The Bad Boy’s Girl

I had led him to the couch, sort of confused, but yet all i knew I could do is comfort him, but just a few hours ago he told me to stay away from him, but that was pushed the back of my head.

I rubbed his back, tracing tiny circles until he was calmed down. His hands were buried in his face, and I respect the silence between us until he was summer down. He wiped his eyes and then sighed looking at me with glossy eyes, about five minutes later.

My eyes met his and then he sighed. Looking away from me, I guess it was awkward. I was wanting to question why he always gets into fights but a part of me couldn't. He hates me but he comes crying to me and i don't know what for, he looked like a little vulnerable child.

"Harry?" I said in a whisper. He didn't look at me, but I know e heard me, he just looked in a different direction. But I was loud enough done could hear me. "what's wrong?"

His head flicked and turned to me. "Why should you care? You don't know me!" He semi yelled, eyes piercing into mine.

He has some crazy mood swings, he frowned and then looked away again and then sighed, wiping his face. I looked away from him, not giving him a response taking my hand from off his back and placed my hands into my lap, just a minute ago I was doing homework and now here I am comforting someone I soothingly hate. Wait, I don't hate Harry. Just strongly dislike his change of mood, along with his mood period.

He could't stay here for long though, my mom was going to be here just shortly. I was wanting to say something about it, but then again I didn't. We didn't like each other. Harry and Sarah in the same sentence doesn't mix at all. we are like oil and water. We don't go.

I heard a car door shut about five minutes later, my eyes widened. Harry had stopped the crying but he was still sitting there he was still looking into space.

"my moms home." I mumbled.

Harry looked at me without a word, finally thedoor opened. I looked up to see my mom. she looked at me and then Harry. Her ruby red lip stick was on her lips with her black suit she wore snuggly along with her high heels.

"who might this be?" She said curious, taking off her jacket.

"This is Harry," I braathe softly. Trying to stay calm thinking of something. I then blurt. "Helping him with a few assignments."

She looked at Harry, focusing in on him, soon focusing back at me. "Book, and paper? Are you fibbing Sarah?"

"No." I squealed nervously. "He just got here." Why wasn't Harry saying anything?

My mom didn't say anything, she just looked at him once more. "What happened to his face?"

"Nice of you to say mom." I spoke, rolling my eyes.

She shook her head, looked down. She walked out the living room soon which felt like forever.

I then looked at Harry for a moment. Letting out a long sigh. "Come on."

He frowned.

I stood from the couch, he followed behind me, I walked into the bathroom. He stood by the door, I gestured my hand for him to come inside.

i had grabbed some supplies out the medicine cabinet. Without thinking I had actually grabbed his arm tugging him to come closer to me. He looked down at me slightly confused. I had grabbed some ointment for open wounds. I had put some on a cotton swab.

"Stay still please ." I said softly before putting the cotton swab on his Cut. "It will heal faster with this and it will not hurt at all, i suggest you not lick your lips so you won't taste it or anything. For a short while."

when I was done with his lip, I had grabbed cold cloth softly pressing it to the bruise by the bottom of his left eye.

He winced a little bit but stayed calm about it, actually taking it like a man.

I was finished and then put everything up, giving him a small smile.

"Thanks." He mumbled finally speaking.

"You're welcome." I said softly. Leading him out the bathroom and into my room. I don't know why I brought him into my room, leaving the door open so my mom wouldn't expect anything.

I gave him permission to sit on my bed. He sat down and I grabbed my paper and a pencil sitting down next to him.

"What are you doing?" Hatry asked looking at the paper while I was writing.

"an essay." I said after wring the first sentence. "Are you feeling better?" I asked him.

He was about to speak.

"Sarah where are you?" My mom called. "Is that boy still with you?"

"Mom!" I said, slightly embarrassed. "Why can't she face the fact that I am eight teen now?" I huffed. Harry smiled.

He Looked down at me. "Charish it."

Notes

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