Save You (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 25

**3rd Person POV**

The black wooden double doors split as the now bent metal pole flew off the door, causing them to swing open and slam against the walls. Men dressed in black pilled in and paced around the room, rifles aimed and at the ready. A few men went to check on the many dead bodies littering the tiled floor, confirming their death's by gunshots.

As the men searched the room, Vincent Slade himself entered with two men at his side. His eyes held nothing but anger as he gazed upon the room, noticing two more of his executives had gotten the same treatment as the others. He noticed the shattered window and strode up to it, peering down at the body that had landed below.

The cool evening wind brushed through Harry's curls as he craned his neck to look up at Slade, one arm holding Skyler's unconscious body to his chest whilst the other held a firm grip on the window ledge. His muscles strained to keep hold of the window ledge, his breathing heavy. He felt Skyler's warm blood drip down his chest and the inside of his arm. He needed to do something about that wound and soon. But he couldn't move as Slade's head poked out of the shattered window, peering down.

Finally, he stood upright and strode back into the meeting room with a growl. "Search the perimeter! Whoever did this couldn't have gotten far!" He ordered to his colleagues.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but his face remained determined. He glanced down below him and noticed a window half open. He pulled Skyler up and slung her over his shoulder before using the window ledges to climb down to the open window.

Once he reached it, he kicked it fully open and slipped inside. He noticed he was inside an empty bathroom, but didn't pay much attention as he gently lay Skyler on the ground. He searched through cabinets for anything he could use to at least slow down the bleeding until he reached the car. He grabbed a handful of towels and pressed them down onto the gash.

He couldn't stop, he needed to keep moving before Slade's goons blocked all the exits. He wrapped the largest towel around Skyler's middle the best he could and picked her up bridal style before abandoning the blood smears on the white tiles and rushing through the door. A Japanese couple screamed as he ran through their hotel suite and out the front door.

He rushed down the stairway, praying not to be seen by more people. When he reached the ground floor, he hesitated about the main entrance and decided to run the opposite way for a back entrance. He was about to turn a corner but skid to a stop and ran the other way when he saw two of Slade's men rushing towards him.

He barged through a random door and slams it shut with his foot in hopes of losing them. He ran through what seemed like an office until he found a fire exit and crashed through the double doors, not bothering to slam them shut. He dashed along the back of the building, remembering where they had parked the car, faint footsteps behind him.

Once he finally reached the car, he grabbed Skyler's keys from her back pocket and opened it, strapping her in the passenger seat before leaping over her into the drivers seat.

Gunshots sounded behind him and scratched the paintwork of the black sports vehicle. Harry ducked with a shout when the back window shattered and accelerated forward, speeding off into the night.

He sped onto the main roads, weaving in and out of lanes to avoid crashing into any other cars before slowing down a little when he sees that no one is following him. He breathes out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding and speeds down the route to the hotel they checked into earlier that day.

He gazed over at Skyler's unconscious form in the corner of his eye before paying attention to the road, his bloody hands holding a harsh grip on the wheel.

"Hang on, Sky..."

**Harry's POV**

When I arrived at the hotel, I carried Skyler up to our hotel suite, sneaking past the front desk so I didn't bring any attention.

I kicked open the door and rushed to the bedroom. I kicked off the duvet to lessen the mess and gently placed Skyler down on her front, the towel still wrapped around her. Then I dove under the bed and felt around for the black case she always hides under the bed. When I found it, I hastily pulled it out and opened it, revealing it's contents.

I sifted through the tools and bandages, picking out the things I would need. Bandages, Peroxide, cloth, scissors, a bowl, a suture and thread. I placed all of the tools in a row next to Skyler and rushed to the bathroom to thoroughly wash the dry blood off my hands and fill the bowl with water.

Once I was done I rushed back to Skyler, placed the bowl of water down and shrugged off my black blazer, pulling the white sleeves of my blouse up to my elbows. I gently peeled off the towel and used the scissors to cut away the shirt. Luckily the bleeding had slowed.

I dipped the cloth into the water and began to clean away the blood, my hands shaking. I was pretty sure I was white as a ghost, but I had to keep my composure. I can't pass out now, not at a time like this.

Once all the blood was cleared I could clearly see the damage. It was pretty deep near her shoulder but not as deep further down. Looks like a knife wound. Got her pretty bad too. I shakily poured in the peroxide and shuddered when it started to fizz. I'm so glad she can't feel this. I don't think seeing Skyler in pain would steady my nerves.

"Now for the fun part..." I sighed, picking up the suture. Threading the thread through was nearly impossible with how badly my hands were shaking. Once I finally got it through, I bit the end of the thread and kneeled down next to the bed.

"Remember how she taught you, Harry...nice and easy." I spoke to myself as I rested the suture near the top of the gash.

I used my other hand to pull the skin, replaying Skyler's instructions in my head as I went along, and pierced the skin with the suture, remembering to roll my hand, not pull. I had gotten the hang of it after the first three stitches and continued all the way down the gash to her side.

When I was finally done, I snipped off the thread and cleaned off the excess blood before admiring my work. Of course I still need to work on my stitching skills, but this will do for now.

To finish off, I covered the injury with strips of bandage. I sighed in relief, glad that part was over and pulled one of her black T-shirts over her head before gently laying her down on her back. I pressed two fingers to her neck to check her pulse. It seemed stable to me, but I could be wrong.

I suppose all I could do now was sit back, wait and pray that Slade's men won't find us while she hopefully recovers.