Kiwi | Harry Styles

Twenty-Four

Harry

The ride back to the hotel seemed to take forever. I don't know why but I suddenly felt like she wouldn't be safe until I got her there. When we eventually pulled up to the back of the hotel, I was annoyed that Matt was waiting on us with a First Aid bag.

"Who told?" I growled.

"Sorry dude, I thought she might really need help. I panicked." Louis refused to look at me. We all got out the van, and I helped Jessi out before we headed towards the lift. Matt suddenly moved to block our path.

"WELL?" Matt yelled. Louis tried to pass him but Matt grabbed him and pulled him back. "I suppose you two can go." He pointed to Tom and Doug and they quickly left. "And who the fuck are you?" His attention turned to Lucy.

"Uhm... nobody." She squeaked and scarpered off too.

"Where do I start?" Matt's voice was still booming. I could feel Jessi's fingers digging into my skin, she was holding me so tight. "First, sneaking out? Really guys? I thought we covered this months ago. Second, where's all her safety equipment? And third, what the fuck have you done to her? Give her to me."

"No." I pulled her behind me.

"We weren't alone, the McFly guys were there, they've been going there all week. Jess knows how to skateboard, scrapes happen all the time, we had helmets so back the fuck off!" Louis yelled back.

"Clearly, you did a great job keeping her safe, Louis!" Matt yelled.

"Can you stop talking about me like I'm not here? I slipped and fell. It isn't anyone's fault. I'm not dead. All I want is to go up to the room so will you please get out of my way?" Jess snapped at Matt.

"I'm gonna take you to the First Aid Room, make sure you're okay!" Matt replied, his eyes softened as he looked from her bloody knee to her face. I pulled her further behind me, I hated how he looked at her.

"Give me the bag, I'll take care of her." I held out my hand for the first aid bag.

"Are you a qualified First Aider? No. I am so let me check her over." Matt growled back.

"I am actually. I've got this." I grinned, pulling the bag from his hand and walking to the lift, Louis followed us and I breathed a sigh of relief when Matt didn't move.

"Do you really know First Aid?" Jessi smiled up at me.

"Yeah. We learned it at school. It was actually the last exam I sat before I ended up on the X Factor." I replied.

"See you guys later!" Louis yelled, running from the lift when we got to his floor.

"Is he okay? He's not feeling guilty that I got hurt, is he? I'm just clumsy that's all." She squeezed my hand.

"No. Louis is actually afraid of blood. I'm surprised he hasn't fainted." I said, glancing down at her leg, my t-shirt now soaked through.

"Hmm... interesting." By the way she said it, I knew I'd just given her new ammunition in their little prank war. I pulled her into our room, smiling at the mischievous grin on her face.

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Jessi

I stepped into the bath, between Harry's legs. The warm water felt good. Harry had stopped my knee bleeding, and he'd carefully picked all the gravel from my arm.

"You just gonna stand there? Not that I mind the view!" Harry playfully bit my bottom, making me blush as I realised I'd been standing there with my arse in his face.

"Sorry." I mumbled, lowering myself down. I sat between his legs, my back leaning against his body.

"You okay?" He said, pushing me forward a little and massaging my shoulders. Physically, I was fine but emotionally, I was still feeling terrible for my shitty response earlier. He deserved so much more than I love you but every time I tried to go over what I wanted to say in my head it sounded terrible. "Baby, you okay?" He repeated. I shook my head. "Are you feeling woozy? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Panic taking over his voice.