The Gentlemen's Club // h.s. au

== seven ==

{rowan's pov}

"Rowan.. how did this happen?" Harry said, with no emotion in his voice.

"You hit me this morning? How do you not r-remember?" I said, wiping my tears.

Silence.

"I was pretty drunk this morning.. didn't realize I hit you.." He chuckled.. still with no emotion.

Harry was way to hard to read, his demeanor was like.. it was like a complicated pre-calculus textbook. Confusing and hard to read.

He sighed as he picked me up. I hesitated at first, stiffening in his arms. I began to bite my bottom lip, a bad habit that I just could not lose. Old habits die hard, I guess.

Harry walked to a room which looked like a study room, and laid me down on the large sofa, bringing out a box of medical supplies. I stared at him as he took out bandages, rubbing alcohol, and all these fancy items that I couldn't even explain.

He sighed as he looked at me. He was doing an awful lot of sighing today.

"Take your shirt off." He bluntly says.

"E-excuse me?" I stutter.

"Take. Your. Shirt. Off. Do I need to repeat myself?"  Harry sternly stated. His eyes were cold and hard, staring into my afraid brown eyes. I meekly shook my head as I began to pull my ratty, dirty, worn-out shirt. I could feel those green eyes intruding my body, for some odd reason. I felt violated as he looked at my bra, my chest, my entire torso.

I also took notice of my injuries. My entire stomach was either pale, red, or a dark blue. My eyes widened at the large dry-blooded scar across my right rib.

Harry made somewhat of a hissing sound, clicking his tongue afterwards.

"Must have hurt." He said, sympathetically.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Is he really..?

I scoffed. I'm not even going to deal with him.

He got a wet cloth and wiped all of my wounds up, his eyebrows crunched up in concentration.

"I know my face is pretty sexy, but I can't concentrate when someone is staring at me, sweetheart." Harry smirked. I didn't know I was staring until Harry brought it up. I frowned, looking down at my left arm, which was purple and swollen. "Your arm.. is not normal." Harry made a face of disgust. "Are you sure it was me who..?"

"Yes, I know my arm isn't normal, Captain Obvious. And who else could go inside my room, hurt me, and then fucking almost kill me?" I snarled at him. I bit my tongue, I shouldn't have said that. I hope he wouldn't get angry. I slowly looked up to see him.. he seemed.. amused?

"That's the first time I've heard you curse, it sounds pretty hot coming out of your sweet mouth." Harry smirked, his green eyes becoming just a bit more intense.

I frowned and looked back at my arm, which Harry began to wrap in a cast. I sighed of relief when he was done with all of his fixing, which I was grateful for. Even though I still hated him.

But.. this was different.

"Thank you.. for.. everything?" I said, a bit confused. He ignored my comment and stared at ME this time. I felt the utmost urge to insult him, make fun of him, or display my utter hatred for him in any form.. but I was too afraid that he will react badly. So I remained quiet until he finally said something.

"Let's go eat something."