THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX

"Harry." I murmur again, watching him in horror as his head falls backwards and his body loses its composure, becoming completely lifeless.

I place my shaking hands on top his own which were resting on my thighs, letting them fall on his side. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I stand up from his lap and take his face in my hands, lightly shaking him and hoping for him to respond.

"No, no, no." I whisper in fear as I now violently shook his shoulders to wake him up but he showed no signs of being conscious. 

A cry leaves my lips as I watch Harry, not sure of what to do next. My quivering hand travels to his neck to see if there is a pulse and I get a little hope when I feel that it is still there. Harry is alive. 

Next thing I know, I am sprinting out of the library and down the stairs in search of Harry's cell phone, to call an ambulance for help. The thing that worries me as I desperately ran through the house in search of the phone was that I didn't know where Harry's house is. I know nothing about the surrounding area.

I gasp loudly in pain when I twist my ankle, falling on the floor, but eyes clamp shut and I clench my jaw at the pain that shoots through my food but stand up nonetheless. The pain was excruciating but it is nothing as compared to the desperation I feel to save Harry. I drag myself into the living room, searching the table and couches for the phone but find nothing.

With tears falling from my eyes, I next walk over to the kitchen, searching for the phone and almost sighing in relief when I find it resting near the sink.

With shaking hands, I slide the phone open and just when I'm about the dial the number, an arm wraps around my waist causing the phone to drop from my hand and a loud scream to escape my mouth.

I hear the person holding me to his body chuckle and I immediately frowned. I know this chuckle, it's so damn familiar to my ears. Slowly I look down at the hand that is wrapped around my middle and my eyes become wide in surprise.

Harry! It is Harry's.

I abruptly turn around to see if I'm hallucinating, coming face to face with Harry. A playful smile tugging on his lips as he watches me carefully. 

I stay still, not blinking my eyes, not breathing or moving an inch as I stare at him. Just a minute ago he was sitting lifeless on the couch in the library and now, here he is in front of me with his signature smile. How?

"Fooled ya, didn't I babe?" He says, biting his bottom lip as if trying to suppress his laughter as he continues looking at my shocked and tears stained face.

I takes me some time to register his words and realising what he has just said, but when it does, I feel the anger to rise within. With as much force I am able to gather, I push on Harry's shoulder, causing his arm to fall from my waist as he stumbles backwards.

"How fucking dare you?" I shout at him angrily as I slowly sit down on the floor, holding him in his place with a glare.

Harry frowns at my actions, taking a step towards me but I stop him before he can get any nearer. 

"Don't come close, just stay away." I growl at him, touching my ankle with my fingers and wincing when I feel a sharp pain at the contact. Fucking great.

Harry pays no attention to my words though and I get the urge to slap him hard across his face when he kneels down in front of me and brings his hand forward to see the damage that has been caused to my foot.

"I told you to not fucking come near me." I snap at him, causing Harry to retreat back his hand. 

An eerie silence engulfs the two us as I sit there looking down at my foot while Harry stares at me.