I let Harry's head rest on my lap, my hand still lightly scratching his scalp as I wait for him to go into a deep sleep before I can come up with something to help him.
My eyes are fixed on his face but my mind is elsewhere, thinking of all the possibilities. What if he's really sick? What if it's just a one time thing like Harry says it is but what if it's not? What if he.. dies?
The thought causes me to shudder, all the times that I had wished for Harry to die, running through my mind. Now to think about him dying is quite disturbing for me. It's surreal how much my thoughts have changed in just a short period of time. Now that I know a little more about what Harry's been going to, I regret ever wishing for him to commit suicide.
He doesn't deserve to die. He deserves a normal, happy life and if I can help him with that then I'll gladly do whatever it takes. It's not like I have anyone left in this world to care of anymore and on top of that, it's the only way I can avenge myself and my family. By making Josh's cruel plans to fail. To be quite honest, I'm sort of glad that Harry kidnapped me. God knows what Josh would've done to me otherwise. As cheap and evil as he is, he probably would've sold me for a little amount of money.
I inhale sharply at the disturbing thought and blink my eyes a couple of times, focusing my attention back on Harry whose sound asleep. Slowly and gently lifting Harry's head from my lap, I start searching for the pillow blindly with one of my hand, eyes on Harry to make sure that he isn't showing any signs of waking up.
"Found it." I say under my breath as soon as my hand touches the pillow. I fist it in my hand and drag it closer to Harry's head, slowly shifting it from my hands and on to the pilloow
I bite the inside of my cheek when Harry frown and grumbles something as soon as the side of his face hits the pillow. But gladly, he doesn't wake up, just shift a bit until he's comfortable. The frown on his face disappearing as he relaxes and falls back into a deep slumber.
Keeping my eyes focused on Harry, I quietly get up from the bed and pick up his phone from the side table before quickly tip toeing out of the room.
As I reach the living room, I decide that I should call Zayn for help. Surely he doesn't want to hear from me or Harry after what happened two nights earlier at the party but he'll hopefully help if I'll explain the situation to him.
I sit down on the couch and press on call button before bringing the phone to my ear. When Zayn doesn't answer the call, I sigh before trying again, hoping that he'll pick up this time.
The phone rings three times before finally he answers the call. The first thing coming out of his mouth is a harsh, "What?"
I flinch at his tone but decide to ignore it for the time being.
"Zayn." I say quietly and hear some shuffling on the other side.
"What the fuck is Harry's phone doing with bitch? He says, voice dripping of venom. "Where's he?"
"Harry's sleeping. I.. I need your help. I mean Harry needs some help." I come straight to the point, hoping that it'll make him go a little easy on me.
"Listen here you gold digger, I don't know what you're on about here bu-"
"Please. You can insult me all you want but please at least give me Luke's number first." I say, cutting Zayn off mid sentence and hear him let out a bitter chuckle on the other side of the phone, probably because he's come up with another insult for me.
"Right, Luke. Tell me how much did that bastard paid you for getting a plastic surgery and act like Stella, eh?"
"I just really need his number right now, Zayn. Please, I begging you." I say into the phone, just wanting nothing more than to tell him to fuck off but holding myself back for Harry's sake.
"Awe..why? Is Harry's dick not enough for you, sweetheart?" He says in a sickly sweet tone before chuckling to himself and that's when I decide to end the call.
"Fuck you." I scream at the phone in anger once the call has ended. Tears involuntarily start forming in my eyes after hearing all the nasty insults and also because I don't know what to do. I was silly to call Zayn in the first place, I should've known that he's not gonna help.
I bite my lip to stop the sob from coming out of my mouth as i go through the list of Harry's contacts again. There are so fucking many people and I don't know whom should I call.
I let out a small laugh when I find Selvia's number. How the fuck did I forget about the only person who has been nice to me from the very first day?
I tap on the call button and bring the phone to ear, chewing on my bottom lip as I anxiously wait for her to answer the call.
"Harry, Sup?" Her sweet, melodious voice sounds through the speakers of the phone and it causes me to fully break down as I let out a small cry that I had been holding back.
"Hey.. oh god, Laura? Honey, is this you?" Selvia asks anxiously, the cheery tone of her turning into concerned one.
"I..I'm scared." I say into the phone, sniffling a bit as I try to calm myself down and fully tell her what's wrong.
"Did Harry do something? God, what's wrong? Tell me." Her voice rises with every word making it very obvious that my crying is really worrying her.
"It's not about me." I say taking in a breath before continuing, " It's Harry. He coughed b-blood and I don't know what to do about it. He doesn't want to visit the doctor. I'm scared, what if there's something really wrong with him?"
Selvia gasps after hearing what I've just told her and it causes me to worry even more. Both of us stay silent for a couple of seconds before Seliva let's out a weak laugh.
"It's not first of April, Laura." She says, trying to make herself sound cheery but her tone is laced with fear
"I'm not lying." I tell her, closing my eyes momentarily and biting the inside of my cheek as I wait for her to respond.
"He..he what?" Her voice is not about a whisper now, probably because she's as shocked as I was when I had seen the blood staining his palm.
"I.. I need to see him." She says loudly, her shaky voice telling me that she's about to start crying causing my own eyes to fill up with tears again.
I hear a muffled sound of some guy talking and I assume that Niall's having a conversation with her.
"Selvia?" I whisper into the phone when she doesn't say anything for a good long minute.
"Niall says it's not possible for us to reach there immediately. It'll take more or less a day." She cries into the phone sniffling before she say, "Did you call Luke?"
"I didn't. Harry doesn't have his number." I tell her, hoping that she won't reason it and will send me his number.
"What? Okay, I'm gonna call him myself." She tells me, her voice still wavering and I can imagine the tears that are running down her face right now.
"Yeah. Please, please call him instantly." I tell her, sighing on relief because I no longer have to worry about handling Luke on the phone myself.
"Okay." She breathes and I nod my head to myself, closing my eyes momentarily as I wait for her to hang up.
"Laura?" Her small voice causes me to open my eyes.
"Yeah?" I say, sitting up a bit straighter as I wait to her response.
"I know you're not really fond of him but...please take care of him for my sake. He's like a younger brother to me and he's already been through a lot." She says in a pained voice and a small smile find it's way on my lips. It's amazing how Harry's friends care so much for him.
"Don't worry. I will."
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THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016
FanfictionShe was standing on the curb, waiting for him to arrive and take her away like he had promised. But he never showed up, instead a man with dark brow curly hair approached her and placing a cloth on her mouth, he waited till she was unconscious befor...
