Mistreated
Reassurance
Friday November 29th
Harry’s POV:
“His name is Gavin,” Gemma shows me a picture of her new boyfriend. He’s got light brown hair, blue eyes and a seemingly large nose. I guess he was good looking, for the most part.
“Nice nose,” I joked.
She giggled and shushed me, “I like his nose.”
“Does he treat you well?”
She grinned, “Yeah, he does.”
I nodded, “Well, I’m glad you’re happy.”
“What about you, Baby Bro? Got anyone special in your life?” she nudged my arm with her elbow.
I chuckled, “I do. Her name is Iris.”
“Do you have a picture?”
I thought about it, “Actually, I don’t think I do.”
She gripped my wrist, “Harry, you failed me.” I chuckled.
My mum walks in with a bag, “I just got you the cutest thing.”
“Great,” I rolled my eyes, but with a smile, of course.
She pulled a navy blue t-shirt out of the bag, “It says ‘Break a Leg’,” and then she busts up laughing.
“Ha ha,” I laughed sarcastically, still smiling. “Hilarious.” My mum thinks she’s so funny.
“I got your father a mug that says, ‘I’m Falling for You’,” she laughed.
My smile faded, “What?”
“Mum,” Gemma warned.
“He’s just bruised and sore from the fall,” my mum added. “He gets out today. He’s okay. I can’t say the same about his-“
“Mum!” Gemma yelled as she covered her ears.
I growled, “Get out.”
My mum frowned, “Sweetie…”
“How do you love him?” my anger was overcome by sadness. “How do you love someone who touches your daughter? Someone who hurts your son? Someone who hurts you?”
She sighed, “It’s not easy to stop loving someone.”
I cringe at her words, “It’s supposed to be easy to help the ones who actually love you. Why do you think I haven’t killed myself yet? Because I was trying to help you!” my voice started to raise.
She froze, “What?”
“I don’t want to be in this world anymore. Not with a mother like you and a father like him!”
Her eyes started tearing up, “Harry-“
“GET OUT!” I scream.
“No, you’re going to talk to me about this!” she fought back.
“Leave Mum, no one wants you here,” Gemma glared. My mum was stunned by our anger. She eventually just nodded and sniffled before leaving the room.
Gemma hugged me, “I’m sorry, Harry. You needed me. I let you down.”
I gripped her tightly, “You’re here now. I’m just glad you even came back at all.”
“Haz!” Perrie ran in, holding Zayn’s hand. She released herself from his grip and sat at my feet. I had Gemma call them earlier and I was so happy to see them. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
I let go of Gemma and patted Perrie’s leg, “I’m fine.”
“Good,” she glared before slapping my arm.
“Ow, what was that for?” I groaned.
“You should’ve just stayed with us like we asked you to,” she huffed, crossing her arms as she did so.
I pouted, “Sorry.”
“It’s my fault anyways,” Gemma frowned.
“Don’t blame yourself,” I furrowed my brows at her.
“Who’s this?” Zayn pointed to my sister.
“Oh right,” I face palmed. “Gemma, this is Zayn, my best mate, and his girlfriend, Perrie. Perrie and Zayn, this is Gemma, my sister.”
Perrie held her hand out to my sister, “Nice to meet you.”
Gemma gladly accepted the handshake, “You too. So you’re not Iris, then.”
“Gem,” I groaned.
“What?” she chuckled. “Is it so bad that I want to meet her?”
“I have a picture of her and Perrie on my phone,” Zayn pulled his phone out of his pocket and began his search for the photo.
I raised my brows, “You do?”
“We took it like a week ago,” Perrie nodded.
"See Harry, men do take pictures," Gemma joked.
Perrie smiled, “You’ll be real proud of this picture, Haz.” Huh?
Zayn handed his phone to Gemma, “There she is.”
“She’s beautiful,” Gemma cooed. “What’s with the paper?” I took the phone from her to examine the picture.
“She used to write horrible things about herself on it,” Perrie explained.
Zayn ruffled my hair, “And then Haz turned that around. He told her she had to write compliments.”
I examined the picture further, trying to block out their voices. In the image, Perrie and Iris held up the piece of paper with smiles on their faces. All the words were remarkable: Smile, beautiful, funny, laugh, cute, sweet, flawless, adorable, natural, beast, helpful, happy, lights, warmth, and life. It’s clear that some of these words weren’t even compliments; she’s beginning to think better about herself.
“She’s been through a lot and Haz has been there to help her through it,” Perrie smiled a Gemma. “He’s really turned her around.”
“Aw, Baby Bro,” Gemma cooed and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m really proud of you.”
I honestly didn’t realize I had such an impact on her before. I guess I am better than the knife, just as she’s better than the punches. We desire each other more than we think. It scares me because I’ve never felt this way before. I wonder if she’s just as scared.
Saturday November 30th
“Harry?” a voice wakes me from my sleep. “Sweetie?” I open my eyes to find my mum standing at the end of my bed. “How are you?”
