A moment of silence passes between Harry and I before the door opens. Both our heads snap towards the door. A nurse, probably my age, walks in and greets us both with a warm smile.

"Hello Miss Malin, I'm Katy. I've been the nurse tending to you since you arrived." She smiles and scans the clipboard in her hands. Silently Harry and I stare at her, awaiting some sort of news.

"The doctor has advised me that you may be discharged if you feel well enough to do so." She glances at me from the clipboard and I nod.

"I feel fine. I think I'd like to leave, please." I say and glance at Harry who is watching his hands again.

"Alright, please just sign this document. Please don't forget any of your belongings as the hospital is not reliable for anything that gets stolen or lost." I nod and quickly sign the paper and hand her back the clipboard. She smiles, nods and leaves the room without another word.

"You sure you're alright?" Harry mumbles as soon as the door closes.

"Yeah, I hate hospitals." I state and throw my feet of the edge of the bed so that I'm sitting next to him.

His eyes meet mine and he smiles. I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach as my eyes get lost in his.

"I'm glad you're okay. I was so worried." He murmurs softly as his eyes search mine.

"Thanks to you." I smile and lean forward to give him a quick peck. I momentarily forget about my bruised lip and flinch as my lips brush against his.

When we break apart our eyes meet once again, but quickly our gazes shift as I get up from the bed to retrieve my belongings. I quickly pull on my grey pumps from yesterday and frown when I notice how bad my skinny jean looks. Dirt stains are clearly noticeable on my knees and upper thighs. I sigh and glance at Harry with a frown still etched on my face.

"I need clothes." I mumble which causes Harry to frown.

"I'm sure a police officer wouldn't mind to escort you to fetch some belongings?" Harry suggests and I nod in agreement. I can't exactly wear Harry's clothes.

"Let's go.' Harry takes a hold of my hand and get's up from the bed. 

I nod and follow him out of the hospital room. My eyes lock with our intertwined hands and I can't help but smile. Once we're in the reception area of the hospital I finally take in my surroundings. Loads of people are sitting down and waiting to be helped while others are at the desk, frantically explaining to nurses about their illness. I frown and tug at Harry's hand which makes him look at me.

"Where are the police?" I whisper and scan the area as we walk out of the building.

"They probably already left, but I'm sure we can quickly drop by your place to get some clothes. There's bound to be a patrol car or something like that." My eyes widen at Harry's casual statement.

"We can't just waltz in there Harry. Stephen might still be there." I squeak and begin nibbling on the nails of my hand which is not occupied,

"You worry to much Ash. You're not alone now so even if he is there I'll kick his ass." He states and opens the car door for me. I shake my head and  get in the car.

"I worry because he's dangerous Harry." I snap as Harry closes his door. He looks at me and sighs.

"Fine, we can go there tomorrow after informing the police so that they can swoop the place if they haven't already." Harry suggests and I nod before shaking my head. I must look crazy.

"What about my clothes?' I whisper and watch Harry clench his jaw.

"You can wear mine if you don't mind. I think I have some boxers that might fit you." Harry shrugs and takes a quick glance at me.

"Yeah alright." My shoulders slump. If I don't want to risk going back home then Harry's clothes will have to do.

Moments of silence pass which make me wonder about what happened last night. I can't believe my brother, I mean he has tried something similar to this before, but now he's just gone and lost his mind. I'm not a hard person to talk to. If he would have just came and talked to me  like a civilized human being we could probably work something out, but instead he tries to kill me. I don't really know what he's thinking but if I die all my possessions would most likely go to my mother. A soft sigh escapes my lips and a headache starts to form at the back of my head.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry whispers and rests his hand on my knee.

"I just can't understand what the hell my brother is thinking." I mutter and feel my lip quiver.

"He never was this way before my father died. We used to be like two peas in a pod." I take a deep, shaky breath and look down at my hands.

"Death changes people, sometimes for the worst."

"I've noticed." I say sarcastically.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." I frown and lean back into the seat.

"It's alright, love. I understand." Harry says and parks the car in front of his house. I glance through the windshield and feel my mouth slightly hang open.

