I Don't Care If It Hurts (l.s)

prologue

A/N: Hey Lovelies! It's Kara (: This is my first story on here so I'm still trying to figure out how it all works. I'm not sure when my next upload will be but I hope you enjoy this first chapter and please let me know what you think! Also the song is Creep by Radiohead. It's kind of the theme of the whole story. xx

Prologue

"Harry, they need you down in the health office."

Harry's head pops up from where it was buried in his Spanish textbooks. Fucking Spanish. I will never go to a Spanish speaking country, he thinks, so why the hell is Spanish a requirement? He'd much rather take something fun- like French. French is good. 

He sighs, glancing down at his textbook. He removes his pencil from the place in his mouth where he was chewing on the tip of the eraser. Harry nods at his teacher before turning and taking three long strides before he's out the door and in the hallway. Thank god his desk is closest to the door.

Mrs. Schultz was a sweet woman. Really she was. It's just that the way she teaches Spanish is horrendous. Harry thinks she should go back to uni and learn the proper way to teach.

As Harry's abnormally long legs reach their destination, he's about to enter the room when a boy opens the door and runs - right into Harry. 

The boy smacks into Harry's chest knocking him on his behind. He smirks slightly seeing as he barely managed to move Harry out of his place.

The boy sniffles, getting on his knees to gather the papers that scattered around the floor.  "You alright?" Harry finds himself saying before bending down to help him gather his things. 

The boy won't answer Harry's question nor meet his eyes so Harry takes that as an opportunity to see what he looks like without seeming creepy. 

The boy had sandy brown hair, styled into a half hearted quiff, and his stature seemed petite almost. Harry felt as of he could wrap his entire body around this boy and he'd disappear. Harry takes time to look at his face while his hands continue to grab papers and folders. Harry has half a mind to think that this kid has way to many papers but he can't really be bothered because woah, his cheek bones are so sharp it's as if he could cut glass with them.

The boy stands up, so Harry does too. The boy begins to put all his papers in his bag, so Harry gives him all the papers he was holding. The boy nods at him, still not meeting his eyes, so Harry nods too, then looks down at his shoes feeling like he should do something else, maybe introduce himself or something, but he has feeling that even if Harry told him his name the boy would just continue to look everywhere else but his eyes, so he doesn't.

Cheekbones, Harry thinks that's a good nickname for now, turns around without a word and begins to walk off, but Harry quickly stops him as soon as he notices the ice pack that was only a foot away from where he had been standing.

"Is this yours?" He asks after picking it up.

Cheekbones nods tersely mumbling a quick thanks turning on his heel once again. But that's alright because the boy actually spoke and Harry thinks he might pass out because wow that voice was... Perfect. 

Harry watches him in a bit of a daze and no, his eyes did not travel down to his bum and linger there longer than necessary.

Harry waits until the boy is completely out of his line of vision. He's about to turn so Harry starts walking towards the door, oh that's right! He remembers. I was called down here. He thinks that he probably would have remembered if the boy hadn't bumped into him to begin with. 

Harry spares one last glance at him, and he's glad he did because he notices that cheekbones throws the ice pack Harry gave him in the trash. Harry furrows his eyebrows, thoroughly confused, but quickly shakes his head and enters the office.

The room was big - big enough to have three cots and room dividers, plus two large desks and a table with five chairs. Besides that there's another smaller  room that leads to a small office. 

Without a word, one of the three nurses directed Harry into the small office. She had curly white hair-curlier than Harry's actually, pink rimmed glasses, bright red lips, and a pink bow in her curly- curlier than Harry's- hair. Harry thinks maybe she resembles a poodle on crack. 

He wasn't sure what to do so he stood there, patting his thigh and hummed to himself as the nurse pulled up it medical files on her computer.

"If you could just step out there and sit on the stool for a moment," The nurse pointed a long claw-like finger towards a black bar stool just outside the door.

Harry quickly stepped out if the smaller office, almost wishing he was back in Spanish... Almost.

The nurse grabbed the phone sat beside her computer, struggling to type in a phone number because of her talon like fingernails painted blood red. 

Harry waited and watched the nurse mess up over and over before finally getting the number correct. The phone was switched to speaker as it rang while the nurse carefully unwrapped a piece of winter mint gum, shoving it into her mouth. Harry knows its winter mint because winter mint is his favorite.

"Hello?" Harry looked up when he heard the voice on the phone. Was that? No, it's too girly.

"Mrs. Tomlinson? Hi, it's Margret from the health office." The nurse answered, obnoxiously chewing her gum into the receiver. Harry thinks that if that was him he'd be very annoyed with her. 

"I'm just calling to inform you that Louis now has burns on his arm."

"Oh he has burns now?" 

Harry's eyebrows furrowed at this. Why did the women sound so exasperated? Why was the nurse calling to tell the woman this when the boy - Louis, or whatever- could just tell her when he gets home? 

"Yeah," the nurse replies in a false sad voice. " I gave him some ice and sent him back to class. I'm just informing you because they're on his under upper arm - kind of by his armpit."

If it was possible Harry's eyebrows furrowed even further. Ice pack? 

"Alright, well I'll check them when he gets home. Thanks." Harry continues to listen, wishing they'd elaborate a little. He's really confused as he ponders the situation. /Why/ would she call about that? Unless... 

"No problem. I hope this is one of the last times we talk." 

"Me too, Margret. Have a nice day."

The nurse - Margret - puts the phone back on the jack and looks up to Harry through her pink rimmed classes. "Alright Harry. Have you ever had the chicken pox?"

"....No."

"Did you get a vaccination when you were younger?"

"Um... one."

"Alright well it's required by law that you have two. So I'll give you this to give to your mom and send you on your way."

Harry nodded and took the form. After a couple more minutes of standing around while the nurse checks his files he finally gets to leave, still thinking about the phone conversation and the boy with perfect cheekbones.