“Tired,” I mumbled with my sleepy voice. I was extremely exhausted because this morning I worked on how to use the wheelchair I’ll be in for the next month. It’s really not that hard, but trying to stand up is what I had a struggle with. The doctor was right, it’s hard to stay standing with this fucking cast on and it’s the most infuriating thing in the world.
“The doctor isn’t happy with it, but I’m taking you home today,” she smiled.
I tried rubbing the sleep from my eyes, “What?”
“You said you wanted to get out early, so I’m checking you out today.”
I sat up, “So we can go where?”
“Home.”
“Yeah? And where’s Dad going to be?”
“Home,” she frowned.
“I’m not going. You can’t drag me back there.”
She walked closer to me, “Sweetie…”
“No! What did you even make Gemma say to the police about him? That he and I were just ‘wrestling’ and it got bad? Did you make her lie?”
“Harry,” she whispered.
I scooted away from her, “I’m not going anywhere with you!”
She sighed, “You’re coming home with me, and that’s final. I have to go finish checking you out. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Then, she walked out.
I was pissed. How could she continue doing this to me? How could she do this to us? She doesn’t get it. I hate her so much.
I sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, allowing my legs to dangle to the side. I need to get out of here.
“Harry?” I heard a whisper at the door.
My head whipped to the sound, “Mercy?”
She ran over and hugged me just as tightly as I hugged her back, “What happened?”
“I’ll explain later. Just help me get out of here,” I pointed to the wheelchair.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she rolled the chair to me.
“That Bitch is taking me back there,” I said under my breath, and I’m sure she barely could hear me.
She nodded and patted the wheelchair for me to sit in, “Okay, let’s go.”
I leaped from my bed to the chair, gripping the sides as Iris held it in place. I was careful not to put too much weight on it knowing Iris would lose her hold on the wheelchair. My arms shook as I slowly turned my body and placed myself in the chair. Iris walked to the front of me and helped me place my casted leg onto the pedal thing it’s supposed to lay on.
“Hurry,” I whispered. “She could be back any minute.” She nodded and ran to the door to hold it open for me. I pulled the wheels of the chair hard and sped out the door. I noticed I was suddenly going faster; this was because Iris was now pushing me, running through the hallway as she did so.
“HARRY!” I heard my mum shout after me. Iris didn’t even look back, running faster and faster down the hall. She dodged so many people, beds, IVs, etcetera. I could tell she was deeply worried even though she had no idea what had gone on between my mother and I. I’ve missed her so much, but anger was overriding everything I felt. I’m so mad at my mum.
She ran me all the way to the train track. That had to be at least three miles of running. I feel terrible, worrying her like that. Once we were close to the track, Iris stopped herself and held her knees as she caught her breath.
I grabbed the sides of the chair and stood my body up. Lucky for me, the grass has a good grip on the chair. When I was finally on my feet, sort of, I screamed out my anger. I lifted my chair from the ground and over my head. After I chucked the chair as hard as I could, I lost my balance and landed face first in the mud.
“Fuck!” I yelled as I tried to lift myself up.
Two arms wrapped around my waist and helped me sit on my butt. She sat herself next to me, wrapping her legs into a pretzel form. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I began bawling like a fucking baby. I wrapped my arms around Iris’s waist and hugged her tightly, crying into her stomach.
“Shh, it’s okay,” she stroked my curls with her small fingers. “I’m right here.”
How could Mum do this to me?
Iris’s POV:
I’m scared for him. Obviously his dad did this to him, and it kills me to see him so fragile. I don’t think Harry has ever cried a day in his life, as long as you don’t count when he was an infant. Sure he’s been teary-eyed a couple of times, but it’s never been this bad. He’s angry, sad, confused, and scared. I can see it all.
I can tell he really needed me here. In a way, I wish I never left, but I needed it. I wanted a break so badly and that’s exactly what I got. I got to meet half of my family for the first time ever. That’s sad, but true. They were all filled with smiles and jokes. I even got to play games with them and the kids. It was so nice. My parents weren’t too thrilled about me coming, but I caught them smile at me a couple of times. I felt whole again, but not as whole as when my other half is with me. Right now, my other half is broken and crying in my arms.
After a good ten minutes, Harry finally ceased his sobs. He proceeded to lay his body down and rest his head in my lap, still sniffling a bit. Poor Baby.
I played with his curls some more, “She’ll never learn, will she?” I was referring to his psycho mom that isn’t even trying to help him.
“No,” he shook his head. “No, she won’t.”
“Wanna go to Perrie’s?” I smile. I know apologizing to him for his situation is not exactly going to help.
He props himself on one elbow and cups my cheek, “They can’t see me like this.”
“Well, you can’t go home,” I frowned. “I guess we can try my house?”
“No it’s okay,” he sighs.
“We’re going to my house,” I pushed. It’s not like my parents will notice anyways. He nodded and stroked my cheek before I stood up and got his wheelchair for him. This is going to be an interesting night.
I took a deep breath as I held the house door open for the boy. As soon as I closed the door behind us, I walked in front of him and held my hand out, “Wait here.” He nodded and let his arms go limp.
I walked over to the living room where my family was all watching a movie, “Mom?”
