A Moment in the Crowd

Chapter 13: Faint

"Lily what happened to your ... - " He can't even finish the sentence. Harry's face is fixed in a permanent grimace. He looks more than a little uncomfortable right now.

"I - I don't even feel anything." I search my mind trying to figure out the source of this blood, and evidently, the rather large cut on my knee.

I fell. In the club, when Harry knocked that creep over. I fell on my knees and I must have got cut on some glass. 

A wave of relief fills my body as I relax, content with having found the source. 

I look up quickly to Harry, a half grin on my face, and it falls immediately when I see him.

"Harry are you okay? You look like you're about to pass out." I should explain where the cut came from but his ghostly expression is still fixed on horror.

"Mr. Driver up there, make yourself useful and get me some sort of cloth or something to wipe this off!" I nearly scream at the driver and he glares at me for the second time today. "Please?" I add and he searches the glove box.

I'm almost sure now that Harry is faint at the sight of blood. Who would have fucking thought, right?

"Harry, look at me. It's nothing. I got it when I fell down inside, it's fine. Just don't look."

He can't seem to speak and his mouth is gaping at the sight of my knee. 

For fucks sake if you can't stand the sight of it stop looking at it. 

I nearly start giggling at the popstar who can't stand to see blood. He can get those tattoos but can't stand to see a bloody knee?  

"Harry!" I clap my hands in front of his face and his eyes shoot up instantly to meet mine.

"Thank you. Now just keep looking at me, it's fine I promise." He nods, his mouth still hanging open in horror.

The damn driver has taken his time in finding anything to cover the blood, and he settles on a bunch of tissues from one of the many compartements in this car. 

I hastily cover my knee with all of the tissues he hands me and that seems to cause Harry to find his tongue again.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?" He still looks stunned.

"Yeah." This time I can't help a small giggle escape my lips. He's got this tough exterior with those tattoos, but he really is a sweetheart isn't he? 

"What?" He stares at me as my laughter increases.

Eventually, Harry actually joins in on my laughing.

When we're both done, I have tears collected in the edge of my eyes and I wipe them off with a smile. I don't think I've laughed this hard in a full year.

"I can't believe you're afraid of blood." I tell him, still smiling like an idiot.

"Shut up, don't tease me. I just - I don't know I don't like blood alright?" He's smiling now though, so it makes me feel a lot better.

"Are you really okay though?" He adds.

"Yes, honestly. I didn't even feel it. I still don't. Well, sort of. But it doesn't hurt that much." I look up at his worried eyes.

Jesus I'm in a car with Harry Styles again. How did this happen? I don't even care anymore.

"So how did you like the club? Besides the asshole who tried to - well you know." He asks me, almost... timidly? No, that's not possibly. He's Harry Styles and I'm a dumb fan.

"It was fun - oh fuck. I left Ashton in there dancing alone!" My ears turn red at the thought of Ashton standing on the dancefloor alone after the whole scene.