Who Tells?

3. Welcome To My Hood

3. Welcome To My Hood- Dj Khaled

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RECAP:

"Then you leave and I'll help her." The husky voice said.

Then Mark attacked me. He lifted me up and carried me.

"Stop! Stop it!" I screamed slapping his chest.

He just looked at me stupidly. He kept walking. I started to feel cold and everything went black.

That's when I woke up in someone's arms.

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My eyeslids lifted and I awoke in the arms of a loser. Harry was carrying me. Ew.

"Aaa! What's going on?!" I yelled still tipsy.

Harry jumped and dropped me on the concrete.

"Owww." I yelped in pain.

I landed on my leg funny. It hurt really bad. I grabbed my leg and rolled over on the ground. My eyes squeezed closed. Maybe I overexaggerated a little because of my tipsiness but it really hurt!

Harry bent down and nervously looked at me over and over.

"Uh..um.." He started panicking.

"Wh-where does it h-hurt." He asked putting a hand on my leg.

"OWW." I screamed.

His hand brushed over a bruise.

"Love, please tell me where it hurts. I need to help you." He said begging.

I opened my eyes and looked at his worried eyes. I pointed to my leg.

"I think I broke it." I said letting go of it and sittin up, leaning on my hands.

"Can you stand up at all?" He asked holding my arm.

"I don't know." I replied honestly.

"Try." He said lifting me up a little.

I held onto him as I slowly and very carefully stood on my other leg. He stood fully, almost two inches taller than me. I looked at him.

"Just try to stand on both." He said encouragingly.

I put pressure on my other leg and it felt fine but hurt a little still. Harry looked at me for reassurance. I nodded and he held both of my arms as I started to wobble off.

I fell to the floor and he caught me barely. I got back up with his help and tried to walk. By now i was really tired and dizzy. I walked a couple feet and just fell to the concrete accidentally pulling Harry with me. He fell to his knees and I fell on my back, knees up. One of his hands landed on the side of my face and his lips were close to mine.

I looked at him for a couple seconds while he looked like he was debating something.

"Do you want me to carry you the rest of the way?" He asked getting up.

"Yea, sure." I said smiling. Wow that beer can't leave any quicker.

He helped me up and then swept my feet from under me. I layed my head in the crook of his neck and closed my eyes. Peace at last.

Too bad it didn't last long.

"Hey skinny jeans!" I heard a male say. My body stopped with Harry's. I felt his heart start to pound as he turned around.

There, standing with Brad and Jared was big bad Mark. *sarcasm* he looked really wasted from my point of view. And if I thought that, then he must look terrible to Harry. Harry looked down at me and then to Mark.