“Shh,” she shushed me. Yet again, something stupid is more important than me.
“My friend Harry is going to stay the night,” I told her. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just be quiet,” she instructed. I frowned knowing she didn’t care. In a way, I’m okay with it because Harry needs me and that requires being here. The other part of me wishes she actually gave a fuck about my choices.
“Oh, Honey?” my dad called to me just as I was about to walk out.
I turned to him, “Yeah?”
“Can you get me the popcorn? I left it on the counter,” he pointed behind me.
I nodded with yet another frown, “Sure.” Another careless parent. They didn’t even notice I was covered in mud from the train tracks.
I sighed and walked pass Harry to the kitchen, retrieving the popcorn and watching the boy sign ‘sorry’ to me.
I nodded to the boy in appreciation and brought my father the bowl. Brielle pointed to my dirty clothes in confusion. My reaction was to shrug. Right now, I have other problems to deal with. Like, how the hell am I going to get Harry up the stairs?
I walked over to the boy and pushed him to the staircase, “I don’t know how we’re gonna do this.”
“I'll use the railing for support. Just get the chair up,” he whispered. I don’t think he wanted my family to know he’s in a wheelchair, not that that’ll change anything.
I bit my lip in concentration as I helped him stand to his feet. He is so going to slip. Maybe I should worry about him before worrying about the chair. I lifted his other arm and wrapped it around my neck. That’ll probably still be a disaster considering I’m so tiny.
His face was filled with udder confusion, “What are you doing?”
“Once we get to the top of the stairs, you’re gonna sit there until I get your chair up,” I stared hard at him. He’s stubborn so I’m going to have to be demanding. “Step up.”
He lifted his casted leg first and set it down on the first step. “Now jump,” I commanded. He shook his head; probably because he knew there’s a possibility he could hurt me. “Just jump,” I widened my eyes for emphasis. He sighed and did as he was told, putting more weight on the railing than on me. One step down, eleven to go. Yes, I just counted them.
When we finally reached the top, both of us were out of breath. “Man, who needs a gym?” I joked, making him chuckle. That’s the first time I heard him laugh since…well a long time. I missed his laugh.
I sat him down and walked downstairs to grab his chair, folding it up as I walked back up the stairs. I unfolded the chair and helped Harry to his feet so he could sit in the chair. I didn’t even bother adjusting his leg because we’d be in my room in ten seconds. Once we got in my bedroom, I left Harry and walked into the bathroom to get a towel for him. I walked back in the room to find Harry examining every inch of it with his eyes.
I playfully threw the towel at him, “You need a shower, Stinky.”
“So do you,” he winked. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. Dork. “This is a nice room,” he grinned. “It’s very clean.”
“Yours isn’t?”
He shrugged, “Nah. No one tells me to clean it.”
“So? Same here,” I said while walking over to my closet.
“I don’t feel like I need to please my parents.”
“Gee thanks, Harry,” sarcasm rolled off my tongue as I pulled a big black trash bag out of my box of goodies.
He sighed, “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You did though, and you’re right,” I pulled a ball of rubber bands out of the box as well. Then, I walked over to Harry and placed them on his lap.
“What’s his?” he stared blankly at the objects.
“You’re not allowed to get the cast wet,” I sighed as I squatted down to put his leg on the rest.
“I’m not?”
I laughed, “Did you even listen to a word your doctor said?”
“Not really,” he chuckled. “How do you even know this?”
“When was twelve…” I paused and smiled up at him as I grabbed the garbage bag out of his lap. “I broke my arm playing basketball.”
He raised his eyebrows, “Basketball, huh? Were you any good?”
I scoffed, “Oh gosh no, I was terrible.” My words won a laugh out of him. “I just liked playing with other kids that sucked too.” I pull the bag over his cast and began unwrapping rubber bands from the ball.
“Perfectly reasonable,” he smiled, showing off his dimples. “What are the rubber bands for?”
“To hold the bag on, Silly,” I said while rolling one up his leg.
He groaned, “This looks so ridiculous.”
“Lucky for you, I’m the only one who gets to see it,” I giggled and slid another rubber band up his leg till it met the top of his leg. “Pull it up pass your cast,” I instructed him. There’s no way I’m doing that myself. He did as he was told and placed them in their correct position. It looked to have a good hold on the bag.
“I hope you have boxers on under that gown,” I mumbled.
He pouted, “Only cause my mum made me wear them.”
I laughed, “Oh Mr. Four Tits, I’ve missed you.”
His face became serious, “I’ve missed you more than you can imagine.”
“Good. Now go shower,” I smiled. “Do you need some help?”
Of course, being the stubborn person he is, he said no. I helped him stand up and from there he hopped to my bathroom. I listened for the water to run before stripping out of my muddy clothes. I searched in my drawers for some pajamas. I feel like I have to look good tonight since Harry will be sleeping in my bed with me. What do I wear for that?
THUMP! “Fuck!” I heard Harry swear from inside the bathroom.
“Harry?” I spoke through the door. “Are you okay?”
“I just fell,” I heard him groan. “I’m fine.” He’s clearly not fine.
