him laying down.

Thankfully, he did that too with a little wincing of course.

I tried my best to wrap it around from the side I was in but it just wouldn't work out, it'd have to press onto his body and that would just make everything seem so awkward with him.

"You can get on my lap if that'll help." He offered congenially as he turned his head to smirk at me.

I rolled my eyes, denying his request and going back to wrapping it around from his side.

I pressed one end of the ban besides the cut making Harry start sucking back some air from his mouth in pain.

Immediately, I rose my free hand and slapped him across the face.

"Owe!" He looked at me with wide eyes, holding the cheek that I left a red mark to in surprise. "What the hell was that for?"

"To make you stop thinking about the pain." I answered. That was another technique I learned in that health class, that when you focus on another pain somewhere else you won't feel as much pain as where you were hurting before.

"So you slap me?" He still sounded confused.

"My teacher once told me that your mind has something to do with pain. When you think about an area that hurts too much the brain triggers all nerves and your entire body to act upon that one pain. Therefore, it'll just make it worse and more painful." I explained as I finished wrapping and tying the ban. "There, did that hurt?"

"No?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Then I did my job." I smiled, playfully slapping his cheek one more time but this time with less force then I used last time and stood up.

"Okay now what was that for?" He questioned smartly.

I collected the stuff, walking over to open my bedroom door to answer him from over my shoulder. "Just because you deserve it." I joked, opening the door and walking out leaving behind a quietly laughing Harry Styles.

I reached the bathroom, being quiet enough to place everything back exactly as I found it and turning the lights off before walking back into my room. Harry has already put his shirt back on even though it has his own blood stain on it but it still looked pretty hot.

"You know, I could've gotten you another shirt?" I giggled at the sight of him standing up besides my bed and looking down at the stain we both knew I was talking about.

"Thanks but I prefer men's clothing?" He chuckled letting the shirt back down.

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't going to give you my clothes! I was thinking on giving you one of Niall's?"

He shook his head. "Thanks, but, no thanks." He smiled. "Actually, I think I should get going."

"Home?" I questioned.

He looked at me and laughed which made my expression relax back to normal knowing that that's maybe what he was laughing at.

"Yeah? That's kinda where I go to sleep at night? You know?" He pretended to be stupid with me which just made me go insane.

"B-But you're hurt?" I uttered, crossing my arms over my stomach.

"And now I'm healed.. Thanks to you." He smiled. "I'll be fine."

"How are you going to jump out of the balcony?" I questioned again. This was all pretty basic stuff, he can't do it without making the wound even worse.

I had a point. I know I did. Which is exactly why Harry didn't answer or reply to what I said to him.

"Do you want to-- um..?" I continued, looking down as I found the floor to become pretty interesting at the moment.

"I can't stay." He quickly cut in.

"I was actually going to say if you wanted to watch movies until you feel a little better?" I chuckled.

"Oh. Right." He looked a bit embarrassed for the moment there which looked really attractive on him after all the bad boy I've been seeing lately.

I couldn't help but let my quiet laughter out a little as I walked over to my television and turned it on. I know I said Robert took it away from me but I wouldn't mind breaking the rules this once if the volume is really low and no one finds out about it..

"So what do you say?" I looked at him. "That ointment works pretty fast.. You'll be out of here before 3."

He glanced from my bed to me then the TV, later sighing as he put down his jacket and walked back over to a spot near my bed. "Fine." He spoke, "But absolutely no chick flicks!"

"Alright then.." I answered back with a surrendered tone as I plugged back in all my cables and turned on the TV.

Grabbing the remote, I clicked on Netflix and started logging into my account when I noticed something a bit odd happening behind me.

When I turned, I saw Harry. He was just standing there, not moving a muscle and patiently waiting on me to finish.

"You can lay down you know that, right?" I arched an eyebrow. He didn't really have to have my permission. After all, he did break into my bedroom and knocked down a few stuff. Seems pretty comfortable enough to me.

"Are you sure?" He furrowed his eyebrows, face growing almost like the expression a little kid has when he's not sure about riding a certain ride at an amusement park or something?

"It's fine." I nodded. "Really."

I turned back and finished what I started after I saw him start rumbling with the sheets to lay above them and get comfortable.

"So what movie?" I questioned, scrolling through the list of choices.

"Surprise me." He answered, not seeming to care much of what I end up choosing.

With that said, I picked out a movie at random. There's no way I'm going through everything at this time, I'll fall asleep by the time I reach comedies.

Clicking on the play button on my remote, I turned around, grabbing a small fuzzy blanket I had thrown over my desk chair and took a seat on the side besides Harry. We were apart.. Very. Thank God that the bed was fairly big so having either one of us on each side still left us with a big gap in between.

"And Leah.." Harry glanced at me just as the movie was about to start.

"Yeah?"

He slowed his answer down by taking a deep sigh and a bit of uttering in the beginning.

"Uh.. I um.. I came here because, honestly," He paused again.

"I didn't trust anyone else."