Jamie's POV
I woke up to the sound of clinking on my window. I got up and hobbled to the window seeing pebbles being thrown at it. I open only to be hit with one in the head
"Ouch" I say rubbing my head
I look down and see Harry
"Sorry! Open the door!" He yells. I nod and limp downstairs not realizing before how bad my ankle hurt
I finally reach the door,opening it to see Harry. "Morning" he says kissing my cheek,I smiled "morning" "how's your ankle feeling?" "How do you think?" I say turning and limping to the living room mumbling a few ows and son of a bitches. I only made it half way when I was scooped up and was in Harry's arms. "Told you you couldn't walk" he says with a smile "so you like seeing me like this?" "No I'm just glad I was right" I roll my eyes and stick out my tongue childishly as he does the same and walks me to the living room couch and sets me down "I'm bringing you to the doctors later to get that checked out" he says sitting next to me "no your not!" I reply. I hate the doctors! Whatever you say hurts or burns like hell they gotta touch it or poke it making it worse!
"Yes I am" he says with a smile. Does he think I'm kidding? "I'm not going to the doctors and that's final" I say scooting to the arm of the couch so I was away from Harry. He's not bringing me to the damn doctors!
"Why don't you wanna go to the doctors?" He asked. I didn't look at him I just kept my head rested and cuddled up to the arm of the couch.
I hate the doctors because I had accidentally cut my foot open with a stick while playing outside and I was taken to the doctors to get stitches. The doctor instead of using a rubbing treatment to numb the scar he decided to put a needle in the scar and out the numbing in the inside of my foot. I still shutter at the thought today! That's the worst feeling in the world to have a needle actually go inside your foot,under the skin "because I just don't want to" I answer simply feeling his eyes on me. "If your scared of the doctors it's ok Jamie" "I am not!" I protest. I am but I won't admit it to him "so you won't mind if I call a friend of mine who's a doctor to come and examine it?" I stay quiet for a few seconds. I didn't need to prove to him I wasn't but I felt like I did "I'll give him a call" Harry said getting up and leaving. I don't want a damn doctor! I sound childish I know but it's a fear like snakes or scorpions.
I decided to just hide. Even though he'd probably find me I thought it was worth a shot. I get up and limp to the coat closet on the first floor, not being able to get on the second floor without being heard going up the stairs.
Harry's POV
After giving George a call and explaining the situation I head back to the living room.
George is a friend of mine who's done house calls for all different kinds of my hangovers. I could tell Jamie was scared by how long it took her to answer. She needed a cast on her ankle and if she wouldn't let me bring her I'd get him to come here.
As I walk into the living room I notice a certain blonde is missing. Where did she go?
She couldn't have gone up stairs without me hearing her limp so she should still be on the first floor. I found this cute and playful that she would hide as a way not to be touched by a doctor. If it wasn't Jamie doing this I'd get pissed and just leave. But it was Jamie and she had the right personality to do this. I start to look around.
I head to the nearest bathroom first checking the towel closet and bathroom,then to one that looks like a guest room, went through the bathroom and closet in that room,then had one door that stood out in the hallway do to the lights being on.
I walked over and opened it to find Jamie sitting with her knees to her chest with her head hidden in her arms. I crouched down next to her seeing her better. She was shaking was she really this scared?