I put my hand on the door, “Need some help?”
“No,” Stubborn Harry answered. I rolled my eyes and prepared myself to help him anyways. I walked over to the closet and grabbed a scarf off of a shelf and goggles out of my ‘summer’ box.
I walked back over to the door, “Are you sure?”
“No,” I heard him sigh.
I tied the scarf as a blindfold over my eyes and placed the goggles over them. “I’m coming in,” I warned him. I opened the door and held my arms out in front of me. “You need to guide me because I can’t see.”
He chuckled, “Keep going straight.” I walked forward five steps. “Now, turn right.” I obeyed. “Go straight about four steps.” One…two…three…
“Wait, just three!” he yelled as I took the forth step. My foot hit a wet surface and sent me flying. A hand grabbed my arm and pulled me forward and spinning me around. I still collapsed, but on a much softer surface. I heard Harry groan in pain. Shit, I landed on him.
“Sorry,” I tugged the goggles and blindfold to my forehead. I was sat in naked Harry’s lap. Well, this is awkward. We busted into laughter about what just happened.
“What’s with the goggles?” he chuckled. “Are they supposed to enhance your blind vision?”
I giggled and shrugged, “I honestly have no idea why I pulled them out.”
“Well in your defense, you took a dive and a swim,” he chuckled. He bit his lip, “I like the outfit.” I looked down to see I was only wearing my undergarments. I blushed and covered my face. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he grabbed my hands and held them in his. “You didn’t just fall in the shower.”
“Well if you weren’t so bullheaded, I would’ve helped you,” I rolled my eyes.
He sighed, “Help me now?”
I chuckled, “Isn’t that what I was trying to do before you made me fall?”
He tucked a lose hair behind my ear and smiled, “Sorry.”
We agreed sitting in the shower was a better idea for him. I made him face away from me and helped him soap down his muddy back. He can do everything else on his own. I had a nice view of his butt though and I have to say, it’s so white, and so cute. I mostly made him turn around so I didn’t have to look at his…man parts. I luckily managed not to look down there this whole time. I’m not exactly comfortable with those things, no thanks to Scott.
I figured since I was already in the shower, I should wash up too. I shampooed and conditioned my hair before doing the same with Harry’s. I asked him if I could, of course. His silky curls felt nice as I scrubbed away at them. I soaped my dirty body down, but left my undergarments on. I was more comfortable that way and I knew Harry understood that.
After we both rinsed off, I got out of the tub and threw him his towel to hide his…before I helped him get up. Once again, he was very understanding. I handed him his boxers from the floor and dried off in my room as he put them on. I pulled a dry pair of panties and a bra out of my dresser, along with some pajamas. I decided on some plaid pajama pants and a white tank top. Works for me.
I walked back in the bathroom and set my things down before helping Harry to my bed. Once he was situated, I went and got dressed. I expected Harry to be asleep when I walked back in the room, but instead he was wide awake with a beautiful smile on his face.
“Where’s the necklace I got you?” I walked over to my dresser and pulled the box he gave me off of it, waving it at him. It's not even a necklace; what's he talking about? “Come here, and bring that with you.” I obliged and crawled under the covers with him, handing him the box as I did so.
He pulled the lid off the box and revealed the Lego that hung from a chain. He pulled the chain out and handed it to me. What is he doing? He lifted up the foam the necklace once sat on to reveal yet another Lego on a chain. Wait, there’s two?
Then, he threw the box across the room. Okay? I felt his arm wrap around me and pull me closer to him, making me giggle. He lightly grabbed the Lego from my chain and the Lego from his chain. Then, he pieced them together, throwing me completely by surprise.
“You have a piece of my heart with you, always,” his caring eyes met mine. All along, this wasn’t some stupid Lego. It was so much more. I feel like a Bitch.
He wrapped it around my neck and attached the chains together so it was now a necklace, like he kept saying it was.
“I’m sorry,” I rested my forehead on his.
“It’s okay Iris, I didn’t explain it. In fact, I should be apologizing. You were right. It was so hypocritical of me to call you hostile. I’ve been so cold to everyone. I feel horrible and I-“
I interrupted his apology with my lips meeting his. He was taken back at first, but within seconds, he started kissing back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and scoot closer to him to deepen the kiss. He cupped my cheek as his tongue glided along my bottom lip, requesting an entrance. I gladly gave him access, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth.
This kiss was so different then our others for two reasons. One, we’ve never used tongue. Yeah, I know; about time. Two, so much emotion was put into this kiss: passion, lust, happiness and appreciation. We’ve both been through so much and we’ve always ended up right by each other’s sides during it all. I could feel that both of us needed this kiss. It was reassurance that we’re always going to be there for each other no matter what.
He pulled away, kissed the tip of my nose, and rested his forehead on mine. I smiled up at him and kissed his bare chest before burying my head into it and closing my eyes. His hands trailed up and down my back, playing with my hair from time to time. This felt nice. I missed him so much.
Harry’s POV:
“His name is Gavin,” Gemma shows me a picture of her new boyfriend. He’s got light brown hair, blue eyes and a seemingly large nose. I guess he was good looking, for the most part.
