"Will you not give me a birthday surprise like last time?" Harry asks sitting up on the bed with his elbows supporting his weight as he gazes at me with droopy eyes.

I stand near the door,silently taking off my heels and trying my best to act like I can not hear him. What else am I supposed to do anyway. I don't know what was the surprise present given to him on last birthday, judging from how perverted Harry is, it must have been sex and I'm sure as hell not having sex with him, not ever.

"Is that a no?" Harry questions again and I look up from my feet to him. He's still sitting up with support of his elbows, a pout present on his lips as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

"Later Harry." I tell him as I walk towards the bed to take off his shoes and to examine his face closely.

Harry frowns at my response and lays down on the bed again, his long curls fanning out on the mattress. Since I cannot use both of my hand to take off his shoes, I struggle with it and Harry decides to make it even more difficult by moving his legs away from me, everytime I try to pry his shoes off. After a few minutes, I finally succeed in taking them off. With my breath coming out in pants after all the effort I've put in just getting rid of Harry's shoes, I climb onto the bed, shuffling closer to him so that I can have a good look at the damage that has been done to his face.

I muster up some courage and grabs his chin in my hand, slowly turning his head to a side and frown when I see a bruise forming on his cheek. His lips are swollen and there's a deep cut on the bottom one which is still bleeding and lets just not talk about the blood that has run out of his nose.

It amazes me how calm he looks after getting so many injuries.

"Aren't you in pain?" I ask him, moving my hand away from his chin and bringing it back to my side while I wait for him to respond.

Harry lets out a small chuckle at my words and his response shocks me to no extent.

"Come sit on my face, let me make you feel good." He says causing me to gasp at his sudden suggestion. He's totally out of his mind right now, that I'm sure of.

Deciding that it will be better if I just tend to his wounds rather than asking him anymore questions and getting irrelevant, pointless and dirty responses, I get off of the bed and make my way towards the bathroom.

Walking in, I gape at it's size in surprise, it's even bigger than my entire room back at my parent's home. Holy hell, these people are so filthy rich. I run my eyes over the beautiful interior before my eyes fall onto the cupboard at the very corner of the bathroom. Walking over to it, I open one cabinet after another in search of the first aid kit. I find it in the fourth one, a white box with a red plus sign on it, making it very clear that it is indeed the box I've been looking for. Taking it out, I throw off the lid to make sure that it's got all the stuff I will need and of course there's everything present in it, moreover, the stuff looks new, like it's never been used or even touched before.

With a sigh, I put the lid back on and mentally prepare myself to interact with drunk Harry. I've dealt with him when he was happy, sad and angry even but it's the first I'll be dealing with the drunk one and I don't know what to expect.

"Hey Harry." I try to grab his attention as I stand at the side of the bed with the first aid kit in my hand.

A few seconds pass in silence with me standing there like an idiot and Harry staring at his palm before he finally decides to speak up.

"Have you figured it out yet?" He says, his words coming out slower than usual due to his intoxicated state.

"Figured out what?" I ask him hesitantly, furrrowing my eyebrows at his sudden question.

Again there is a prolonged silence before Harry puffs out a breath from his mouth and says, "Why did I get into the fight?"

His question makes me roll my eyes and I feel like pulling my hair out of their roots because I don't know what else to do. How the hell am I supposed to answer him when I don't know anything myself.

Taking in a deep breath, I decide to ignore his question and sit down onto the bed next to his lying figure. I place the first aid kit on the mattress and take out two disinfecting wipe from the pack before turning my attention back on Harry.

"Harry, I'm gonna clean the wounds now, okay." I tell him, bringing my hand close to his bloody nose but he bats my hand away.

"Tell me first." He whines before groaning lowly and clenching his eyelids shut, probably because it hurts for him to even talk, I don't know.

"I don't know why you decided to hit him all of the sudden, Harry. I wasn't paying attention." I tell him, annoyed by his childish behaviour. Being mentally and physically tired making it very hard for me to tolerate him.

"You don't know?" His voice is a louder this time as if he's angry. Josh's warning rings in my head like a siren and I back away from him a little, afraid that he will hit me because I don't know what had caused the fight.

"Why are backing away from me?" Harry questions me again, his eyebrows furrowed as he stares at me with his half open eyelids.

"I..I am not." I tell him, shaking my head in denial and give him a fake smile before saying, "Can I wipe the blood off of your face now?"

Harry stays silent for a second before shrugging his shoulders and closing his eyes and i take it as the permission to tend to his wounds.

With a little hesitation, I shuffle forward a bit before bringing the wipe to his mouth, slowly dabbing the visible cut on his bottom lip. Harry lets out a small groan when I apply a little pressure to stop the blood from flowing and I immediately move my hand away.

"Sorry." I squeak, waiting for Harry to say something but he keeps his eyes tightly shut and clenches his jaw.

Slowly I bring the disinfectant to his lips again, wiping away the dried blood before I discard it and use the other one to wipe the blood off of his nose.

Harry stays completely silent and motionless as I continue wiping away the blood from his face and I assume that he's asleep. Once it's is fully clean, I attempt to move my hand away but Harry's quick to grab my wrist. With his eyes still clamped shut, he bring my hand to his lips and pucker them up to give my fingers a kiss before letting go of my wrist and letting his hand fall to his side.

I stay motionless for a while, just staring at his face, his lips are swollen, the cut on the bottom lip is so visible and the bruises have started form on his cheeks but instead of all the damage, he looks so innocent and at peace, with eyes shut and chest heaving up and down rapidly as he breathes. A small crease is still present on his forehead and I move my hand from his lips to forehead, lightly running it over the crease and Harry immediately relaxes, the crease disappearing.

Not wanting to disturb him, I carefully get off of the bed, taking the kit with me to put it back in it's original place.

I have just managed to take two steps when Harry's voice makes me come to stop.

"Stella?" He says and I turn around to face him, he's still lying down with his eyes closed.

"Yeah?" I say and there's a small pause before Harry speaks up again.

"I love you." The words cause my heart to clench. Oh Harry, I know you love her.

I don't reply, I have nothing to say. What am I supposed to tell him? That I love him back or that I'm not the girl he loves. I can't tell him either of these.

"Are you leaving?" His voice sounds again and I close my eyes momentarily, thinking why he's saying stuff that's making me feel like I'm the bad person.

"I'm not going anywhere, Harry." I tell him, padding towards the bathroom and before he says anything else, I enter the bathroom and close the door behind me. I can't listen to him and feel pity because I already have a lot to mourn about. I just can't add Harry to that list because it will make me even more upset than I already am.

Taking in a deep breath, I walk over to the the sink and turn on the faucet. I splash my skin with the cold water and sigh loudly at how good it feels. Grabbing the soap, I lather It on my face and wash it away with the water, feeling relieved as the makeup washes away from my face. Once I'm done, I use the toilet and then walk towards the door again, slowly opening it and taking a peek at Harry whose sound asleep on the bed.

Thanking god that I will no longer have to answer Harry for the night, I step out of the bathroom and lie down on to the couch in the corner of the room. Even though it is not very comfortable, I relax and close my eyes, letting sleep overcome me.