I watched Jess fall asleep in her bed with tears falling down her cheeks. For the past two hours, Jess has had her head over my lap just crying. I didn't dare ask about the whole story with her father. It was none of my business asking her about it.

Jess didn't seem to want to talk about it either since all she did was cry. I stroked her hair during the tears trying to imagine what she was going through but it was too hard.

For some reason the memory of my own father invaded my mind. I knew that even know my father wasn't alive anymore, hadn't been for so long, at least he was a good person. As for their father, it didn't seem so. Harry had called him a murderer. It honestly scared me.

Did he try to murder Harry or Jess? Did he actually kill someone? Or was Harry just exagerating things?

Jess was sound asleep on my lap. I could hear her even breathes which relaxed me a little bit. I slowly grabbed her head and put it on a pillow replacing it with my lap. I picked myself off the bed trying to decide what to do next.

I wanted to to find Harry to check on him. I wanted to make sure he was doing okay. I wanted to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. My flight was also in about two hours, meaning that I had to leave now if I wanted to make it in time.

Harry probably didn't want me here anyway after our fight. I was probably the last person he wanted to see after all the drama. I had to go home. I quietly walked out of Jess's room and down the hall to Harry's room. Opening the door, I saw Harry sitting on the edge of the bed with his face on his hands.

I stepped inside the bedroom and shut the door behind me causing Harry to look up at me. His eyes were blood shot red and eyes swollen.

" you're back" I whispered.

" and you're actually leaving" Harry said nodding towards my packed suitcase.

" I thought it would be better if I left, after everything" I shrugged keeping my back leaned up against the bedroom door.

" yeah, especially after that family reunion" Harry chuckled.

But the chuckle was a funny kind. It was the sarcastic mocking kind.

" I'm not leaving because of that" I said shaking my head at him.

" sure you're not" Harry shook his head looking away from me.

" I decided this before any of that happened" I tried explaining.

" this is your chance to run, take it" Harry nodded still looking at the floor.

" I don't want to take anything. This has nothing to do with what happened today, it is all about last night and what happened. I just didn't want to ruin your holiday" I explained.

But it was still no use. Harry wouldn't look at me. After everything he had put me through, why was I still trying to comfort. Was it because I felt like he had gone through a lot more things than I had?

" listen to me" I begged kneeling down in front of him.

I grabbed the sides of his face with my hands, forcing him to look at me. His eyes, red and sparkling, affected me. My own eyes betraying me and forming tears.

" don't you dare think I'm afraid of you, afraid of your past. You make me crazy because of the stuff that you do but I don't judge you. You hide things from me but I know that you do it for my own protection. And even when I hate you, I still love you" I said keeping my hands on his face hoping he wouldn't pull away.

Harry's facial expression didn't want one inch. His eyes were still as red as even and tears continued to form.

" talk to me" I whispered.

It didn't matter what he would say. I just wanted to know what was going on inside his head. I half expected him to kick me out of his room. The other half of me hoped he would just let me hold him.

" he killed her" Harry whispered back with a single tear streaming down his face.

I slowly took my hands off his face and down to his hands, holding them in mine.

" he used to beat my mother, almost everyday. He was a drunk that whenever he didn't get what he wanted, he'd beat someone. Usually it was my mum standing next to him so she had it the worst. I remember that she would have to go to the hospital sometimes because of it" he started saying.

I hoped I wasn't showing a shocked expression on the outside but on the inside, I guess I wasn't prepared for the truth.

" He beat me three or four times. Whenever he would go after Jess, I would push her away and take her place. She was too young, too innocent. But then there was one night. I wasn't home. I was at Louis' playing video games. He got too drunk, got mad and started hitting my sister. My mother protected her. She started hitting my father back. When he saw that she was fighting back, that when he got even more pissed off. By the time I was told, she was already at the hospital. And by the time I got to the hospital, it was too late. She was gone" Harry said with more tears streaming down his face.

My own tears were falling down my cheeks as well realizing how much Harry must had gone through.

" I was only thirteen" he cried.

" I'm so sorry" I said taking a seat next to him and holding him in my arms.

" I should have been there to protect her" he cried holding on to me.

" shh" I whispered hoping my own shaky voice would show.

Never in my life would I have thought Harry would be crying and holding on to me. I had never expected something like this had happened to Harry. He didn't deserve this, neither did Jess, neither did anyone else. I kept imagining, what if I had been in Harry's shoes? What if I had a father how killed my mother? How would I have reacted?

Harry had gone through so much at such a young age. It didn't excuse him from all the wrong things he had done but I knew him better now. I now knew why he would act different sometimes. I now knew why he was overprotective sometimes.

It made sense why Harry acted the way that he did. He was angry at the world. And now so was I.

" I'm here for you" I said in a hushed tone holding him close to me.

I held him like I had held Jess an hour before. Soon enough, his head was on my lap and my fingers were running through his long hair. I sat in that position for hours, missing my flight but not regretting it. Harry needed me and I was here.

" please don't leave me" 

The last whisper I heard from him before he fell asleep on my lap.

" I'm too in love with you to leave you" I whispered back knowing he couldn't hear me anymore.