“Nice nose,” I joked.
She giggled and shushed me, “I like his nose.”
“Does he treat you well?”
She grinned, “Yeah, he does.”
I nodded, “Well, I’m glad you’re happy.”
“What about you, Baby Bro? Got anyone special in your life?” she nudged my arm with her elbow.
I chuckled, “I do. Her name is Iris.”
“Do you have a picture?”
I thought about it, “Actually, I don’t think I do.”
She gripped my wrist, “Harry, you failed me.” I chuckled.
My mum walks in with a bag, “I just got you the cutest thing.”
“Great,” I rolled my eyes, but with a smile, of course.
She pulled a navy blue t-shirt out of the bag, “It says ‘Break a Leg’,” and then she busts up laughing.
“Ha ha,” I laughed sarcastically, still smiling. “Hilarious.” My mum thinks she’s so funny.
“I got your father a mug that says, ‘I’m Falling for You’,” she laughed.
My smile faded, “What?”
“Mum,” Gemma warned.
“He’s just bruised and sore from the fall,” my mum added. “He gets out today. He’s okay. I can’t say the same about his-“
“Mum!” Gemma yelled as she covered her ears.
I growled, “Get out.”
My mum frowned, “Sweetie…”
“How do you love him?” my anger was overcome by sadness. “How do you love someone who touches your daughter? Someone who hurts your son? Someone who hurts you?”
She sighed, “It’s not easy to stop loving someone.”
I cringe at her words, “It’s supposed to be easy to help the ones who actually love you. Why do you think I haven’t killed myself yet? Because I was trying to help you!” my voice started to raise.
She froze, “What?”
“I don’t want to be in this world anymore. Not with a mother like you and a father like him!”
Her eyes started tearing up, “Harry-“
“GET OUT!” I scream.
“No, you’re going to talk to me about this!” she fought back.
“Leave Mum, no one wants you here,” Gemma glared. My mum was stunned by our anger. She eventually just nodded and sniffled before leaving the room.
Gemma hugged me, “I’m sorry, Harry. You needed me. I let you down.”
I gripped her tightly, “You’re here now. I’m just glad you even came back at all.”
“Haz!” Perrie ran in, holding Zayn’s hand. She released herself from his grip and sat at my feet. I had Gemma call them earlier and I was so happy to see them. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
I let go of Gemma and patted Perrie’s leg, “I’m fine.”
“Good,” she glared before slapping my arm.
“Ow, what was that for?” I groaned.
“You should’ve just stayed with us like we asked you to,” she huffed, crossing her arms as she did so.
I pouted, “Sorry.”
“It’s my fault anyways,” Gemma frowned.
“Don’t blame yourself,” I furrowed my brows at her.
“Who’s this?” Zayn pointed to my sister.
“Oh right,” I face palmed. “Gemma, this is Zayn, my best mate, and his girlfriend, Perrie. Perrie and Zayn, this is Gemma, my sister.”
Perrie held her hand out to my sister, “Nice to meet you.”
Gemma gladly accepted the handshake, “You too. So you’re not Iris, then.”
“Gem,” I groaned.
“What?” she chuckled. “Is it so bad that I want to meet her?”
“I have a picture of her and Perrie on my phone,” Zayn pulled his phone out of his pocket and began his search for the photo.
I raised my brows, “You do?”
“We took it like a week ago,” Perrie nodded.
"See Harry, men do take pictures," Gemma joked.
Perrie smiled, “You’ll be real proud of this picture, Haz.” Huh?
Zayn handed his phone to Gemma, “There she is.”
“She’s beautiful,” Gemma cooed. “What’s with the paper?” I took the phone from her to examine the picture.
“She used to write horrible things about herself on it,” Perrie explained.
Zayn ruffled my hair, “And then Haz turned that around. He told her she had to write compliments.”
I examined the picture further, trying to block out their voices. In the image, Perrie and Iris held up the piece of paper with smiles on their faces. All the words were remarkable: Smile, beautiful, funny, laugh, cute, sweet, flawless, adorable, natural, beast, helpful, happy, lights, warmth, and life. It’s clear that some of these words weren’t even compliments; she’s beginning to think better about herself.
“She’s been through a lot and Haz has been there to help her through it,” Perrie smiled a Gemma. “He’s really turned her around.”
“Aw, Baby Bro,” Gemma cooed and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m really proud of you.”
I honestly didn’t realize I had such an impact on her before. I guess I am better than the knife, just as she’s better than the punches. We desire each other more than we think. It scares me because I’ve never felt this way before. I wonder if she’s just as scared.
Saturday November 30th
“Harry?” a voice wakes me from my sleep. “Sweetie?” I open my eyes to find my mum standing at the end of my bed. “How are you?”
“Tired,” I mumbled with my sleepy voice. I was extremely exhausted because this morning I worked on how to use the wheelchair I’ll be in for the next month. It’s really not that hard, but trying to stand up is what I had a struggle with. The doctor was right, it’s hard to stay standing with this fucking cast on and it’s the most infuriating thing in the world.
