Saving Styles

What Did You Do

Hannah's POV

I felt the stiffness in my body before I even moved, feeling the tense muscles in my neck as I laid in Harry's bed. He was laying behind me, with his chest to my back, as I felt his lips graze my shoulder.

"Morning, beautiful." He smiled into my ear. "How you feeling?" His voice was deep and full of gravel it vibrated through his chest.

"My neck is a little stiff." I said as I sat up and shifted my head, trying to stretch it out.

I felt Harry's large hands on my shoulders as he sat up behind me and slowly began to massage them, I could already feel the muscles loosening up as he worked out the tension. I threw my head back as I relaxed, Harry laying gentle kisses along my shoulders.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here, baby." He sighed.

I could hear the guilt in his voice and I knew he'd been beating himself up about it since he found out. I turned to face him as he took my hands in his and brought them up to his mouth to kiss them.

My eyes fell to the large cuts and scrapes along his knuckles that I hadn't noticed last night. They weren't like the cuts he got on his hands from work from time to time, they were the kind of cuts you get from punching something, or someone. He realized what I was looking at and quickly pulled his hands away, jumping out of bed and heading to the kitchen, confirming my suspicion that he'd been hitting something.

I followed him as he pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and began to chug it.

"Harry..." I started to say as I watched the muscles in his back tense. I couldn't see his face but I had a feeling it would be that unreadable expression he used when he shut down.

I contemplated even asking, I knew he was upset about what happened, he must have taken it out on the punching bag in his basement like he did sometimes after work and not used gloves. I didn't want to bring it up, knowing how bad he'd felt for not being there, so I decided to drop it for the time being. Besides, after the argument we'd just had I didn't want to imply that I didn't trust him to make good choices.

I sighed as I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his lean torso and pressing my lips to his shoulder blade. I felt him relax under my touch, probably relieved I was going to let it go for now. He turned to face me and placed a soft kiss to my lips before pulling away from me and starting to rummage through the cupboards for something to make for breakfast.

I began to look through the fridge and picked up a container of leftovers from Harry's lunch the other day that was starting to grow fuzz. I turned around and opened the lid to the garbage can, throwing it away before I noticed Harry's t-shirt sitting there, covered in blood.

I reached in and picked it up between my thumb and index finger, holding it up in front of me as I inspected it.

"Harry?" I asked. His back was to me as he looking through the cupboard and he didn't turn around at the sound of his name.

"Yeah?" He answered, still shoving things out of the way to see what was behind them.

"What is this?" I asked as he turned to look at me. His hands immediately stopped moving as he froze in place. He had that unreadable expression and I knew he wasn't going to answer me.

"Harry what is this?" I asked again as I held it up in between us.

He stared at me for a second before crossing the kitchen, pulling it out of my hand and throwing it back in to the garbage can.

"I didn't get groceries this week, we'll have to go out for breakfast." He said nonchalantly as he turned back around and closed the cupboards he'd left open.