Harry's Pov
“Shiiit… Lads! Get out here, I need help!” I shouted out to them as I was starting to freak out a bit. Her forehead was still bleeding and I dont know what to do, but I know who does.
You see, we may have kinda sorta convinced Niall into taking a first aid course in case of a situation like this. He didn’t want to, but neither did any of us so after a lot of bargaining, he agreed to it but his price was all of our deserts for a month. It was a hard decision but we pulled through -after a few tears on my part- and shook hands on it.
Okay, now that that's been explained, what was I doing again? Oh yeah, the girl.. yeahh, my memory isn't the best one, what can I say?
All the boys came rushing out of the room with curious expressions. I guess I was the only one that heard her fall. Shock crossed their features as they took in the girl lying at my feet and Niall jumped into action right away and told me to move out of the way. I quickly did so and he immediately crouched down and tried to look at her injury.
He was checking her pulse when I realized we weren’t alone. Shit. We can’t have people thinking we were the ones who hurt her. That would be such bad publicity.
“Uh Niall, maybe we should bring her in the room, that way you could get a better look at her.” I said with raised eyebrows and a look of understanding crossed his features as he looked around. He nodded and asked for Liam to help him bring her inside. I was a little offended he didn’t ask me but I know I’m not the strongest one of the group so I understand but part of me didn’t like that they get to hold her and I don't.
God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I’ve never been the possessive type but there’s just... something about this girl that I can’t quite put my finger on.
So as they picked her up I had to restrain my anger and followed them into the room, hot on their tails.
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Sorry it's short :S you all deserve better.
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