Saving Styles

Truth Hurts

Harry's POV

Her words flew through the air and hit me in the face like a brick. I was completely frozen, just staring at her with wide eyes, trying to comprehend if she'd just said what I thought she did. She was obviously watching me carefully for my reaction, but how the fuck was I supposed to react? It didn't even make any fucking sense.

"What did you just say?" I asked her, needing clarification.

"Luke was the one who attacked Gemma." She said simply.

"No...no that's impossible. Luke and Gemma don't even know each other." I said, shaking my head and trying to make sense of it as I slowly began to pace.

"They do. They dated for a few weeks before it happened."

My mind was racing, images of my sister on that bathroom floor, her face swollen and bruised while she cried alone before I found her. The sound of her screaming my name to help her, the way she begged me not to find him, made me promise her I wouldn't go after him. Luke's smug face when he looked at me, the way he eyed Hannah, his hand reaching out for her as she flinched away from him. It was all flashing through my head like a fucking video montage and every second of it was another reason why I needed to break his face with my fists.

But I couldn't. I couldn't do shit about it because the only women I'd ever given a shit about had not only kept this from me, they'd forced me to make promises they knew I couldn't break knowing full well what they were asking of me without giving me the courtesy of filling me in. Gemma had made me promise I wouldn't retaliate for what he'd done to her, and Hannah made me promise I'd leave it alone before I even knew. I was double bound by this, both of them holding some sick power over me that I had never hated more than at that moment.

Gemma had already called spaps on the boys, there was literally nothing I could do except sit by knowing what he did to my sister and just let him walk around like he wasn't the biggest piece of scum that ever existed. There was no way I could let that happen.

"How do you know this?" I snapped at Hannah as I paced in front of her, fisting my hair in my hands.

"She told me, she didn't know I knew him. When he showed up at my parents place she was terrified of him and when I asked her what was wrong she told me."

Wait. Her parents place? That's when they put this together, at fucking Christmas dinner? She's known about this for days, for days she's just been planning a way to fuck me out of the chance to make him pay for this.

"Hold on, you figured this out at Christmas dinner?" I asked.

"Yes, but I-"

"That was almost three fucking days ago! You've know this for three fucking days and you're just fucking telling me now?!" I yelled.

"I've been trying to figure out how to tell you so I could keep you from killing him! I told you, I didn't lie to you, I told you the truth!"

"Yeah, after you conned me into making you promises you knew I wouldn't break! You ask me to trust you, and then you abuse the fact that I won't break a promise. I don't break promises because it's important to me that the people who trust me know that they can. You're taking advantage of my trust in you and using it against me, Hannah. Do you know how fucked up that is?!"

"Harry, that's not-"

"Yes it is." I cut her off. "This is the second time you've done this. You don't even give me the opportunity to make a decision with all the information, you just assume things and make the decision for me. It's fucked up!" I snapped at her.