“The doctor isn’t happy with it, but I’m taking you home today,” she smiled.
I tried rubbing the sleep from my eyes, “What?”
“You said you wanted to get out early, so I’m checking you out today.”
I sat up, “So we can go where?”
“Home.”
“Yeah? And where’s Dad going to be?”
“Home,” she frowned.
“I’m not going. You can’t drag me back there.”
She walked closer to me, “Sweetie…”
“No! What did you even make Gemma say to the police about him? That he and I were just ‘wrestling’ and it got bad? Did you make her lie?”
“Harry,” she whispered.
I scooted away from her, “I’m not going anywhere with you!”
She sighed, “You’re coming home with me, and that’s final. I have to go finish checking you out. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Then, she walked out.
I was pissed. How could she continue doing this to me? How could she do this to us? She doesn’t get it. I hate her so much.
I sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, allowing my legs to dangle to the side. I need to get out of here.
“Harry?” I heard a whisper at the door.
My head whipped to the sound, “Mercy?”
She ran over and hugged me just as tightly as I hugged her back, “What happened?”
“I’ll explain later. Just help me get out of here,” I pointed to the wheelchair.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she rolled the chair to me.
“That Bitch is taking me back there,” I said under my breath, and I’m sure she barely could hear me.
She nodded and patted the wheelchair for me to sit in, “Okay, let’s go.”
I leaped from my bed to the chair, gripping the sides as Iris held it in place. I was careful not to put too much weight on it knowing Iris would lose her hold on the wheelchair. My arms shook as I slowly turned my body and placed myself in the chair. Iris walked to the front of me and helped me place my casted leg onto the pedal thing it’s supposed to lay on.
“Hurry,” I whispered. “She could be back any minute.” She nodded and ran to the door to hold it open for me. I pulled the wheels of the chair hard and sped out the door. I noticed I was suddenly going faster; this was because Iris was now pushing me, running through the hallway as she did so.
“HARRY!” I heard my mum shout after me. Iris didn’t even look back, running faster and faster down the hall. She dodged so many people, beds, IVs, etcetera. I could tell she was deeply worried even though she had no idea what had gone on between my mother and I. I’ve missed her so much, but anger was overriding everything I felt. I’m so mad at my mum.
She ran me all the way to the train track. That had to be at least three miles of running. I feel terrible, worrying her like that. Once we were close to the track, Iris stopped herself and held her knees as she caught her breath.
I grabbed the sides of the chair and stood my body up. Lucky for me, the grass has a good grip on the chair. When I was finally on my feet, sort of, I screamed out my anger. I lifted my chair from the ground and over my head. After I chucked the chair as hard as I could, I lost my balance and landed face first in the mud.
“Fuck!” I yelled as I tried to lift myself up.
Two arms wrapped around my waist and helped me sit on my butt. She sat herself next to me, wrapping her legs into a pretzel form. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I began bawling like a fucking baby. I wrapped my arms around Iris’s waist and hugged her tightly, crying into her stomach.
“Shh, it’s okay,” she stroked my curls with her small fingers. “I’m right here.”
How could Mum do this to me?
Iris’s POV:
I’m scared for him. Obviously his dad did this to him, and it kills me to see him so fragile. I don’t think Harry has ever cried a day in his life, as long as you don’t count when he was an infant. Sure he’s been teary-eyed a couple of times, but it’s never been this bad. He’s angry, sad, confused, and scared. I can see it all.
I can tell he really needed me here. In a way, I wish I never left, but I needed it. I wanted a break so badly and that’s exactly what I got. I got to meet half of my family for the first time ever. That’s sad, but true. They were all filled with smiles and jokes. I even got to play games with them and the kids. It was so nice. My parents weren’t too thrilled about me coming, but I caught them smile at me a couple of times. I felt whole again, but not as whole as when my other half is with me. Right now, my other half is broken and crying in my arms.
After a good ten minutes, Harry finally ceased his sobs. He proceeded to lay his body down and rest his head in my lap, still sniffling a bit. Poor Baby.
I played with his curls some more, “She’ll never learn, will she?” I was referring to his psycho mom that isn’t even trying to help him.
“No,” he shook his head. “No, she won’t.”
“Wanna go to Perrie’s?” I smile. I know apologizing to him for his situation is not exactly going to help.
He props himself on one elbow and cups my cheek, “They can’t see me like this.”
“Well, you can’t go home,” I frowned. “I guess we can try my house?”
“No it’s okay,” he sighs.
“We’re going to my house,” I pushed. It’s not like my parents will notice anyways. He nodded and stroked my cheek before I stood up and got his wheelchair for him. This is going to be an interesting night.
I took a deep breath as I held the house door open for the boy. As soon as I closed the door behind us, I walked in front of him and held my hand out, “Wait here.” He nodded and let his arms go limp.
I walked over to the living room where my family was all watching a movie, “Mom?”
“Shh,” she shushed me. Yet again, something stupid is more important than me.
“My friend Harry is going to stay the night,” I told her. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just be quiet,” she instructed. I frowned knowing she didn’t care. In a way, I’m okay with it because Harry needs me and that requires being here. The other part of me wishes she actually gave a fuck about my choices.
