Collision

I watch Louis disappear into the crowd and I hold myself against someone's car to keep from collapsing. I have no idea if Harry will be okay or if he'll even want to speak to me. All that matters right now is that he understands that this needs to stop.

About five minutes later, Louis returns with a bloodied Harry. Harry curses when he sees me and tries to break Louis' grip on him, but Louis tightens his grip and brings him forward.

"Get the fuck off of me," Harry pries Louis's fingers off of his forearm and rubs the spot where they just were.

"Thank you." I smile at Louis and he nods before running off into the crowd. Taking a deep breath, I look at Harry.

Here it goes...

"Why were you fighting?" I ask him.

"Why is it any of your business?" He snaps back.

I roll my eyes. "Louis told me that someone made you mad and you hit them. That's not a good enough reason to fight." I cross my arms.

"I don't see how that concerns you. You should just leave and go back to your perfect house." There he goes again with the whole 'perfect' crap. But I'm not buying it this time.

"Are you okay?" I ask, focusing on his busted knuckles. They look bad enough to need stitches.

"I'm fine." He grumbles and carelessly wipes some dried blood off of his knuckles.

"You're not fine. You need to get that looked at." I step forward only for him to step back.

"Get the fuck away from me." He spits and starts walking back to where he just was.

"Harry, I'll tell you why I've been avoiding you." I plead and he stops dead in his tracks.

"What?" He says, not sure what to say.

"I'll tell you why I've been avoiding you if you just leave this alone." I grab his hand.

"Please Harry," I plead.

"Let's go before that kid gets his ass beat even more." He grumbles and guides me through the now dispersed crowd. He walks around the drivers side the same time I do and grabs the handle.

"I'm driving," he states.

"You aren't in any position to drive right now. Look at your hands." I point to his knuckles. He puts them in his pocket but obliges and walks around to the other side.

I crawl into Harry's car and quickly turn the engine on, leaving the parking lot. I take the quickest way to my house and set the car on cruise as we drive down the road.

"Where are we going?" He asks.

"I need to check up on something at my house." I say.

I grab a few things that I need, call my parents, and lock the house before joining Harry back in the car.

"You planning on staying the night?" Harry laughs at my handful of clothes.

I set the pile of things in the back and put the car in drive.

"I didn't have time to change so I'll just change at your house." I answer.

"I'm just kidding, Jess." He says.

Twenty minutes later I stop the car in front of Harry's all but too familiar house. Thankfully his mother isn't home.

"Shit." Harry grumbles when we get up to his room. I turn around and look at his bloodied knuckles, now bleeding once again. I take him into the bathroom and turn on the hot water as I look for a washcloth.

"What are you doing?" He asks, sitting on the counter.

"I can't let your hands continue to bleed. They need to be cleaned." I find a white cloth and hold it under the stream of water before wringing it out.

"This may sting," I warn as I press the cloth against his knuckles. He curses but lets me clean them thoroughly.

"How did you get so good at this?" He looks down at me. I take out a bandage from a package under his sink and wrap it around each hand.

"My mother," I start, throwing away the trash, "she was a nurse before she met my dad. She taught me how to treat simple things like this." I tell him to turn around and he takes his shirt off, letting me see the wounds on his back.

"How did you get these?" I ask, studying the various cuts on his neck and shoulders.

He shrugs. "Probably from the gravel." I clean the cuts with peroxide before putting band aids on them also. It doesn't look great but it'll do.

"Thank you," He says as I clean the pink water from the sink. I look back at him to see his face inches away from mine, his lips close enough to where ours touch when we speak.

"Why did you get in a fight?" I ask softly.

"I was mad that you were avoiding me." he brushes his thumb against my lip.

"I'm sorry to put you through that," I apologize and surprise him by leaning up and kissing him.

Notes

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