The Exchange Student. { o n h o l d . }

Chapter Eighteen.

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[Vanessa's P.O.V.]

Sitting in the room and listening to Harry explain things to the doctor was amusing, yet I felt bad for him. All of this was my fault, I shouldn't have taken that dare. It was stupid of me to take it.

"Honest. I'm fine!" I heard Harry say for the millionth time as the doctor put on her gloves and walked towards him.

Me and Liam looked at eachother with raised eyebrows. This was going to be quite the show. I looked back at Harry. His eyes were wide and darting all over the room. He was definitely panicing.

His green eyes met mine, silently begging me to help him get out of here. I just smiled back a small smile and looked away. I feel so bad.

"Oh c'mon Harry, man up!" the doctor said trying to ease the tension in the room.

He hissed as her hands touched his stomach. She slowly inched towards the wounded area. Once one of her fingers touched it, Harry gasped and sat up really fast pushing her away by accident.

Liam and I ran over to hold Harry down as he tried to get up. Liam grabbed his legs and pinned them down against the bed while I grabbed his hands and held them in my own.

His hands were massive compared to mine. They were rough, but somehow soft and comforting.

"Harry, it is vital that you let me examine it. We can do this the easy way or the hard way..." the doctor threatened.

"Can we just please like... Not do this?" He asked weakly while looking at me, like he was expecting me to back him up.

I squeezed his hands and gave him a reassuring smile. He smiled back at me, but it was real slight. I glanced at Liam and saw he had been watching us this whole time. His eyes were clouded with something, but I couldn't read the emotion.

"Harry, this looks infected." the doctor said as she backed away from him.

"I can't be already infected! It only.happened last night!" Harry said, his voice squeaking slightly.

"I'm afraid it already is. Harry can you please take off your shirt so I can see the wound better?" she asked politely.

Harry nodded and pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it at Liam. My eyes widened at the sight of Harrys body. Of course I had seen pictures of him shirtless, but this was even better. I looked up to see Harry watching me basically check him out. He wiggled his eyebrows at me, making me to blush and look away. Liam scoffed and said some smart remark that my ears couldn't pick up... What is going on with them anyway? They were just fine last night. Boys. I tell you, they are a completely different species than girls.

"Alright look here, you see this? This is a puss pocket. Meaning that this wound is indeed infected." the doctor said while pointing out to us the little pocket of puss on top of the knife wound.

It definitely was gross to look at.

"So do I just put a band aid on it or what..?" Harry asked sounding seriously confused.

"Harry, I'm going to have to cut it open to drain it. It could turn into a staff infection."

"WHAT?!" he yelled while jumping up quickly.

"Calm down curl-"

"Don't even start with me Liam!" Harry yelled cutting off Liam.

Liam rolled his eyes and looked away. I couldn't help but giggle at his childishness.

"I am not going to let you cut it open. You are insane." he said while shaking his head.

"Harry Styles, get back on the bed right now." The doctor said sternly as Harry was walking towards the door. He turned around slowly and looked at her, only to look down at the ground after he saw the fierce look she was giving him. He slowly trudged back to the bed and sat down.

"Now, lay back and stay calm. This will all be over before you know it." She said while she walked over to a drawer and pulled something sharp looking out.

I didn't want Harry to freak out so I thought of a way to distract the curly haired boy.

"Harry, lets take a picture!" I said before he could see what she had in her hand.

"Wha- why?" he said while looking at me like I'm crazy.

"Why not? We haven't taken one yet so lets just do it now!" I said while pulling my phone out of my pocket. I clicked on the front camera and nudged Harry to look up and smile. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the doctor walking towards him with what looked like a razor or something. I grabbed Harry's head and turned it towards the camera really fast.

"Ready, one, two, three!" I said quickly. And just in time too, because just after I took the picture the doctor pounced and stuck the razor into his wound.

Harry immediately tensed beside me and screamed. Not a girly scream or anything like that. No, this scream was a scream of agony. His hand found mine and squeezed the life out of it. I winced as his grip tightened on it, but I wasn't going to make him let go. He was shaking so badly, and his eyes were screwed shut. The only noise made by him were moans and whimpers. I watched as the doctor slowly cut the wound, releasing the puss that was built up.

I looked back and found Harry looking at me with wide eyes, tears escaping them. With my free hand I wiped them away, and pushed his chocolate brown locks out of his face. I ran my fingers through his hair over and over again, trying to get him to relax. He was still looking at me, but the way he was looking at me was weird. It was like he was looking past me. Slowly his eyelids started to close, his eyes slightly rolling back.

He opened them slightly before tightening his grip on my hand once more and whispering something that sounded like "don't let me go" before his eyes rolled back and his grip on my hand loosened. I looked at the doctor to see that she was already done and was stitching him back up.

"Is he okay?" I asked. I mean I was definitely worried.

"He's fine. He just fainted. He'll be awake in no time!" She said as she headed towards the door.

"I'll be back to check on him in fifteen minutes." and with that she walked out and closed the door.

"Well. That was.. intense?" Liam said, breaking the silence.

"Definitely." I said with a sigh.

I ran my fingers through Harry's hair once more. It was so soft and silky. I want to know what it smells like..

I leaned down and smelled his hair slowly. It smells amazing. I don't think I want to stop smelling it. I think I'll just smell it one more tim-

"Vanessa, are you smelling his hair..?" Liam questioned me with a smirk.

"Umm. No, there was a rock.. or like a boulder in it or something." I mumbled quickly as I sat back up.

"Sure." he said back.

God I am the worst liar.

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SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT GUYS. But OMG I saw the boys in concert three days ago and it was amazing! it was the best night of my life ever! they even performed bse which by the way sounds even better live.The only thing that worried me was that Harry wasn't acting the same. he was really Moody and quiet and tired. he looked sad:(( but other than that they were perfect. I just. no. OH AND BTW my brother had this happen to him, except for it wasnt a knife wound, and it was on his arm. but other than that all this stuff can really happen. i mean he actually had this happen to him. but he didnt pass out!

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