Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Fifty-One

Part Fifty-One

"Are you sure you know how to do this?" Harry asks, his body sitting on a chair at the table.

"Yes, one hundred percent. I will not shave off your hair off; trust me."

He smiles and nods, my hands gripping the scissors. My fingers run through his hair and I start to trim off his ends, noticeably shortening his hair. Harry grips the back of my thighs while I stand behind him, cupping my legs and circling his thumbs over the legging clad legs. Locks of brown curls fall onto the garbage bag covering the ground, my lips frowning that he's losing some of his cute curls.

I tell him to let go of my legs and he does, my body moving to do the front of his hair. My fingers work on making his hair perfect and I finally do it, my lips curving into a smile of accomplishment.

"All done," I tell him, grabbing the mirror on the table and showing him.

"It looks like I went to my barber," he says, amazed that I know how to cut hair. He looks up at me and smiles, letting go of the mirror and setting it on the table. His hands wrap around my thighs and pulls them towards him, my body sitting on his lap. As he does so, I feel a massive pain in my stomach, my face crunching and Harry gripping my face in his hands.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asks, concern in his voice. I try to stand but the pain is too much, every position my body moves into hurting.

"Did you eat this morning? Are you...on your period?" he asks, my head shaking. But as soon as he mentions it, my eyes dart open and I look down at him. He lifts me up, both of us standing and my teeth clenching in pain.

"Harry, I-I'm late."

He crouches down to look in my eyes, his eyes softly looking at me.

"What does that mean?"

"It means," I start but my stomach literally turns, my body losing balance but Harry's hands catching me. He lifts me up and carries me to the hotel bedroom, placing me on the bed.

"Beth," his eyes go wide and look down at my legs. "Oh my God, I need to take you to the hospital."

I squeeze my eyes, the pain unbearable. My head is spinning, unknowing what the hell is wrong. Harry looks scared and runs, putting a pair of his plain black joggers on my legs. He lifts me up and carries me, rushing down the hall and into the elevator. My head rests on his shoulder and he kisses my forehead.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay."

I nod and groan in pain, Harry's eyes sadly watching me. The elevator door opens and he carries me out, walking to the rental car he has and sets me in the passenger seat, wrapping me in a blanket that was in the back. Once in, he shuts my door and gets in himself, driving to the hospital. My stomach twists, tears falling from my eyes, and Harry grabs my hand tightly, telling me he loves me and that everything's okay.

He parks quickly and walks to me, a disgusting feeling going through me. Harry opens my door and lifts me up into his arms, rushing me into the emergency room. He yells that I need help, my body still curled into the blanket as I lay practically limp in his arms. A hospital bed is wheeled over to us and Harry lays me in it. He grabs one of my hands and kisses my forehead.

"Just relax baby," he whispers. We start to walk and Harry is told he has to leave. I don't want to him to so I grip his hand tighter, both of us not wanting to be parted. A doctor pushes him out and his hand slips from mine, my eyes shutting tightly.

"Okay, Beth, the pain is in your stomach?"

I nod and he unwraps the blanket, his eyebrows crunching and yells a code word to the nurses.