Borrowed

Illness and Inquiries

I awoke to the sound of a faint tapping and squinted my eyes as flashes of coloured light blurred across my hazy vision.

I wriggled trying to turn in my bed but couldn't move an inch despite my best attempts and a cold breeze made the hairs on my arms stand on edge.

"Stay still you'll draw attention to us" a male voice whispered as a hot breath fanned across my face.

I gradually opened my eyes blinking a few times before my vision cleared.

I looked up and saw a pair of jade eyes staring back at me "Harry?" I rasped.

He smiled a soft sweet smile and nodded bouncing me closer to his chest in his arms.

Wait... Harry was holding me?...

I curved my neck and looked around.

Harry had me in his arms and was sprinting along the footpath.

"Harry what the fuck ar-" I was cut off by his hand over my mouth.

"Shh, I'm getting you out." He smiled removing his hand from my mouth and putting it back behind my head.

"Out?" what does he mean out?

"No David" I mumbled as my sleepiness took over

"David!" I yelled and Harry repositioned his hand over my mouth.

"He's just a gecko" were the last words I heard before I drifted back to sleep.

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"Are you kidding?" I woke to the sound of an unfamiliar voice yelling and I kept my eyes closed listening to what the voice was going to say next.

"Take a look if you want, I'm dead serious" Harry, his voice was clear in my mind.

"Why would you bring a god damn whore to our house?" The first voice yelled.

"Don't call her that" Harry retaliated, his voice louder this time as foot steps echoed around me getting louder by the second.

"What did you think I would say Harry, 'Oh of course I'll welcome a filthy prostitute into my home.' Bull shit"

I felt warm breath near my face and reached for the small blade attatched to my bra.

First rule of being a prostitute:

Always carry protection.

I felt something brush my face and I flung my eyes open, pushing my covers off me and jumping up with my blade in hand. Swinging it aimlessly anywhere my arms would move.

"Son of a mother fucker" I heard the voice from earlier screech beside me and I turned to see a tall blonde haired boy standing clutching his hand.

I turned around and saw Harry aproaching me cautiously, his hands up in a sign of peace.

"Court, calm down. It's me, Harry" he soothed and I threw the blade to the ground, mainly out of anger.

"Don't console her, the bitch fucking cut me" the boy yelled and Harry ran over to him.

"How bad does it hurt?" Harry asked calmly.

"A fucking lot" the boy yelled back at him angrily.

"I need to see it" Harry reasoned reaching for the boys uninjured hand and I felt a pang of guilt as he pulled it away revealing a bloody stump in place of his index finger.

The boy screamed like a girl and Harry's face drained of all colour.

"Well don't fucking stand there! CALL AN AMBULANCE" the boy yelled at Harry.

"If I call an ambulance they'll take Courtney" Harry pleaded.

"Are you fucking kidding thi-" he paused mid sentence as a wave of pain visibley racked his body.

And Harry ran his hands through his hair distressed at the sight.

"I'll drive you" Harry reasoned bolting out of the room and returning with a pair of keys in his hand.

"Fucking jesus" the boy screeched still clutching his hand.

Harry looked around the floor searching for something before grabbing a pink object I recognised as the boys finger and putting it hesitantly in his shirt pocket.

He dragged the boy out of the room and yelled for me to stay in his bedroom from over his shoulder before I heard a door slam followed by the screeching of tires on tarseal.