5. Chapter 5
I use my shoulders against the wooden door and pound myself into it. "Come the fuck on!" I growl. I back up from the door and raise my right foot. I plunge it onto the door, making it crack down the middle as it swings open.
I run to the shower and rip open the curtains, looking down at Harry's wet body.
"Harry!" I drop down to my knees and grab his face into my hands. "Harry, wake up. Open your eyes, Harry, open your eyes." I slap his face a couple times and get no response. "Wake up. Please, wake up!"
His body looked too fragile. Too broken. I just wanted to shake him or I'd release the scream building up inside me. I grabbed two large towels from the closet and wrap it around his torso, the other underneath his head. I pick him up out of the water gently and cradle him into my arms all the way to my room, lying him softly on my bed.
"Harry.." I whispered.
Why did he do this to me? Is he purposely trying to make me go mad? I quickly stand up from him and pace back and forth, feeling the anger fume through my veins. I target the wall next to the door and slam my fist into it. The wall indents a little as the throbbing of the crash begins in my knuckles, making its way to my forearm.
I shake it quickly and look at Harry. Still passed out. I grab underwear, baggy shorts, and a white V-neck shirt. Placing it all next to him, I take off the towel around his torso and unknowingly reveal his private.
I just look away. I owe him that much.
I slide up the boxers all the way and notice something. Scars. They were draped across his knees, his shins, some up his thighs. I clump a part of the blankets in one of my hands and lift my index finger up to them. Then, I trace.
It feels rugged, like the bottom of a shoe, which only infuriates me more. I squeeze my eyes shut and pull the shorts up his legs. I scoot up the mattress and slowly arc his back up, trying not to grip his body when I look at his marks.
His arms had a couple, his forearm had an old burn, and his shoulder had a yellowish bruise, like it was trying to get better but can't. I sigh heavily, running fingers through my hair and slip the shirt over his head and down his body. Harry shivers and I dart my eyes.
"Stop.." He mumbles angrily.
Was he talking to me? I lean my face close to his and check his eyes. Weren't opened at all, but I wish they were. His eyes were an emerald green, sometimes blazing when he was scared of me. I liked that.
His face was mesmerizing. I trail my hand to his cheek and move it to his forehead. I look at his features and see a small crooked scar next to his right eyebrow. I lace my fingers in his hair and kiss the center of his forehead. All I want to do is keep him safe. Why can't he just listen?
I look at my phones time and picked my body off the bed.
Go, Niall. You have to leave.
I cover him with blankets and make my way out, looking at him one more time.