White Board Lyrics (Harry Styles)

Chapter 16

   (Harry's POV) 

 When I said that I was itching to get out of this cast on my leg. I literally meant that I was scratching at the hard edges, trying to get inside and rip off the surface of my skin. It itched so badly and I couldn’t wait until I could get the damned thing off.

“Alright, we have to use this type of medical saw…” The doctor tried to explain the whole process but I urged her on and propped my leg up on the examination table. She smiled and carefully removed the cast but cutting it down one side and up the other.

“So I will get one of those air boots, yeah?” I asked. I knew that the broken bone in my leg was nowhere near done healing. It had only been a little over two months, a week since I got back in London, and the doctor at the beginning said that it would take three to four months for everything to heal.

“Yes. We have one ready after we take some x-rays to check your healing progress.” She removed the awful cast from my leg and the sight was a little grotesque. I have thin legs to begin with, but having that cast on one of them sucked most of the muscle away. After moving me to the x-ray room and shooting some rays of radiation at me, we were done and the boot was placed on my leg and that was that. The doctor warmed me that I would probably need to use a crutch in the beginning to get the feel of things, but by the end of the week I should be walking, although irregularly, on my own.

 

Enough about my leg. This is about my ears. The left was healed mostly, albeit the dissolving stitches just behind. Those weren’t much of a problem though. My hair could easily hide them. My other ear on the other hand. It felt clogged. Small strings of throbbing pain hit me mostly at night when I would lie down to sleep. The doctor checked my ear as well and just said that the last process of my ear healing is the worst. It lasts for the most part of the last month of healing. Hopefully the month will go by fast.

Hopefully this week will go by fast. The meeting we had with management the day after I returned to London, we all met with management. It didn’t go so bad. It was nothing like the last time with the representative who thought it was a good idea that I keep my injuries a secret. How the hell I was supposed to do that, I will never know. I got out of there before I would have been put in that situation.

“We see that the fans are getting really uneasy because of your absence.” The tall man said, pointing at me. I lowered my head in defeat. It was coming. The repercussions for my actions were boiling inside this guy. I looked over at Louis who was also being yelled at by another guy for up and disappearing.

 

“Louis was just driving. We all went to get Harry. And look!” Liam exaggeratingly pointed at me. “We got him back! What more do you want?”

 

Management went silent. The two men turned towards each other. They mumbled things to each other before turning back and facing us. “Alright. We see that your actions have indeed brought back and very important part of the band, but that does not explain the other missed meetings. We have been set back for weeks on end because of the disappearances, public stunts, and hospital visits.”

 

My blood boiled. They were really blaming needed hospital visits for their messed up precious schedule? I cleared my throat. “You were the ones who made us go to that club, put us in that situation, put us in that car.” My words were like poison. I was standing by then, leaning my weight on the table in front of me. I wasn’t raising my voice, but the power behind my words sunk in. Everyone went silent. My face must have been red because it usually did get that way when I get flustered about something.