Hockey and Curls Dont Mix

Busted Lips and A Sick Mikey

I'm sorry the last chapter was late, I went to see my uncle *one that likes me* and that's why it was late :(.

Question Of The Day: What's your favorite story rn? And what kind of story is it?

Mine is Clockwork Angel

Enjoy the chapter!

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"Can we get some ice?!" Hunter yelled as he skated over to me, I held my lip that was bleeding.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" I spat towards Zayn, he split my lip with the toe of his skate.

"That's why you need to make sure you've got your balance you klutz!" He spat back, I pulled my hand away from my mouth, it was still bleeding heavily.

"Hunter can you help me up?" I asked shakily, he nodded and picked me up from behind, I looked to Harry, his eyes flashed with anger and I knew he wanted to hit Zayn. I sent him a look trying to tell him I was fine.

He only sent me a slight nod before going off he ice and walking off somewhere. I skated towards the exit so I could get a paper towel. I kicked off my skates and jogged to the locker room to see Harry walking out of the guys room with a wet paper towel. "Here Mac." He gently laid it against my lip, I flinched.

"It hurts.." I mumbled, he only nodded slightly and continued to hold it against my lip.

First I'm taking care of Mikey and now I'm taking care of you... I've got my hands full with the two of you." He chuckled, I frowned and pulled away from him.

"What's wrong with Mikey?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. He chuckled and kissed my forehead between my eyebrows, making them relax.

"He's got the sniffles and a fever. He'll be alright but he was asking about you." He smiled, I only nodded and took the paper towel to press against my lip again.

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"Your lip is really swollen.." Harry told me as we pulled up to his house, I rolled my eyes. "As I've seen for myself Harold thank you." I said sarcastically.

Harry laughed and got out of the car, I went to open the door but he did it for me. "Well, you're such a gentleman." I smiled, he blushed but pulled me to his side.

"Stop.." He kissed my cheek and wrapped an arm around my waist and led me to his house.

We walked into his house to hear a screaming child and a distressed Anne.

"Mikey, honey please. Daddy is busy I need you to take this medicine." Anne pleaded with the child.

"No! Want Dada!" He screamed, Harry left my side in search of his mom and son; I followed closely behind him, Harry walked through the kitchen, there sat his red faced son and stressed mother.

"Michael William Styles!" Harry scolded, the little boy hiccuped and looked at his father. "D-daddy?" He sniffled, he ran to Harry and latched himself to his leg. "Why weren't you listening to your grandmother?" Harry asked, trying to keep his tough exterior.

"Icky juice!" Mikey wailed, Harry sighed before running a hand through his hair. "Michael... You need to take it if you want to get better." The little boy shook his head. "Don't wanna!" He wailed again, Harry was racking his brain.

"If you don't take it... Mac can't come over anymore." Harry said sternly, it looked as if you had taken his favorite toy away.

"Want Mac..." Mikey whimpered. "Then take your medicine." Harry told him, he nodded and walked to his grandma to take the pink medicine.

I walked up to Harry and laced my fingers with his. "So... If he didn't take that, you weren't gonna let me come over?" I smirked, Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's a mere threat to get him to take his medicine." Harry lifted our hands and kissed my knuckles, I blushed.

"Oh my god! MacKayla! What happened to your lip?" Anne exclaimed, I looked down trying to hide my lip.

"One of the boys from the team busted her lip with his skate.. On purpose." His grip tightened on my hand.

"How dreadful! You shouldn't really play that sport." Anne said as she pulled some ice from her freezer.

Harry spared me a glance and tried to hold in a laugh.

"I've been playing since I was old enough to walk, I can't quit playing now." I mumbled around the ice packet.

"It isn't very ladylike." She replied, Harry looked nervous because he knows how I get from the little time we've been together.

"Well, if I were ladylike, I wouldn't be playing." I spoke, Harry picked up Mikey and grabbed my hand.

"Mom we're going upstairs." Harry drug me upstairs, I haven't been in his room yet like he's been in mine.

I'd expected it to look like a teenaged boys' room but got the opposite. His room contained a toddlers bed and toys along with a full sized bed with plain blue sheets, and a large comforter and a little baby blue blanket pushed back where I'm guessing Mikey had crawled in bed with his father.

Harry laid Mikey in his bed then grabbed the blue blanket and laid it over his little body. The next thing warmed my heart to the point of bursting.

Harry leaned down and pressed a kiss to the sleeping toddlers forehead, before ruffling his hair.

I'm in deep... This boy has got me gone..

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