Me and My Broken Heart (Book 1) 🗸

Harry?

(Niall POV)

        After what felt like years, school finally let out. I ran so fast out of class that I nearly forgot my bag. I burst through the school doors and head for my car. I pulled out my key and was 2 seconds from unlocking my door, when something, rather someone, stopped me. Through the side mirror on my car, I saw Nick. And trust me, you have no idea what's was going through my mind. I was so mad, I couldn't control my actions. I spun around and matched right up to the bastard. His friends saw me coming and had him turn around. But before he could react, I punched him square in the nose. I was sure I heard a crack as he scream in pain. "You deserve a hell of a lot more than that Grimshaw. So shut the fuck up!! First thing tomorrow, I'm going too coach and getting you off the team. AND, you'll be lucky if I don't call police on your ass for hurting Harry that bad." I screamed. His friends stood there, frozen with shock, while he was covering his nose and trying to stop the bleeding. I stormed away and back to my car. After unlocking, I jumped in and sped to Harry's house. I felt like I couldn't get there fast enough. Like, when I got there, I wouldn't be able to help him. When I got there, I jumped out of the car, not bothering with engine and rushed to the front door. After trying to open it a few times, I realized he locked it. God damn Harry!

        I searched around for the spear key they kept and found it in a bush. A bush, really? I unlocked the door and raced inside running to the living room. "Harry!" I called out, but didn't get an answer. "Harry! Where are you? HARRY!" I ran through the kitchen, he wasn't there. I ran towards the stair and froze. Harry. He was laying on the floor in front of the stairs. (pretend he is bloody and bruised in front of the stairs in the pic) It looked like he was starting to have a black eye, he had a split lip, dried blood from his nose. A few bruised on his cheek and some marks on his neck. And this is what I could see with out taking his shirt off. Witch I'm not going to do right now. I knelt down next to Harry and carefully ran my fingers through his curls. He looks so broken and pale. Like the slightest thing could break him for good. I gently picked up one of his hands and held it mine. His skin felt like he was getting cold and his breathing looked weak.  Like it wasn't there. I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket and dialed 999. (is that what it is in England?) 

"Hello. How may I help you?" a women voice come through. 

"Yes. Hello. I need to the police and an ambulance. It's my friend. He's been beaten pretty bad and took a bad fall. His skin is starting to feel cold and his breathing is weak. Please, come quick." I begged, on the verge of tears. 

"OK, just relax make sure he keeps breathing, and someone will be there shortly." I just hung up, didn't bother to sat bye. I moved so that I was sitting behind Harry and cradled his head in my lap. 

"Your going to OK Harry. I'll make sure the cops get Nick. Your going to be OK." I whispered, running my fingers through his curls again. After 5 minutes, I heard sirens outside and people came crashing through the door. Before I could react, people were taking Harry out of my arms and putting him on a stretcher. I got up and tried to run after them, but a cop got in my way.

"Hold up son. We need to ask you a few questions. Then we'll bring you to the hospital." Not wanting to fight with a cop, I just nodded and watched them take Harry.

(Louis POV)

        I'm sitting in the van on the way to our signing for today, still not talking to Liam and Zayn. Eleanor and I's date got cut short when she had to leave for school business and on the way back to the hotel, I went on twitter. Of course I went to Harry's page to see what he was up to and nearly screamed. What I saw made me want to cry more than when I first found out about the kid. I quickly turned my phone off, not wanting to see Harry like that, and started freaking out. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Is he OK? Was it as bad as it looked, or worse. When the van pulled up, I had sprinted to Liam's room, and banged on the door. Zayn was the one that had opened it. "Louis? What are you doing here? You don't look so good, are you OK?" I shook my head and walked in.

"El' had to leave early but that's not why I'm freaking out." I had said. "It's Harry. I went to-" But the look on the boys face cut me short. "What?" I asked.

"We know what happened to Harry Lou," Liam said shyly. "We didn't want to bother you because you and El' hadn't seen each other in awhile." I glared at him. Both of them.

"LIAM! Did you not take a good look at him. God damn, he could be really hurt. And now we can't do at thing about it because we have to do a signing soon." I stormed out of the room, down the lobby, and into my room. I pulled my phone out and got a hold of some of my conections to see if they could find Harry's number. And luckily, I had it within 10 minutes. I pulled his number up and sent him a text. 'Hey Harry. It's Lou. Are you OK?' I just hope he doesn't get to freaked out by that. Hopefully he text back. I needed to know if he was OK.

        But that was 4 hours ago. I have no idea if he's OK and now I have to sit at a table and sign a bunch of things for about 3 or more hours and not use my phone. So I can't text them again. We hop out of the van to a bunch a screaming fan and flashing camera's. WOW.  Its just a signing not a concert. But whatever. Maybe this will take me mind from Harry. If not, I think I'll have a panic attack. We entered the room and took our seats at the table with Zayn in the middle. Fans started pouring into the room and lining up when Zayn leaned over. "Don't. I'm not going to listen to you." I said with out looking at him.

"You might want to." I turned my hea and gave him a confused look. "Liam went on that Niall kids page on twitter, and, it's Harry. He's in the hospital. We're going to ask Simon if we can go back to Holmes Chapel and see him after this." I just stared at him. I didn't know what  else to do. Harry's in the ER. I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. But I don't know why I'm freaking out so much. He's Just a fan.




Right?



I hope you all like it. This is chapter 8 and I realised not much LARRY stuff has happened. But I promise. I'm getting there. Really.

Pages: 4
Words: 1,302