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Song:: Latch By Cher Lloyd (cover)

Chapter 25

Louis had set him down on his bed, and I ran into his bathroom. I started to freak because I didn't have my kit. My kit had everything.

"Maddi, do you need help?" Louis asks from inside his bedroom.

"No, I've got it, we'll be okay." I said, and not only to him, but also to myself.

"Okay, call me when he's okay." He says, and walks out. I get everything I can of his that will help him.

When I get out, I sit down on his bed. I put some hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball, and slowly bring it to his face. "This is going to hurt." I told him, whether he was listening or not.

When I touched it to his face, he pulled away with a loud and angry groan. I grabbed his face and did it again. I didn't want to hurt him, but this was the only to help the pain. Killing pain with pain. It was the worst torture in the world for even myself.

Harry's eyes flew open, and his hand grabbed my wrist. My eyes went wide, but he soon released his grip on me, seeing it was me. "Pips, oh my god." He said as he pulled me into a hug. I sat on his lap, and he winced almost every move he made, but he took in the pain to be with me.

"Harry, I need to keep cleaning you up so nothing gets infected." I tell him, and he sighs loudly. I know he would give into me, but it still brought a smile to my face when he nodded his head.

I brought the cotton ball up to the other several cuts on his face, his jaw clenching each time.

"What hurts?" I ask him.

"Everything." He told me honestly, and I tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle.

"What hurts to most?" I ask him, and he looks up at me.

"My back." He says, and I smile softly at him.

I nod as I walk downstairs, already knowing he didn't have anything for his back in his bathroom. So I found a heating pad and some bruise ointment. Thank the lord. I was surprised to see no one in his family was home. Surprising for a normal family.

I walked back into his room, and I had him lay on his stomach. Hr groaned as he moved, but when he turned over, his bare back looked so bad. It had scratches everywhere and a couple bruises. I gasped at the sight.

"Is it that bad?" He asks me, and a frown falls across his face.

"No, I.. I actually was expecting worse." I tell him.

So I put some ointment on my hands and started to rub my hands over his back. This was technically a massage already, so I continued on with normal massage.

When I finish, I see him move his head, and groan. "That was so nice." He said.

"Well I'm sorry, my hands started to cramp." I told him. It had been a long 30 minutes of that massage.

"It's okay." He says as he smiles at me. "Come here."

I walked over to him and sat between his legs as he turned on the tv, the heating pads on his back on the highest heat.

"Harry, why were you fighting about me?" I ask him.

"What? How do you know that?" He asks me, moving his head to where he could see me.

"I.. I kind of followed you." I said.

"Why would you do that?" He asks me.

"Harry, I just..." I say, struggling to explain myself. "Harry I'm sorry."

"Maddison, why?" He asks me.

"I didn't want you to get hurt, and I was gonna just stand in the background and then the started to hit you. And I couldn't stop myself and I ran over and--" I say but I was cut off by Harry.

"You did what?" He asks me.

"I ran over, and I sacrificed myself for you." I say, taking my bottom lip in between my teeth.

"What do you mean by that?" He asks me.

"I.. I ran over and I covered your body with mine and then guys from the gym steeped in and Louis helped me take you back here." I say, holding my arm.

"Pips..." he said as he pulled me back over to him.

"I'm so sorry Harry." I say as I hide my face in his chest. "This is all my fault. It's because of me. Everything is because of me."

"No don't say that." He says, and kisses the top of my head, inhaling a long breath.

"It is Harry." I said as tears started to build up in my eyes. "You were out there because you didn't want them hurting me when they already did that."

"How?" He asks me, and lifting my chin to look at him.

"They hurt you."

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I know it's short, but hey you know, why not because I wanted to update and I'm ready to get to my ideas *insert evil smile*

Okay night or morning or whatever time zone your in bye!

ilysm

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