Teenage Dirtbag

4

The doctors were rushing. It overwhelmed me. For a second, I was actually scared. I didn't know where we were, I couldn't see anything, and my mum was not here.

Liam and Noel had to wait out in the waiting area, while I was back here in pain and quite afraid.

"Harry," A voice called. At first I thought it was my mum, but then I realized it was american. I started to give out heavy breaths as they examined my face.

"Your mother is here with your two friends." I sighed in relief, knowing that she would be here for me when I needed her most. She was always there for me in my times of hurt, even when I didn't ask for it.

-Noel-

"Is he okay?" A lady walked in, a familiar accent escaping her lips. Liam walked to her, holding her arms to try and calm her down.

"Anne it's gonna be okay, he's okay you just need to calm down okay?" She breathed in and out, nodding her head with her closed eyes.

"My baby I need to see him he's probably worried out of his mind." She was calm on the outside, but on the inside she was going insane. Not knowing who she was, I felt sorry for her.

"Noel, this is Anne, Harry's mum." I tried to get her attention, so she'd calm down for a destraction. "Hi, Anne, do you want me to get you some water? A coffee?" She looked at me uncomfortably.

"Do.. I know you?" I blinked, looking at Liam. "I-I don't think so?" She furrowed her brows, pointing a finger towards me.

"It's just-"

"My accent? I get that a lot.." I chuckled, putting strands of hair behind my ear.

"And your one of Harry's friends?" I shrugged, looking up at the dimmed light.

"Well, sorta." She titled her head.

"How so?"

I felt like she was going to bombard me with loads of questions, trying to figure out everything about me.

"Well we kinda met today, It's hard to explain.." She shrugged, looking around.

"Not to be rude but I got plenty of time." I looked to Liam for help, but he just gave me an apologetic look. I gestured for her to come take a seat, she still looked unsteady.

"My ex boyfriend was the one that went after Harry. I tried to get him to stop but of course, he wouldn't listen to me.." I rolled my eyes, thinking about the Prick.

We heard screaming. Curious to find out if it was Harry, the three of us rushed through the doors looking for the nearest nurse.

"You can't be back here!"

"Is that my son? Who is screaming??"

The nurse pushed Anne, trying to get her to calm down. Anne wouldn't move a muscle until she found out who was causing that screaming.

"Is that my son?!" She yelled in the nurse's face.

"Yes were putting ointment on him to stop the pain, but it's burning him. They're working on his ribs as well, but he's not reacting the way we'd like him too." I raked my hands through my hair, walking back and forth from the nearest bench, to Liam and Anne.

"This is all my fault," If I was brutally honest I thought it was. He didn't deserve this! It should've been Lance in here, not Harry!

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen but he does whatever he wants and always wants to pick up a fight." She sighed, looking towards the doors leading to the emergency rooms.

"It's not your fault Noel, just calm down." I shook my head, biting my whole bottom lip. "No you don't understand.. if I would have stopped Lance, Harry wouldn't be in so much pain!"

"I understand, but I just want to know if you left him?"

"Huh?"

"Your ex boyfriend? Is it officially over?" I nodded, holding my head in my hands.

"I just feel so terrible for this. I feel like it's all my fault.." I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me jump. "Darling, it's far from your fault. I'm just glad you could stop it in time before it got too bad." I looked up at her.

"Define 'too bad'?" She looked at me with furrowed brows.

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"Oh my god Harry sweety!" Her hands covered her mouth as she walked towards the bed. His hands were held out for her to grab. It looked as if he started sobbing, but didn't want anybody to notice.

"My poor baby!" His mother whined, moving her hands towards his face, then moving them to his chest. His hands laid on top of hers, trying to comfort her. The sight was unbearable, knowing that Lance did this.

"Mum.." His voice was sad, broken even. I couldn't believe he could actually speak.

"I'm right here, it's okay.." She sobbed against his chest, his arms wrapping around her for comfort. I turned away, unable to watch.

Liam's hands rubbed my shoulders, comforting me. I tried not to cry, blowing my breath out in vigorous waves.

"Don't worry Noel it's gonna be okay.." That's what everyone says, it's going to be okay, but will it?

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It grew dark, the other boys made there way in the room, buying balloons and flowers for good luck.

"Hey mate, how you feeling?" Louis said, standing next to Niall. Tanner stood by himself on the other side of the bed, watching down on him.

"Like....shit." He spat, speaking out of his extremely plump lips. My hand was touching my lips, while my elbow rested on my free arm, watching as they bonded. Anne sat down on the chair next to his bed, smiling as they all chatted. Liam was joined next to Anne, smiling with them.

"Tanner.. you made.. it?" He leaned in, nodding. "Well you took a beating for me? Why would I not come?" Harry smiled, moving his head around the boys.

"Where is.. s-she?" I lifted my head up, stopping my frantic pacing. I walked over to his head, watching as he tilted his head up. He could finally see, that was a good thing.

"I-I'm right here.." He held a hand out, waiting for me to take it. I smiled with watery eyes, taking his hand.

"That's our cue." Liam whispered, getting up from his seat as the others made they're way to the door. Anne got up as well, petting his curly hair and walking out. We were now alone, the one thing that I was slightly afraid of.

"..Hey." He whispered, squeezing my hand. "H-Hi.." I didn't know why I was so shy and scared. Was it the way he looked? Because he was holding my hand? I didn't know.

"Thank you.. for everything." He whispered once again, not wanting them to hear outside.

I smiled, sitting down next to him on the bed. He had on a hospital robe, with went well with his skin tone. I moved loose curls away from his puffed up face, feeling the tears weld at the tips of my eyelids.

"Why are you.. crying?" I blinked, wiping away the almost fallen tear.

"It's all my fault.." I shook my head, looking down at our hands.

"No..? Why would.. you say that?" I shook my head again, not knowing why myself, I just knew somehow it was my fault.

"I didn't stop him in time, you could've been-" I stopped before I scared him, looking up at the ceiling. He reached up, touching my cheek and wiping the stained tears away.

"It's.. not your.. fault okay? Don't say that." I closed my eyes at his touch, smiling at the sweet gesture.

"Okay.." I whispered to him.

"Now how about.. a joke?" I laughed, being blinded by the left over tears.