Salute » Harry Styles

Chapter 22

∞ Chapter 22 ∞

I clutch the hem of Harry's shirt in pain, my leg feeling as if it is burning and someone is stabbing it.

I let out a small whimper and Harry looks down at me as Zayn rings the doorbell.

"Just a bit longer, baby girl," Harry says softly, kissing my forehead. I nod, the words stuck at my throat as I cannot bear the pain.

Louis -I might as well say their real names- opens the door, looking appalled by the scene before him. He glances at my wound and opens the door wide, knowing I am injured and in need of aid.

"Set her down onto the couch," Louis tells Harry as he walks into the room, Perrie and Zayn behind us.

Jesy, Leigh-Anne, Eleanor and Liam look at me with wide eyes, Jesy glaring at Harry as I am in his arms.

Harry sets me down onto the couch, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut as a pillow is beneath my body for comfort.

"The nurse should be here in five minutes," Liam says, wincing at the sight of my wound.

"What happened?" Eleanor asks, her face pale. She was never one to see open wounds.

"My fucking father that's who," Harry grumbles, sitting down beside me.

"Perrie and I went to see a movie. Then when we were about to leave, some bastards jumped us, tying me up. Then Des popped up and almost shot me. But then Jade and Harry showed up. Long story short, Des got shot in the hand and one of his men shot Jade in her leg," Zayn rambles, the girls and Liam nodding.

"Does it hurt?" Leigh-Anne asks while cringing.

"No, it feels fan-fucking-tastic," I say sarcastically. The girls chuckle.

"Even in cases like these you're still the same," Jesy says and I shrug.

Zayn glances at Perrie, knowing her discomfort. He nods at Louis, Harry and Liam. "We'll... leave you girls to talk amongst yourselves."

They leave, leaving the room with a thick silence. Harry stays back, kissing my forehead before exiting the room.

"So... the weather," Eleanor says awkwardly and we laugh.

"Fuck the weather, let's talk about you and Curly," Jesy says in anger. "What the fuck, Jade?! I thought you were the one especially out of all of us that despises that Bitch!"

I frown. "He's not like that..."

"What do you mean 'he's not like that?'" Leigh-Anne presses.

I sigh, spending the next couple minutes explaining all that Harry had told me.

"So... he did none of this?" Eleanor asks and I nod.

"And... he has has feelings for you?" Jesy asks with a smirk.

I blush furiously, almost forgetting about my injury.

"Jade, your leg..." Perrie mumbles. I divert my attention to my wound, the area red and blood seeping through. The wound is swelling, the pain still not subsidizing.

The lads walk into the room, a woman with brunette hair and all white clothing alongside them.

"Jade, this is Nurse Katy. She will fix your... injury," Louis says, cringing at the sight of my wound.

Nurse Katy kneels down, setting a silver suitcase to the floor. She pulls out a needle with a pink fluid inside of it.

Harry looks alarmed. "What the hell is that for?"