Harry’s POV
When I pulled up into the driveway of the house that the boys and I shared, I looked in my rearview mirror to see Rose was already sleeping. I sighed to myself and shook my head. Alcohol sure made that girl sleepy when she wasn’t moving around. I really wanted to talk to her about us and about what I did but I knew her being drunk and tired would get us nowhere. I then looked down at my hands to see that the bleeding had stopped and I frowned again. I couldn’t believe I lost control on my anger like that. I was a bit agitated when Tony asked her dance but I completely lost it when he started kissing her neck. I had let everyone on the street know she was mine and no one was to touch her but apparently Tony didn’t care. When I basically punched him in the face, I thought that Rose was going to freak out but she did the complete opposite she was yelling at me which confused me. I then knew we just needed to talk. That’s why I grabbed her and put her in my car and I thanked myself for leaving the child locks on from when my sister, her husband, and their little girl came to visit.

I got out of my Range Rover and walked over to her side of the car and lifted her up bridal style. She moved a bit and I stood still not wanting to wake her up. She threw her arms around my neck and she nuzzled her head in the crook of my neck. I then heard her sigh in content and I smiled lightly. I walked up to my room and magically got myself in the room and put Rose in my bed. I was pulling the duvet over her when I felt her grab my shirt and she mumbled my name.

“Harry,” she whispered.

“I’m right here love,” I replied quietly knowing she was sleeping.

“Don’t leave me,” she said and I saw her eyebrows furrow and she frowned.

“I’m not going anywhere love,” I replied kissing her forehead and she let go of my shirt and smiled.

That made me change my mind about sleeping on the couch in my room so I stripped out of my clothes and crawled into the bed and pulled her closer to me and smiled. I could really get used to this, too bad it wasn’t going to last very long. The next morning, I woke up to someone moving around above me and I knew that Rose was awake and probably assuming the worst. I slowly opened my eyes to see Rose hovering above me giving me a nasty look. I smiled sheepishly at her and had no clue what to say.

“Care to explain?” she asked and I could tell she remembered last night.

“Well you fell asleep in the car last night,” I said, “And when I got home I carried you up to my room and I was tucking you in. You grabbed my shirt and begged me not to leave, so I stayed. We did nothing I swear.”

“And I should believe you why?” she sneered and I sighed knowing she didn’t believe me.

“Alright so maybe you shouldn’t,” I said, “Since all I’ve ever done is screw things up with you but I can promise you I didn’t. I wanted to talk to you last night. I wanted to apologize.”

“Sure you did,” she said getting out of bed but I couldn’t let her leave just yet.

Rose and I still needed to talk to get through this. I needed her and she needed to know that. She didn’t get very far when I decided to wrap my arms around her midsection and pulled her back towards me.

“I do,” I said putting my hands under her chin to make her look at me.

Her eyes looked down at my hands and cursed myself for not cleaning them up the night before. She rolled out of bed and I sighed quietly knowing she was just going to leave. However she threw me off guard when she turned around.

“We have to clean your knuckles before you get them infected genius,” she said, “I’m not leaving.”

I then got out of bed and followed her to the bathroom connected to my room.

“Where’s the first aid kit?” she asked.

“Above the mirror,” I said quietly and I watched her stand on her tip toes to get it off the medicine cabinet.

“Let’s get you patched up then,” she said after she grabbed it and pushed me lightly onto the toilet.

She then started on the task of cleaning off my dried blood and patching up my knuckles. She was cleaning them and tried to make small talk.

“You beat the shit out of that guy,” she said as she accidently hit one of the open cuts with alcohol and I hissed in pain.

“I guess I did,” I said knowing Rose really didn’t want to talk to me she was just trying to be nice.

She sighed lightly and I watched her as she focused and stuck out her tongue a bit. When she was almost done bandaging up my right hand I asked her a question that was on my mind.

“How do you know how to do this?” I asked.

“My mom,” she replied, “She taught me when I was younger and then when John Michael started street fighting I would fix his hands up all time.”

“Used to?” I asked confused.

“He gets his new girlfriend to do it now,” she smiled lightly, “He’s dating Katy.”

Katy Masterson was a foreign exchange student from Minneosta and I introduced John Michael and her when they were at my party a couple weekends ago. She was really pretty and I was happy that I could help John Michael in the women department.

“I’ve met her,” I said, “She’s pretty.”

“I know,” she smiled, “I told him to go for it. I’m happy he did.”

“Well since you’re the relationship expert can I ask you a relationship question?” I asked smiling lightly getting an idea.

“Go for it,” she said as she started on the other hand.

“Well there’s this girl that I really like,” I said, “And we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. I know, I know things that her brother doesn’t know and this girl and her brother are super close. Well anyways I screwed up pretty badly by embarrassing her publicly and she hasn’t spoken to me in a week which has been driving me crazy. How do I get her to talk to me?”

“Well beating people up that try to talk to her isn’t the way,” she replied smiling lightly catching on and she finished up my hand, “And neither is locking her in a car when she’s drunk.”

“Then what is the way?” I asked.

“Why don’t you ask her?” she asked and headed out of the bathroom and into my room.

I quickly stood up from the toilet and rushed out to my room to find her grabbing her things.

“Then tell me,” I said as she made her way to my bedroom door.

“Prove it to me,” she winked at me and then left me.

I then knew exactly what I was going to do to win Rose back. I was going to prove how much I loved her and how much I wanted her to be mine.

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