“Oh, Honey?” my dad called to me just as I was about to walk out.
I turned to him, “Yeah?”
“Can you get me the popcorn? I left it on the counter,” he pointed behind me.
I nodded with yet another frown, “Sure.” Another careless parent. They didn’t even notice I was covered in mud from the train tracks.
I sighed and walked pass Harry to the kitchen, retrieving the popcorn and watching the boy sign ‘sorry’ to me.
I nodded to the boy in appreciation and brought my father the bowl. Brielle pointed to my dirty clothes in confusion. My reaction was to shrug. Right now, I have other problems to deal with. Like, how the hell am I going to get Harry up the stairs?
I walked over to the boy and pushed him to the staircase, “I don’t know how we’re gonna do this.”
“I'll use the railing for support. Just get the chair up,” he whispered. I don’t think he wanted my family to know he’s in a wheelchair, not that that’ll change anything.
I bit my lip in concentration as I helped him stand to his feet. He is so going to slip. Maybe I should worry about him before worrying about the chair. I lifted his other arm and wrapped it around my neck. That’ll probably still be a disaster considering I’m so tiny.
His face was filled with udder confusion, “What are you doing?”
“Once we get to the top of the stairs, you’re gonna sit there until I get your chair up,” I stared hard at him. He’s stubborn so I’m going to have to be demanding. “Step up.”
He lifted his casted leg first and set it down on the first step. “Now jump,” I commanded. He shook his head; probably because he knew there’s a possibility he could hurt me. “Just jump,” I widened my eyes for emphasis. He sighed and did as he was told, putting more weight on the railing than on me. One step down, eleven to go. Yes, I just counted them.
When we finally reached the top, both of us were out of breath. “Man, who needs a gym?” I joked, making him chuckle. That’s the first time I heard him laugh since…well a long time. I missed his laugh.
I sat him down and walked downstairs to grab his chair, folding it up as I walked back up the stairs. I unfolded the chair and helped Harry to his feet so he could sit in the chair. I didn’t even bother adjusting his leg because we’d be in my room in ten seconds. Once we got in my bedroom, I left Harry and walked into the bathroom to get a towel for him. I walked back in the room to find Harry examining every inch of it with his eyes.
I playfully threw the towel at him, “You need a shower, Stinky.”
“So do you,” he winked. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. Dork. “This is a nice room,” he grinned. “It’s very clean.”
“Yours isn’t?”
He shrugged, “Nah. No one tells me to clean it.”
“So? Same here,” I said while walking over to my closet.
“I don’t feel like I need to please my parents.”
“Gee thanks, Harry,” sarcasm rolled off my tongue as I pulled a big black trash bag out of my box of goodies.
He sighed, “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You did though, and you’re right,” I pulled a ball of rubber bands out of the box as well. Then, I walked over to Harry and placed them on his lap.
“What’s his?” he stared blankly at the objects.
“You’re not allowed to get the cast wet,” I sighed as I squatted down to put his leg on the rest.
“I’m not?”
I laughed, “Did you even listen to a word your doctor said?”
“Not really,” he chuckled. “How do you even know this?”
“When was twelve…” I paused and smiled up at him as I grabbed the garbage bag out of his lap. “I broke my arm playing basketball.”
He raised his eyebrows, “Basketball, huh? Were you any good?”
I scoffed, “Oh gosh no, I was terrible.” My words won a laugh out of him. “I just liked playing with other kids that sucked too.” I pull the bag over his cast and began unwrapping rubber bands from the ball.
“Perfectly reasonable,” he smiled, showing off his dimples. “What are the rubber bands for?”
“To hold the bag on, Silly,” I said while rolling one up his leg.
He groaned, “This looks so ridiculous.”
“Lucky for you, I’m the only one who gets to see it,” I giggled and slid another rubber band up his leg till it met the top of his leg. “Pull it up pass your cast,” I instructed him. There’s no way I’m doing that myself. He did as he was told and placed them in their correct position. It looked to have a good hold on the bag.
“I hope you have boxers on under that gown,” I mumbled.
He pouted, “Only cause my mum made me wear them.”
I laughed, “Oh Mr. Four Tits, I’ve missed you.”
His face became serious, “I’ve missed you more than you can imagine.”
“Good. Now go shower,” I smiled. “Do you need some help?”
Of course, being the stubborn person he is, he said no. I helped him stand up and from there he hopped to my bathroom. I listened for the water to run before stripping out of my muddy clothes. I searched in my drawers for some pajamas. I feel like I have to look good tonight since Harry will be sleeping in my bed with me. What do I wear for that?
THUMP! “Fuck!” I heard Harry swear from inside the bathroom.
“Harry?” I spoke through the door. “Are you okay?”
“I just fell,” I heard him groan. “I’m fine.” He’s clearly not fine.
I put my hand on the door, “Need some help?”
“No,” Stubborn Harry answered. I rolled my eyes and prepared myself to help him anyways. I walked over to the closet and grabbed a scarf off of a shelf and goggles out of my ‘summer’ box.
