Exception (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13

"Avery who did this to you?" No answer

"Avery please tell me what caused this?" No answer

"Avery you need to tell me." I stare at her as tears spill slowly down her cheeks.

"N-no one." She answers shakily.

"Don't lie to me." I answer trying to sound a little bit more serious without frightening her.

She starts shaking her head no as she looks away from me. I gently turn her chin back to me as I wipe tears and mascara from under her eyes and cheeks for the second time since I've known her.

"Your burn wasn't an accident was it?" I ask in a whisper as I cup her face in my hands gently. She shakes her head no I feel my heart drop. "Who did it to you Avery?" She shakes her head no and looks down.

I take a deep breath before I ask a question that will either break her barrier and give me some answers, or offend her; I just don't know which it will be.

"A-Avery... was it your dad?" I ask timidly.

"No! Harry... no okay, my father wouldn't... he wouldn't do that." She replies. I can't tell if she's lying, or if she is just so worked up and I offended her by asking such a question. I'm going to go with my second option. I can't think that her own father would do that to her. I know it's possible, trust me, but I don't want to believe it so I won't.

I sigh and glance down at her legs. I notice the blood that still trickling down her leg slightly. She must not have noticed it during her breakdown that I came in to witness.

"Come on Avery." I whisper as I take her hands.

Avery's POV

I don't know what to think. Harry can't know jack was doing this, it would put both of us in so much danger. He doesn't have to know who is doing this, and I am beyond embarrassed he has seen me in my lowest point. He shouldn't be so damn smart to figure things out, and notice things normally guys wouldn't notice.

He slowly helps me to my feet and guides me to my bathroom.

"We have to be quiet." I reply with a shaky breath. Harry doesn't answer; he just nods his head understandingly. We step in the bathroom and he sits me on the toilet seat and starts looking in cabinets. He takes out a band aid and some Neosporin. He wets a washcloth and kneels down on his knees in front of me.

I feel pathetic as I let small tears roll down my cheeks every now and then as I sniff and try to catch my breath. He isn't supposed to see my secret; I am supposed to be mad at him, but right now I can't do anything, or say anything. I am in complete shock that he is doing this, that he is even here or even showed up at the right time. What would have happened to me if he wasn't there to save me? I can't even think about the what ifs without feeling like I'll be sick.

I feel the wet cloth press easily on my injured knee. It stung slightly causing me to wince, but it didn't last long as the coldness helped the fever to cool, and soak up the blood that came from the harsh cut.

"Does it hurt?" I hear the raspy voice say gently. I look down at him and his hand is pressing the cloth to my knee and his eyes are looking up and catch mine. I shake my head no slightly and stare at him for a second. He is so caring; this is another side of Harry I didn't know existed.

Harry soon put the medicine on my knee and covered the wound up with a Band-Aid.

I stare at him as he sits up on his knees, now at my height. He slowly takes my burned hand and carefully takes off the wrap. His lips frown and his eyes brows furrows as he takes it in. I watch him carefully as he changes out the bandages. He doesn't say a word as he cares for my injuries.

When he is done, he stares at me and breaths out slowly.

I freeze slightly as he lifts my hand up to his lips. They brush against my bandaged hand slightly, and as he pulls away his thumb rubs over it very gently.

"Harry ... I-I'm sorry." I say as I feel more tears start to well up.

"Avery please don't be sorry." He is right; I don't know why I am apologizing. I don't know what I am feeling. I feel so lost and disgusting.

I tense up once more when I feel a large hand rest on the side of my face. My eyes shoot back up to Harry's green ones. His eye brows are still furrowed with hurt. I just don't understand why this upsets him so much. It's not like he is going through it. It has nothing to do with him.

My thoughts are cut short when I feel his plump lips press against mine. My eyes widen with surprise but he doesn't allow me to pull away.

What the hell is happening?

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*1/17/2017* Edited 

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