Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

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You know, waking up to a Hand running over you thigh isn't the best way to wake up. Neither is having your cover be pulled off and a hand touching you almost everywhere. Keyword; Almost.

"Sam?" Harry's husky voice catches my attention.

"Hm?" I hum back.

"What's this?" Harry rubs my leg again. I open my eyes and sit up tiredly.

"I-I don't know.." I stutter looking down at the small lump.

"Samantha," he uses his warning voice with his warning face. Crap, he used my whole name..

"Harold," I say in the same tone.

"Samantha, I'm serious. What the hell is this?" He raises his voice.

"Harry, I don't know! I went to the bathroom to piss and noticed it! I thought it was nothing so.." I give in and tell him.

"You should've told me." He rubs my arm in a soothing way.

"I though it was nothing though." I tell

Him.

"Babe, I don't think it's nothing. It doesn't feel like nothing."

"Harry, it's nothing." I lie to him and myself.

"Samantha, I know your lying. You don't just get a lump from nothing." He says. Crap, he caught on.

"Haz, I'm fine." I lied. On the inside, I was freaking out but on the outside I stayed calm.

"No your not, Sam. All this week you've been extremely And randomly sick. You've had four fevers this week, sweating every morning, you keep getting rashes, your always coughing violently, your tired and weak all the time, and your starting to lose a lot of weight." Harry lists out on his fingers.

"I said I'm fine, Harry." Harry shakes his head and reaches across me to the bedside table. "What are you doing?" I lean back and study his face.

"I'm calling the hospital. I know damn well that your lying about being fine." Harry brings his arm back, holding the home phone, and dials a number that I didn't see. Harry presses the phone to his ear and stands from the bed. Harry holds up a finger as a way to say wait, and leaves the room. I sigh loudly and lean back in bed.

"I called them." Harry tells me as he walks into my room again after 5 minutes.

"I told you, I'm fine." I whine.

"No your not. The doctor will takes you in an hour so get ready." He puts the phone back and lifts me from the bed so I can get ready.

Simply, I groan dreading the idea of going to the hospital.

*****

Harry and I walked in the hospital, hand in hand. Harry let go of my hand and turned to me completely.

"Go sit down somewhere. I'll be there in a second." I nod and turn to the seats. There were two free near an older lady. The lady looked around thirty. She had a son that looked around six. Hm, they look nice.. I smiled and made my way over to her.

"Hi, is someone sitting in these two seats?" I ask the woman who was looking down at her magazine. She looked up from her magazine and smiled back politely.

"Oh, no. Its just me and him." She smiles over at the kid who was playing with a train.

"Oh, thanks." I sit down next to her and look at the boy.

"How old is he?" I make conversation.

"He just turned seven last month."

"Well, he's such a cute boy. He looks like you." I look at them. It was true. Same nose and eyes.