Angel [Dark H.S]

•Chapter 25•

Violet

"Harry!" I screamed as I was dragged back to the car. The sight of him had been blocked by Zayn almost as soon as he was hit.

"Violet Zayn will get him!" Niall pushed me into the car

"What happened?" Liam said as him and Louis turned to face the back seat.

"H..Harry" I cried, the tears running down my face.

"He was hit" Niall sighed, finishing my sentence for me.

"Well we have to go and--" Niall interrupted Louis

"Michael and Zayn will get him, if we go back in there it will only make things worse. Make space for him" Niall began to bandage the cuts on my wrists and arms  while I sat nervously awaiting their arrival.

I lunged to the door to open it as Zayn and Michael came into sight. Harry was in the middle of them, his arms around their shoulders as they practically carried him towards the car.

"Start the car!" Zayn shouted to Liam as he helped Harry in. Harry lay back, his head resting on my lap as Zayn began to examine his wound. The car suddenly accelerated making me jump before a soft voice grabbed my attention.

"Violet" Harry whispered as I stroked his cheek.

"Harry, you're gonna be ok" I knew Harry didn't need reassurance, he didn't fear death, this statement was more me attempting to comfort myself.

"Fuck" he looked down towards Zayn's hand on his wound. He had been shot in the side of his stomach, the blood stain rooting from that area.

"We need to get him to the hospital" Zayn called to Louis earning a scoff from Harry

"Fuck off. No hospitals" he said. Even in the state he was a stubborn dick.

"Harry you need medical attention" I looked down at him

"I'm fine" he attempted to sit up, only achieving a loud groan and falling back on to my lap. I was pushing down on his wound with a cloth Zayn had given me but my hands were quickly becoming drenched in the Crimson liquid. Usually I would be admiring Harry's now bare chest, but all I could concentrate on was the blood pouring out of his toned stomach and the fear that I felt.

"Fine!  Someone get Alister on the phone now! Tell him to meet us back at the house" Michael grabbed his phone, as Zayn finished his sentence, and began dialing someone.

"Who's Alister??" I rushed out

"Medical genius, he's been helping us for years" Niall responded.

"Harry needs hospital!" I was growing frustrated and Harry could tell as I attempted to say my name. His face was pail and his eyes were growing heavier.

"Oi don't go to sleep" Zayn hit his leg as we pulled up to the house .

"Wouldn't dream of it" Harry half laughed. Me and Zayn helped Harry to the house, the stairs inside proving to be the biggest challenge as Harry was twice my size. We managed to get him to the bed, placing him down carefully. I grabbed a fresh towel and began to put pressure on the wound again.

"I'm so...glad I've got you back" Harry hardly managed to say, his voice weak and tired.

"Right now you're the concern" I kept my eyes on his wound until I felt a shaky hand push my chin upwards. My eyes met his green ones, their colour less bright than usual.

"I'm serious... These last few days without you--"

"Harry-"

"No Violet, let me finish. These last few days have been the worst and most painful of my life.. Baby I-"