I hear her walk up the stairs and I throw her clothes back in the pile that they were on the floor. I was looking if there was any blood on them, to see if she was the one bleeding. Something is up with her, I just know something is wrong.
London cut once that I know of. I found her just as she did it and convinced her to stop. She never did it again. I was proud of her. But seeing that something is off with her and there was a blood stain on the white carpet right after she was in there for an hour? That's suspicious.
She walks in the room and sinks down onto the bed. "I'm ready for bed," She groans.
"Where were you?" She asked me to go upstairs and wait for her, but didn't say where she was going.
"Heart to heart with the big bro," She smiles sarcastically. I clench my fists. Then she turns to me. "I don't want you to go after him again," She tells me.
"What? London how could you say that?" I exclaim, jumping up, all of my thoughts turned to the fact that Zayn HURT his little sister and my fiancee and I knew nothing of it. She puts a hand over mine.
"Please don't," She asks again. I take a look at her face and bend down so I'm at her level. She looks away. I grab her chin gently and turn her to look at me. Her face is red and puffy and her blue eyes look glassy. I pick her up in my arms and sit on the bed, leaning against the bed post.
She cuddles into me and I watch a tear slide down her cheek. "Baby girl what's wrong?" I ask gently. She shakes her head and takes a shaky breath.
I grab the blanket and the remote, turning the television on and then wrapping her in the blanket, holding her in a baby cradle still. "Just relax. I've got you. I won't let you go," I promise her. She clings onto my shirt and buries her face in my chest.
I hold her close against me, humming softly along with the music on the television. After twenty minutes she becomes heavier in my arms and I find out that she's asleep. I change the channel and watch tv for a bit, continuously glancing down at my beautiful fiancee and smiling lovingly at her.
There's a quiet knock on the door. "Come in," I say quietly. The door opens to reveal Zayn.
"She was crying," He tells me in a low voice, noticing her sleeping figure.
"She broke into tears in my arms," I reply. "I saw blood on the bathroom floor," I say in a more quiet voice. His eyes widen.
"You don't think..." He trails off. I nod. I shift her so that she's next to me instead of on me and she moves in her sleep. Hesitantly and gently I grab her right arm as Zayn walks to the other side of the bed.
I pull up the sleeve of my sweatshirt that she has on her and sure enough red lines and lines slightly lighter then her skin color litter her skin. My eyes widen and I can feel tears start to form. I glance up at Zayn and tears are rolling down his face as well. I grab her other arm and there are faded lines running up that wrist as well.
I look down and a bunch of tears fall. "Harry," His voice cracks. I look up. "We'll take care of her," He speaks.
I nod, looking down at my angel who is having a lot more trouble then she is letting on. I pull off my shirt and joggers and lay down, pulling her right up against me. Zayn leans down and kisses her cheek before glancing at me and walking out with puffy eyes.
He walks out with a rigid stance and I hear him run downstairs, the front door slamming. London shifts so that her head rests on my chest and I wrap both of my arms around her. My angel has returned home, but now she's even more broken </3
"Good morning beautiful," I whisper as London's eyes flutter open. Somehow our faces got leveled with each other during the night. I smile at her and she blushes.
"I missed your chest," She replies, tracing my midsection as her eyes don't waver from mine.
Then I remember what Zayn and I discovered last night. I sit up and pull her on my lap so that we're facing each other. "I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to answer me honestly, okay?" I ask her. She tilts her head, wondering what I'm doing and nods.
I grab her hand and start to pull up her sleeve but she stops me. I kiss her forehead and pull her hand away, continuing to pull up her sleeve. I turn her arm over to see all of the marks. "When did this happen luv?" I ask her gently. I look up at her and she's looking away.
I grab her chin gently and turn her face to look at me. "Hey, look at me luv," I say softly. I wait for her to meet my eyes. Tears roll down her cheeks. "I love you," I tell her and plant a kiss on her soft lips. When I pull back she rests her head in the crook of my neck.
"I'm sorry," She whispers, wrapping her arms tightly around my back.
"It's okay baby. I've got you," I stroke her hair and hold her against me. "I'm going to take care of you okay?" I tell her. She nods and breaks into sobs.
Eventually her breathing slows and she pulls back. "How'd you know?" She asks me.
"Baby I know when something is wrong with you," I place my hand on her chin gently. Her lip quivers and I pull her against me again. "I'm thinking movie day," I laugh a couple of minutes later when she's playing with the ring on my chain - her ring.
"Do you wear yours?" She mumbles.
"What love?" I ask her.
"Do you wear your ring?" She replies. I hold up my hand and show her the simple engagement ring I have. She smiles and kisses my finger. "I um...I have to talk to Zayn. Will you pick out some movies for us and grab some blankets?" She asks, her voice on edge.
"Of course babe," I smile at her, knowing something is up. I kiss her forehead and help her up. She looks so fragile. She leaves the room and heads towards Louis' and Eleanor's room to where I assume she'll be asking for clothes.
I sigh and pull on a pair of joggers before heading downstairs.