How to Save a Life

Chapter 2

I woke up in a warm bed. It was so comfy and I wanted to sleep there all day. But I couldn't my head was pounding and a little wet. I put my hand on my head to find an ice pack. It's was a little melted, I took the ice pack off and threw it on the floor. I then took my hand and rubbed of the water on my face.

Then I looked over to my side to see the man that tried to save me, Harry I think that's his name.He was facing me and his curls fell on his face. I turned and faced him and I brushed my hand on his cheek. I noticed that he had a swollen lip and a some what black eye. It was all my fault that he was like this. My heart felt like it dropped a little

After I got out of the bed  I was so weak that when I stood up I fell to the floor. I tried to get up, using all my strength.  Then I felt two strong hands wrap around my waist. I screamed a little it scared me.  Then I was lifted up off the ground and stood up. I wrapped my arms around Harry's neck and his were at my waist. His head was down looking at me, we swayed back and forth. 

"Shh... your okay now." His voice chilled down my neck in his thick British accent. His curls fell down on my neck it made me tickle a little.I smiled at him and his emerald green eyes fell onto my not as beautiful green eyes.

I lightly smiled at Harry. I looked down to see I was in a bloody tank top and ripped  jeans.Harry wrapped one hand around my waist and I put all my weight on him. He walked me into his bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and watched him grab a first aid kit out of a small cabinet and then fresh clean boxers and a t-shirt. 

He put the clothes on the bathroom counter. "Can you change on your own or do you need help?" He asked me,I clenched my stomach and looked up at him. My stomach hurt so bad  I was about to cry. Harry could see my pain in my eyes. He walked over to me and held his hand out. I put my small one in his and got up. I put my hands on his chest and he gripped the bottom of my bloody tank top. He pulled it up and saw a giant cut across my stomach.

Harry's jaw tensed, I could tell he was angry at himself. He lifted the shirt over my breast and peeled it of my head. I blushed a little but the pain of my stomach hurt. Harry bent down a little and unbuttoned my jeans. He slowly pulled the jeans down over my hips, they fell to the ground. I placed my hands on Harry's shoulders and his strong hands were around my hips. I stepped out of the jeans and Harry picked up the tank top and jeans and through them in a basket. 

I sat back down on the toilet as Harry grabbed some rubbing alcohol  and a cotton ball. He bent down, one arm holding my waist the other dabbing my wound on my stomach. It made the pain hurt even more. Some tears fell from my eyes. Harry saw me trying to hold in the pain and my hands clench. He let go of my waist and held his hand for me. I grabbed it and held on tight. Every time it stung and held his hand harder. I could also tell Harry was upset because he clenched my hands a couple times. 

After a couple minuets he was done with the rest. I breathed heavily and Harry's thumb whipped away the tears.  He helped stand me up, he grabbed the boxers and slowly slid them up around my legs. Then he placed the shirt over my head and let it fall on myself. I looked up at him and shyly said "Thank you."  I smiled slightly then looked at his cuts. 

"Harry can I help you? I mean you helped me so.. um." He smiled a little then ripped off his shirt. and let his pants fall. He tossed them in the basket with mine. His body was perfect except for his cuts.I dabbed the ball on his  wounds  and when I was finally I rested my hands around his neck. He was so beautiful his lips were plump and a bit beaten ed up. Harry's hands were on my waist and we were swaying again. I looked into his eyes and then it happened. Harry  kissed me. It was magical, I didn't want stop. Then I felt his lips part from mine. 

"I-I-I'm sorry this happened to you." He stuttered and he looked like he wanted to hit him self after and he also looked like he was going to cry a little. Then he walked with me to his bed. I sat down  and watched his sit on the edge of his bed and he stuffed his face into his hands. I crawled down to the edge of the bed and sat down next to him. 

"Harry, you were fine and if it wasn't for you I could have been dead or something." I took one of his hands and held it. I then put my head on his shoulder. I started to feel something in my body. It was my heart beating a million times. I thought to myself "Am I starting to like the man I just met?"