THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE.

My breathing comes to halt and my hands stop there motion in Harry's hair as I stare at the scarlet liquid covering Harry's palm. He coughed it. He coughed blood! 

The realization that something is extremely wrong with the already troubled boy hits me hard. I gulp down the knot forming in my throat and then my hands starts to tremble in fear.  

Slowly my eyes travel from Harry's palm to his face which shows no evident signs of him being in pain. His eye lids are still clamped shut and his once erratic breathing pattern has become normal. He looks totally normal but the blood on his palm tells me another story.

A shaky breath leaves my lips when I look back at his palm and then I let out a whimper, tears involuntarily start to form in my eyes, blurring my vision. 

"Harry." I say, my voice trembling as I shake his shoulder, wanting him to open his eyes and look at what he's coughed out. 

Harry's eyelids flutter open immediately, a crease forming on his forehead as he looks at me. He parts his lips to say something, probably to ask me why I'm crying but I beat him, speaking up first.

"Your...your p-palm." My words come out after a lot of struggle, it feels like my voice is gone all of the sudden. 

Harry gives me a weird look before his gaze travels down at his palm and immediately a loud cry escapes my mouth at his sudden change of expression. His breath hitches in his throat and his face turns pale in horror as he brings his palm closer to his face as if he can't believe what he's looking at.

His head snaps in my direction for a minute second before he looks back at his palm. 

"What...how?" The way Harry's stuttering, I can tell that he's mortified at the sight of blood. 

He furrows his eyebrows, staring at his palm without blinking or breathing even. Both of us stay quite, not sure of what to do or say. It feels like my mind has stopped functioning and so has Harry's.

A small gasp leaves my mouth in horror when suddenly Harry starts to cough again, at first lightly but then all of the sudden he takes in a sharp breath and start coughing vigorously. 

"Oh my god." I say, fresh tears run down my face as he curls his body, his violent coughing continues and the only thing that is running through my mind is that what if he coughs his lungs out. 

A shudder passes through me at the thought and without really thinking, stand up from the ground and run towards the kitchen to get Harry's phone. He needs help and I know exactly who can help me at this time. 

I find the cell phone exactly where Harry had left it, on the counter. The sound of Harry coughing is echoing through the entire house and it's making me more scared and nervous than I already am. With shaking hands, I pick up his phone and mentally pray that he doesn't have any password on it. 

"Thank God." I murmur to myself when I slide open the phone and find no password on it.

For a moment, I get distracted by the wallpaper of his phone. It's a picture of Stella, lying on the bed with a large smile etched on her face but knowing that it's not the right time to think about how fucked up my situation , I quickly open Harry's contact list and search for Luke's name.

A frown finds it's way on my face and I bite my bottom lip when I don't find his phone number in the contact list. I go through the entire list again but end up disappointed.

The sound of Harry coughing is no longer echoing through the house and I immediately panic. With the phone clutched tightly in my left hand, I leave the kitchen and run towards the living room to check if Harry's okay.