Afraid of the end~ l.s.

Chapter 7

"Harry? Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, um, I'm fine, I just... well, it's kind of a funny story..." Harry trails off.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"I... um, I got up and went downstairs because I was hungry and thirsty and I was cooking and I kinda fell. It's okay though because it didn't really hurt, but I hit my head on the cabinet and I just wanted to let you know, but I might have a black eye."

"Oh Haz..." I sighed, "Were you able to get back up?"

"Yeah, it's okay. I can't get back upstairs though."

"Why don't you grab yourself an ice pack out the freezer and put it over your eye. Maybe sit on the couch and watch a movie or something. Could you do that?"

"I suppose so, yeah. I'll see you later?"

"Yeah. Just be careful okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I'm sorry to bother you."

"No, no, you're not bothering me. I promise," I reassure him.

Harry giggles. "Okay. Love you."

"Love you too. I'll be back soon," I said and then hung up the phone.

When I got back on stage, Liam wrapped his arms around my shoulder.

"Is everything okay?" He whispers.

"He fell and hit his eye. He says he has a black eye now but he says he's fine. I'm not too sure though," I explained, "I'm worried."

Liam sighs. "I know. You can go home right after the show. We can come over if you think he'd be up for it."

"Yeah but I want to talk to him first before you guys do so," I said.

Liam nods. "Of course. He's all yours. Just enjoy the last bit of the show mate. It might be the last one for a while."

"Yeah," I take a deep breath, "Yeah I'm gonna try," I smiled.

Liam pats my back and goes back to the show.

"Alright! We've got a couple more songs for you tonight," I say to the crowd, "This one's Diana!"

The boys and I dance and sing for the crowd for a bit until the concert ended.

"You have been a wonderful crowd!" I shouted to the fans which resulted in loud screams. "We love you! Have a good night."

We walked off and went backstage.

Zayn pats my shoulder. "You going home?"

"Yeah," I pull out my phone to check the time. It's already 10. We've been out for 3 hours. Harry's been alone for 3 whole hours. I need to get back to him.

"I'll see you guys later."

They told me goodbye and I left to get in my car.

Once I arrived home I unlocked the door quickly.

"Harry, baby? I'm back," I called. I went down the hall and into the kitchen. "Oh baby..."

It was very clear that Harry hadn't been able to make it back to the couch. He was laying on the floor in the kitchen and he looked absolutely miserable even sleeping. His pants were wet too.

There was nothing that made me want to cry more in this moment. I didn't want to leave him because of something like this happening. I should've stayed. He obviously needs me. The poor boy couldn't even get up to go to the bathroom. I crouch down in front of him and run my finger across his eye lightly and surely enough black bruising was around it. I shake him gently, "Harry, wake up sweetheart."