"T-this is your house?" I say in disbelief, my voice slightly rising an octave higher at the end.

"Yeah." Harry shrugs and chuckles.

"No way!" I exclaim and excitedly get out of the car. When the full view of the house comes into view I feel like my eyes are about to pop out of my skull.

In front of me stood a beige painted, two story mansion. The garden in front was basically non-existent from the brick walkway to the door.

"You live alone?" I pry and tear my eyes from the house to look at him.

"My sister lives with me, but most of the time she's not here." Harry explains and I shake my head. This house is way too big for one person.

"How the hell do you clean such a huge place?" I blurt as we walk toward the door which causes Harry to laugh.

"I have a cleaner and a gardener." He has got to be kidding me. I frown at him and eagerly look at how he unlocks the front door. Once the door opens I suck in a breath. He must be filthy rich to afford a place like this. Holy shit.

"I know what you're thinking, but this was my parents house. I'm actually thinking about selling it because it really is just too much." Harry gestures to the hallway that we are currently standing in which leads to different parts of the house.

"Yeah...” I trail off as I look up the staircase that leads to the second story.  Harry chuckles and takes a hold of my clammy hand.

"Want some tea?"He offers and I nod.

As he leads me further into the house/mansion I can't help but feel a slight queasiness in my stomach. There really is a lot to Harry that I still don't know. The house is really big with fancy furniture, but nothing that really makes my skin crawl like a diamond chandelier or something like that. Everything looks modern and cozy. It's basically just one very, very big, family home.

"Take a seat." Harry gestures to the barstools tucked neatly under the island in the middle of the kitchen. I shake my head once again in disbelief and look at Harry.

"You really live here?" I question once again and sit down.

"Really." He nods and smiles, showing his prominent dimples. I run a hand over my face and chuckle.

"At least I won't have to worry about taking up too much space while I'm here." This causes Harry to laugh as well.

Before the kettle starts to hiss there's a knock at the door. Harry swiftly excuses himself and makes his way back from the way we came. I raise my eyebrows slightly and give the kitchen another once over. A sudden yawn leaves my lips which makes me aware of the fact that I'm very tired. Even after sleeping for almost a day I'm still exhausted. I slightly slouch over the island to make myself more comfortable and close my eyes. Suddenly familiar voices fill the air and I bolt upright.

"Harry you should have seen it man!" I hear Lee's voice excitedly exclaim as they get closer to the kitchen.

"Shit." I mutter under my breath and get off from the kitchen chair. Just as I turn to find an exit I am met with icy blue eyes filled with sudden concern.

"Ashley?" James whispers as he takes a step toward me.

"J-James, shit look Ha-" I'm cut off by another voice.

"Holy shit!" Lee exclaims and rushes toward me.

"Are you okay? Did Harry do this?" Lee places a hand on my shoulder and eyes me worriedly. I honestly can't have them thinking Harry did this to me.

"N-No listen-"

"Motherfucker." Tom exclaims from the door and widens his eyes once he sees me. Instantly he turns around and takes a fist full of Harry's shirt.

"What the hell did you do to her?" He exclaims and points toward me. Harry looks flustered and angry as he tries to open his mouth to speak.

"What the actual fuck man!" Tom yells and pushes Harry back.

"This is messed up." Lee whispers from beside me.

"Shit." James hisses and runs his hands through his hair.

"GUYS!" I yell and ball my fists. Everyone freezes and looks at me. I frown and take a deep breath.

"Harry didn't do this so stop assuming shit and get the facts straight." I fume and cross my arms. Everyone looks guiltily at Harry.

"I think you guys should leave." Harry clenches his jaw and walks toward me.

"Sorry man." James apologizes and sighs.

Lee slightly steps away from me and also apologizes to me. Tom narrows his eyes at Harry and shakes his head.

"Sorry." He mumbles and I roll my eyes.

Another yawn escapes my lips and I decide to excuse myself of the company. Harry walks me toward the room that I'll be sleeping in and heads back to the kitchen to explain to his friends what happened.

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