Just Another Cinderella Story

Darcy's POV

Harry smiles a small smile and Niall starts walking to the house, where Amy is waiting at the door.

"Well, Niall, might not have been eavesdropping but I'll admit, I was," he admits.

"Why didn't you tell anyone? Like call the police or something?" he continues. I turn to look at him. His green eyes are sincere and full of anger.

"Because we- well, I- don't want to draw attention to something as small as a few bruises," I sighed.

"Few? You have bruises snaking up and down both of your arms, and your friend got strangled, beat with metal, and clawed," he said bitterly.

"We just didn't Harry. And how exactly was I supposed to call without a phone? The only phone in the house was in Urican's bedroom," I explained.

He looked at me, sincere apologies in every feature.

"I'm sorry, I just don't like seeing you like this," he admits, his green eyes not leaving my gray ones.

"You know, they were the first things about you that I fell in love with," he smiled.

"What?" I asked, walking over to lean against the car beside him.

"Your eyes. Everywhere I went, I'd be looking for those pair of gray eyes. He smiled.

Then his eyes trailed up and down my arms and he frowned. I followed his gaze and saw my bruises pulsing against my skin in the moonlight. I pulled my sleeves down, hiding them from view.

"Hiding them doesn't mean they're not there," he said calmly.

I turned to look at him again. He inched closer to me.

"We could pretend they're not there. Out of sight, out of mind," I say when he's right in front of me. I could smell his breath. He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned down.

I had missed the presence of his warm lips. Of course I had. That presence hadn't been there for the past 6 months. He seemed to have missed me to. All the feelings and emotions went into that one kiss. His fingers wrapped themselves into my hair and my arms snaked around his neck. he chuckled and pulled away, looking towards the house.

I turned to follow his gaze and saw the curtain move an inch. I giggled.

"It appears our conversation is no longer private," he laughed.

His hand enveloped mines and we walked to the house. Louis waited behind the door, his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face.

"Harry, need I remind you that this house is rate PG?" he smiled.

"No, I knew that," Harry smiled.

"It's late, we should probably head off to bed," Liam yawned, looking at his watch.

"Yea, I'm beat, good night," Zayn stretched his arms and got off the couch, walking towards his room.

"I'm going to go drop Amy off at home, come darling," Niall said, taking her hand and walking out of the house towards the car.

"You two can take the couch," Liam says, taking the cushions off and pulling out a metal frame that transformed into a bed. He went into the hallway and came back with pillows and blankets.

"Darce, you could share with me," Harry says, leading me towards his room. Louis waited at the entrance to the hall.

"PG rated," he said again, this time a bit louder.

Harry and I chuckled and headed towards his room.

He walked to his drawers and passed me a pair of sweatpants and a shirt.

"Bathroom's down the hall, swettheart," he winked at me. I walked to the bathroom and changed. After I was done, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I pulled the sleeves' of Harry's shirt up and almost gasped at the bruises that were there. I hadn't thought they'd be that bad.

The blue and purple circles looked like pulsing neon signs. They made my skin look white in comparison. I shook my head, trying to clear it and rolled the sleeves back down. I picked up the clothes I had taken off and made my way back to Harry's room. Liam was turning off the lights. He wished me good night, smiled at me and then walked to his room.

Harry was laying down when I re-entered his room.

He sleeps bare-chested?

Oh god.

"Can I put my clothes in your hamper?" I ask quietly.

"Yea, sure," he answers, laying his head against the pillow.

After doing so, I walk over to the other side of the bed and sit down. I lay down and turn to the side.

"Good night Darce," I hear Harry say sleepily.

"Good Night, Harry," I answer. I turn to look at him. His eyes are closed already. I inch over to him and lay my head on his chest.

I look up to see him smile.