SOFT SPOT// h.s

4.8 ~ IDontKnowWhatToCallThis

My hands were shaking violently as they feebly gripped the slippery steering wheel. I had to find Harry, before it was too late.

I couldn't check his house, because I didn't even know exactly where he lived. I was torn, unable to think clearly.

My mind was a whirlwind as beads of sweat formed on my forehead. As I drove through the small town, I kept my eyes peeled for any sign of my curly haired boy.

I gritted my teeth with annoyance as I saw how monotonously calm everyone else seemed to be while here I was, ditching my wedding to find one of the only people I cared about. I couldn't restrain the exasperated shaky sigh that left my lips as I continued driving through the long row of traffic, which was unusual for such a small town.

The everlasting line of vehicles didn't seem to be making much progress and the longer I sat in the traffic, the shorter my stubs of nails got.

I rolled down the car window and signalled to a girl around my age that was standing on the pavement.

"Do you know what's going on?" I asked her, desperate to know why there was so much traffic. I needed to get to Harry.

"I'm not sure, but I've heard there's been some sort of accident," she explained, her face solemn.

A sickening, unexplainable twisting formed in the pit of my stomach at her words. I swallowed hard, trying to calm my trembling hands before thanking the girl and pulling the car over to the side.

I parked on the edge of the curbed pavement and got out of the car. I couldn't deny the sense of unease that had settled within me, and some sort of invisible force seemed to be drawing me towards the cause of the traffic.

Sure enough, after I had walked a few blocks, I could hear the sirens of the ambulance and police cars wailing through the air.

A cluster of people were crowded around something, and my instincts immediately sensed something wrong.

Meanwhile, my subconscious was screaming in my head for me to turn around. This is not a good idea. Unfortunately for me, I had never been one to make particularly wise decisions, all thanks to my eager curiosity. But what can I say? Curiosity killed the cat after all.

As I neared the scene, I could make out paramedics rushing around something, or rather, someone. The alarm bells were still going off in my head, but I paid them no attention as my heart began to race. Something was definitely wrong here.

As I squinted my eyes a little bit more, urging my perciphal vision to extend my view just a tad more, I distinguished a body on the ground. A body with an all-too-familiar head of coffee-brown curls.

"No, no, no," I muttered to myself as I got closer and closer.

I instantly felt my heart drop to my stomach as I wasted no time racing towards the scene. Every pore in my body was sweating as my breathing became more rugged with every step I ran.

I elbowed my way through the crowd, ignoring their grunts of annoyance as I made my way to the front. Harry. He was all I could think about.

But nothing could have prepared me for the sight that was arranged on the cold concrete in the middle of the road. It was Harry. It was him lying in a pool of his own crimson blood, his face deathly pale, his lilac eyelids shut closed. Black and blue smudges covered his face, concentrating on his cheekbones and jaw. His once blemished, soft lips were split and bleeding and his dignity had been robbed as he lay on the ground on full display for everyone to see.

But wasn't dead. He couldn't be. Not after everything we'd been through. Not when I had finally realised I loved him.

"Ok everybody, please stand back!" A police officer called, trying to get the bystanders a safe distance away.

But I was rooted to the spot. My feet were glued to the road as I stared at the helpless boy in front of me. This wasn't Harry. He was almost unrecognisable.

I must have stood in a world of my own until I was brought back by a commanding voice. "Miss, I need to ask you to take a step back please," the police officer said, already pushing me back by my shoulders.

I began to realise what was happening and I shook my head violently. "No!" I protested with a strangled cry as I fought to get past him.

"Harry!" I screamed, but I knew he couldn't hear me.

"Harry! Harry!" The acid tears were rolling down my cheeks, staining them with streaks of desperation.

"I need to see him," I begged as I looked up into the eyes of the police officer. My voice was hoarse and I both looked and sounded hysterical.

A glimmer of pity flashed across his eyes. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but I can't let you through," the police officer apologised.

"I need to go with him. Please. I'm begging you," I pleaded, my throat choked up with tears.

I watched as the sympathy took over his facial expression as he clearly heard the desperation in my voice. "I assume you're a girlfriend?" He said.

I just nodded, not caring if I lied or not. I just needed to feel him, even if it's just one last time.

I watched as the police officer nodded, and let me go. As soon as I was released from his hard grip, I dashed over to Harry, who was now being lifted into a stretcher and wheeled into the back of the ambulance.

I climbed into the back with him, with the help of one of the paramedics and sat on the seat right beside him. "Harry, Harry, Harry," I murmured, running my fingers through his hair, which was stuck together in dirty clumps by the blood.

His eyes drooped, only slightly open. His half conscious state seemed to recognise me, because his bruised lips formed my name as he tried to reach for me.

"Shhh," I soothed him, unable to hold back the river of tears that streamed down my face. "I'm here baby, I'm here."

I gave his bloodied hand a feeble squeeze, as if I was scared to break him and I pushed his hair back from his face.

"What happened?" I asked quietly, not sure of I wanted to know.

The paramedic lady offered me a sympathetic smile. "There was a fight. A few men got out of a vehicle and.. Well, you know the rest," she told me, avoiding my saddened gaze.

"Is he going to be ok?" I asked weakly, feeling my stomach lurch.

The paramedic lady attempted to conceal her worried expression as she looked at me sincerely. "The doctors will do the best they can," she told me.

I just nodded in reply. What else could I do?

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lol cliffhanger

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17.04.15