I walked back over to the door, “Are you sure?”
“No,” I heard him sigh.
I tied the scarf as a blindfold over my eyes and placed the goggles over them. “I’m coming in,” I warned him. I opened the door and held my arms out in front of me. “You need to guide me because I can’t see.”
He chuckled, “Keep going straight.” I walked forward five steps. “Now, turn right.” I obeyed. “Go straight about four steps.” One…two…three…
“Wait, just three!” he yelled as I took the forth step. My foot hit a wet surface and sent me flying. A hand grabbed my arm and pulled me forward and spinning me around. I still collapsed, but on a much softer surface. I heard Harry groan in pain. Shit, I landed on him.
“Sorry,” I tugged the goggles and blindfold to my forehead. I was sat in naked Harry’s lap. Well, this is awkward. We busted into laughter about what just happened.
“What’s with the goggles?” he chuckled. “Are they supposed to enhance your blind vision?”
I giggled and shrugged, “I honestly have no idea why I pulled them out.”
“Well in your defense, you took a dive and a swim,” he chuckled. He bit his lip, “I like the outfit.” I looked down to see I was only wearing my undergarments. I blushed and covered my face. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he grabbed my hands and held them in his. “You didn’t just fall in the shower.”
“Well if you weren’t so bullheaded, I would’ve helped you,” I rolled my eyes.
He sighed, “Help me now?”
I chuckled, “Isn’t that what I was trying to do before you made me fall?”
He tucked a lose hair behind my ear and smiled, “Sorry.”
We agreed sitting in the shower was a better idea for him. I made him face away from me and helped him soap down his muddy back. He can do everything else on his own. I had a nice view of his butt though and I have to say, it’s so white, and so cute. I mostly made him turn around so I didn’t have to look at his…man parts. I luckily managed not to look down there this whole time. I’m not exactly comfortable with those things, no thanks to Scott.
I figured since I was already in the shower, I should wash up too. I shampooed and conditioned my hair before doing the same with Harry’s. I asked him if I could, of course. His silky curls felt nice as I scrubbed away at them. I soaped my dirty body down, but left my undergarments on. I was more comfortable that way and I knew Harry understood that.
After we both rinsed off, I got out of the tub and threw him his towel to hide his…before I helped him get up. Once again, he was very understanding. I handed him his boxers from the floor and dried off in my room as he put them on. I pulled a dry pair of panties and a bra out of my dresser, along with some pajamas. I decided on some plaid pajama pants and a white tank top. Works for me.
I walked back in the bathroom and set my things down before helping Harry to my bed. Once he was situated, I went and got dressed. I expected Harry to be asleep when I walked back in the room, but instead he was wide awake with a beautiful smile on his face.
“Where’s the necklace I got you?” I walked over to my dresser and pulled the box he gave me off of it, waving it at him. It's not even a necklace; what's he talking about? “Come here, and bring that with you.” I obliged and crawled under the covers with him, handing him the box as I did so.
He pulled the lid off the box and revealed the Lego that hung from a chain. He pulled the chain out and handed it to me. What is he doing? He lifted up the foam the necklace once sat on to reveal yet another Lego on a chain. Wait, there’s two?
Then, he threw the box across the room. Okay? I felt his arm wrap around me and pull me closer to him, making me giggle. He lightly grabbed the Lego from my chain and the Lego from his chain. Then, he pieced them together, throwing me completely by surprise.
“You have a piece of my heart with you, always,” his caring eyes met mine. All along, this wasn’t some stupid Lego. It was so much more. I feel like a Bitch.
He wrapped it around my neck and attached the chains together so it was now a necklace, like he kept saying it was.
“I’m sorry,” I rested my forehead on his.
“It’s okay Iris, I didn’t explain it. In fact, I should be apologizing. You were right. It was so hypocritical of me to call you hostile. I’ve been so cold to everyone. I feel horrible and I-“
I interrupted his apology with my lips meeting his. He was taken back at first, but within seconds, he started kissing back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and scoot closer to him to deepen the kiss. He cupped my cheek as his tongue glided along my bottom lip, requesting an entrance. I gladly gave him access, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth.
This kiss was so different then our others for two reasons. One, we’ve never used tongue. Yeah, I know; about time. Two, so much emotion was put into this kiss: passion, lust, happiness and appreciation. We’ve both been through so much and we’ve always ended up right by each other’s sides during it all. I could feel that both of us needed this kiss. It was reassurance that we’re always going to be there for each other no matter what.
He pulled away, kissed the tip of my nose, and rested his forehead on mine. I smiled up at him and kissed his bare chest before burying my head into it and closing my eyes. His hands trailed up and down my back, playing with my hair from time to time. This felt nice. I missed him so much.
Notes
Super long chapter. I hope you loved it.Your support means the world to me. Vote and subscribe if you haven't already. Love you guys<3
Random Fact:
I listen to a cutom made playlist of sad songs while I write this story It helps me put myself in Iris and Harry's positions. I find it also makes me tear up at certain scenes haha.
I love this story so much!!!
11/18/17