Call It What You Want

Chapter 5

(Harry Pov)

"Tom!" I yell, watching him fall backwards on the ground. He quickly gets back up, shoving the guys off of him and pulling out his gun, shooting the guy behind me in the shoulder, him stumbling backwards as Tom ran forward and grabbed me and ran towards the direction of the car.

He just shot that guy in the shoulder. While I was right beside him. He barely had to take time to aim. Why was that attractive?

"What the fuck." I mumble, running my hand through my hair. "You just got shot!"

We quickly arrived at the car, getting inside and locking the doors. My eyes watched his blue eyes the whole time. His eyes are blue. They're beautiful. They looked like the sky and the ocean had a baby and named it the most beautiful color in the world and then put it in the most beautiful person in the world's eyes. Oh my gosh.

"Bullet proof vest." He mumbles, unbuttoning his jacket so I could see the vest. He undoes the vest, taking it off, before then beginning to unbutton his button up.

My eyes now follow his hands as they unbutton his shirt enough to look at the bruise forming on his chest. He continued unbuttoning it before taking the shirt off fully, looking intensely at his arm. "Yeah, they cut it alright." He mumbled. I looked down at his arm and holy shit it's dripping blood.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." I mumble, starting the car and quickly driving out of the parking lot and heading towards the hospital.

"I should have seen them coming. I was distracted. Fuck." He mumbled shaking his head while trying to stop the bleeding by holding his shirt to his arm.

"It's okay, I'm taking you to the hospital." I say, pressing on the gas a little harder while turning into the parking lot of the hospital.

I park, unlocking the car as both of us get out and walking into the emergency room. I ran up to the counter, seeing a woman sitting there filing her nails.

"He has a knife wound and was also shot." I say her glancing up at me but recognizing who I am she begins to seem to care more.

She typed something on her keyboard, a doctor showing up and leading us into a hospital room. "We really didn't have to come here. I could have stitched it up myself." He grumbled as we walked in.

As he was moving to sit down on the bed, I caught a glimpse of words on his back. Not a tattoo. They looked like scars. Tom.

He had his fake name carved into his back. That's fucking cruel and sick.

"It's okay to have other people care for you."

"I don't like it." He says gruffly sitting down as a doctor walks over and begins talking to him about his wound before grabbing stuff to stitch it up.

I sit in the corner numb, knowing that this happened to him because of me. I know that's the point of a bodyguard, but I can't help but feel guilty.

I watch as they sew up his arm, him not flinching in the slightest. He just sits there like the shirtless blue eyed god he is. You know, maybe some of the things Niall said are true.

I watch quietly until the doctor finishes telling him to rest a minute before walking outside.

"God Tom I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, I shouldn't have said we should get ice cream. I'm sorry Tom-"

"Please, " he says his voice suddenly shaking as he looks up at me, "don't call me that. Not right now."

"Don't call you what?"

"Tom." He says quietly. "I don't want to think about that name."

"Why did you choose it as a fake name if you don't like it?" I ask, him looking a little caught off guard at me calling it his fake name but he doesn't question it.