Make It Work (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

"Where's it coming from?!"

"You tell me! You can't feel it?!" Harry asked panicking.

I looked down to see my once white tshirt covered in blood. I felt around my chest, but found no pain. I moved my blood-soaked hair to one side, and as the hairs pulled at my neck, I found the problem.

"Ow. Harry...my neck." I tied my hair above my head to make my neck more visible.

"You've got a cut across the back of your neck, Jenna... Can we get a medic please?!" He asked a security guard frantically. "Why would you fight a fan. You wouldn't have gotten hurt if you had just left them alone. I knew you should've stayed backstage."

"Harry! I didn't start the fight!" I said turning to him.

"Well that's not what it looked-"

"Someone called for a medic?" A much older man in all black said.

"Yes. Please, look at her neck?" Harry said stepping aside to give the medic some room.

"I'm going to clean the blood a wee bit. It shouldn't sting, though."

"OUCH!" It stung. It stung a lot.

"Don't hurt her!"

"It's ok, Harry. It feels fine now." It didn't, but I didn't want him to worry...or hurt anyone for that matter.

"Well... You have a cut about 3 inches long across the back of your neck, and it's incredibly deep. You're going to need stitches." Harry's eyes grew wide.

"Can you stitch them?" He asked.

"I'm afraid I can't. She'll have to go to a hospital."

"Paul! Get the car ready!"

"No, really guys. I'm fine. Harry, go finish your set." He looked at me, eyebrows furrowed.

"Jenna, are you crazy? Or have you just lost too much blood? You're going to the hospital."

"Not until you finish the show."

•••••

"How is she?"

"Are you ok?"

"Oh my gosh, your shirt."

"Holy shit, Jenna."

"Boys, I'm ok. Calm down. Where's Harry?"

"He went to get the car. You don't look ok..."

"I'm fine. Honestly." But I wasn't. Not in the last few minutes anyway. It had gotten a little harder to breathe. Not to mention I had a massive migraine. And the room was spinning...

"Jenna!"

•••••

"She's waking up." I heard a woman say.

"Baby? How do you feel?" I opened my eyes to see my worried boyfriend with a tear-streaked face holding my hand.

"Fine...what happened?" I asked.

"Well, you lost a lot of blood from the cut on your neck, and the doctor said all that blood loss caused you to pass out." My eyes widened. I'd never passed out before. The idea of people taking care of me while I'm unconscious was disturbing.

"Did you call an ambulance?" I asked, uneasy.

"No...actually that would've been the smart thing to do...but I wasn't thinking. I brought the car around, and ran into the dressing room to find you in Zayns arms. You were bleeding profusely, and he said he caught you before you hit the floor. My first instinct was to carry you to the car and get here as fast as possible. You should've seen the looks I got when I ran into the emergency room with an injured girl in my arms. I thought I was going to have to pull the One Direction card." I laughed at the thought of Harry demanding help just because he's in a boyband.

"You don't think anyone got pictures do you?"

"It was all over the tabloids, babe."

"Oh no.." I was so embarrassed. It's bad enough Harry had to tend to my unconscious body, but people got photos...the thought alone made me cringe.

"And the video of the fight went viral."

"Someone got it on video?!"

"Everyone got it on video...and can I just say I'm sorry?"

"What for?"

"You were attacked. I had no idea. I thought you were the attacker, not the attackee."

"It's ok, Harry."

"It's not. But thank you for forgiving me. I'll never doubt you again. I should've known you were too sweet to start a fight with some random girl..although you were pretty convincing with how well you defended yourself." I blushed.

"Did anyone find out how my neck got cut?"

"Well, in the video, her first hit was across your neck. The doctor said if your hair wasn't pulled to the side, your neck may have not been as damaged. We're not completely sure, but police say she was wearing a very sharp ring, and we think that's what cut you. You're lucky you only had one cut."

"The girls helped."

"I saw that in the video...they were very protective of you." His comment made me smile. They really did fight for me, and the world got to see it. "And I called your mum..."

"Why?!"

"She had to know, Jenna."

"Harry! You're lucky she's not here yet! She told me if anything happened to me she'd be on the first plane out."

"She was going to do that, but we compromised."

"How'd you do that?" It was nearly impossible to compromise with my mother.

"I'm sending you home."