outcasts. | harry styles au

thirty two.

lennon and harry broke apart, lennon looking down at the blood coming from her side. the crowd scrambled away rushing to the exits not wanting to be next. her father among them. the bullet grazed her, but hit her side enough that blood was gushing out. 

"s.hit." lennon breathed pressing her hands on it in an effort to stop the bleeding.  lennon looked to see harry worried and livid, as he saw seth with a gun. he stalked over where he stood the gun pointed at him the whole entire time as he hit it out of his hand and started beating him.

"harry! she needs to get to a doctor. we'll take care of it." liam yelled. 

it was like realization dawned on harry that lennon was shot and bleeding, the blood at this point covering her hands. he must have hit and artery. 

harry put her arm around his neck liam doing the same on the right side as they started to the car.

"lennon, shit, baby you're going to be okay." harry tried to reassure her but worry was evident in his voice. lennon managed a small smile at the gesture but it quickly disappeared, the pain in her side was blinding.

they finally made it to harry's car, lennon sighing in relief at the sight of it. liam opened the door to the backseat with his free hand as harry and him guided lennon in. lennon let out a moan of pain as she laid on the back seat. 

her eyes were twisted shut in pain, she heard the door shut another one opening. she could feel them moving at a very fast pace beneath her. lennon opened her eyes to see harry with his sweaty curls still held in place by his head scarf, she could also see his fingers clenching the steering wheel. 

his eyes looking into the mirror in the middle of the window worry in his eyes. lennon tried a small smile black dots clouding her vision. she wondered if he saw her small smile before she gave in to the dark.

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lennon opened her eyes, to see she was clearly in a hospital. she could also see harry very clearly, he was sitting in a chair that had been pulled up to the bed. his large bandaged hand held hers rather tightly.  

he had yet to notice she was awake though due to the fact that his head hung down, she couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not, and didn't want to disturb him if he was. 

lennon glanced over to where she was shot, using her hand free of harry's hold to lift up the hospital gown she had on to look at it. it was a neatly bandaged square, only a dull throb of pain coming from it. she let go of her gown covering it back up as she let out a sigh.

harry's head  jerked up, his lovely eyes blood shot with purple bags under them. so much for thinking he was sleeping lennon thought. the sight of him though, of his state, made lennon wish that none of this had happened. the whole fight and all. 

"are you okay len? does it hurt? do you need me to call the nurse?" harry fired questions at her, one right after another, worry thick in his voice.

lennon shook her head, "i'm fine" she reassured.

harry gave lennon's hand a squeeze, leaning forward.

"lennon i'm so sorry. i dragged you in to this mess, and an- and look what happened to you for godsake! you're lying in a hospital bed from a gunshot wound!" harry's voice breaking. lennon gave his hand a squeeze.

"i'm still alive, harry. " lennon smiled at him. harry just shook his head his curls hitting his face.

"i should have protected you better. i am so sorry. so sorry lennon." harry apologized.

" harry, it's okay. i'm okay. we're okay. we'll be okay. that's all that matters.  now stop apologizing, and can you please come over to give me a kiss?" lennon says to him.

harry's frown had turned into a smile within milli seconds of the words spilling from lennon's mouth. harry stood up, gently releasing lennon's hand working his way closer to her. close enough that his lips hovered over hers. 

then, after what seemed like forever connected their lips. the kiss was gentle a short before harry pulled away. 

but he wasn't done yet.

his lips started planting kisses all over her face murmuring the words " i love you " after every one. his fingers in her hair his hands cupping the sides of her face. and lennon felt loved. she felt loved by this curly hair boy. and man did she love him. and began murmuring it back.

a knock interuppted them, lennon jumping in surprise making harry do the same. her eyes went to the door to see a middle age woman standing in the door way her name tag clarifying she was the doctor.

she looked tired, in contrast to her bright pink scrubs. a warm smile played on her lips as she saw them. 

"lennon?" she asked. 

lennon nodded in response, the doctor looked at the clipboard in her hands looking over what ever was on the page. 

harry's hand found hers, and took in his. the doctor looked up from the clipboard and sat on a stool near her bed. 

"how are you feeling?" she questioned.

lennon shrugged feeling harry's gaze on her.

"okay." the doctor scribbled something down on her clipboard then setting it down on the counter beside her. 

"so the bullet went right through, a clean shot. no severe damage was done, it'll be sore for awhile, and we'll send you home with some antibiotic save so it doesn't get an infection, and of course some of the special bandages. you did lose a lot of blood though, so we had to do a blood transfusion that this kind young man donated. you should be able to leave tomorrow, we just want to keep you over night for observation. but other than that any questions?" the doctor said.

lennon shook her head, the doctor stood up grabbing the clipboard with a smile. 

"well i guess that's it then. the red button right there," the pointed to where there  indeed was a red button on the wall next to her bed " is for when you need anything." the doctor informed.

"okay, thank you." lennon said to her, the doctor smiling, walking out of the room. lennon couldn't help but feel relived that she left. 

right now she just wanted to be alone with harry. 

" you gave me some of your blood?" lennon asked in awe.  harry's eyebrow furrowed at her reaction.

"of course."

a yawn escaped from harry's mouth, lennon feeling tired herself. she moved over in the hospital bed patting the spot beside her with her free hand. harry looked hesitant, but when lennon stuck out her bottom lip, he complied after taking off his shoes of course.

there was barely any room for the two of them so they were incredibly close, but lennon found it comforting. as they both laid on their backs, side by side, ( harry on the side without risk of bumping into the wound) their hands were clasped. harry's fingers drawing patterns on the back of her hand.

"so what now?" lennon asked turning her head to see harry. harry turned his head to face lennon with a serious but happy expression on his face.

"now we are free."

( this chapter is pretty rough ( probably some mistakes here and there spelling wise) , but way long overdue for an update. i hope you enjoy anyways though. i hope you have a good night slash day!! )