Struggle | H.S | AU |

Twenty Two|

"Anyone care to tell me who that guy was, as he was the one who attacked me in the first place?" Everyone was looking at me in shock and if I wasn't angry and scared I would have giggled at their faces but something had happened because Harry was on the floor and he was not standing up.

"What's wrong with Harry?" I asked, as Harry was looking really bad. "He got shot." I broke out in laughter and if they thought I lost my mind they would be thinking right. I just couldn't contain myself and I put my hand on my knees and was laughing so hard that I had trouble breathing.

"Anna stop laughing." Which made me laugh even harder. It got to a point that the tears were running over my cheek but when I realised that no one was laughing with me, that I looked around to see why everyone was so quiet.

That's when I finally had a better look at Harry and he actually didn't look that good. I stopped laughing immediately and rushed to see if I could do something even though I thought that this was Karma and that he deserved it. I mean I don't want him to die but this is probably his own damn fault. "Where was he shot?" I asked worried and Liam answer me right away.

"In his stomach and shoulder." He told me and that actually made me even more worried, why didn't they call a ambulance?

"Why haven't you guys called an ambulance?" I asked them astounded "We can't, there are some uhm.. Legal issues." Liam said nervous and I couldn't help but shake my head at this.

"Of course, so who is going to help him than?" I asked them but I only got blank stares back because they hadn't really thought that through.

"Normally his mom would do that but she is away." Niall mumbled and I rolled my eyes at this, of course she was. "So what are you saying is that you guys are going to let him bleed out till his mom get's back, well good luck." I turned around and walked to the door not bothering to look back. "Anna, please?" I heard Harry whisper from the couch, he was almost unconscious but something in his voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Please help me?" he begged me and his voice sounded so weak that I just couldn't ignore him. I huffed but walked back to where he was lying, what did he think I could do? I'm no fucking doctor! The lads were looking at me with a worried expression. "Alright, Liam get me a few towels!" I ordered. "Niall, get me a pan full of boiled water! and Louis, get me the Emergency kit!" I know they didn't want to obey me but they really didn't have a choice in the matter.

"Zayn, get him on the table!" They all went in different directions and I threw everything that was on the table on the ground and put a pillow on the surface. Zayn lifted Harry carefully and put him on the table. "I need as much light that you can get me Zayn!" The lads came back with everything I asked for and I pulled out a tweezers and burned the tips to disinfect it, then I put it in the boiled water to cool it down. I pulled on some gloves and asked Liam to remove Harry's shirt.

I was for a few seconds distracted because of all the tattoos on his body. I had a weakness for guys with tattoos and to think he had all those tattoos didn't help my 'I hate his guts' case.

"Alright Harry this is going to hurt." I didn't gave him time to prepare and put the tweezers in the wound. He almost jumped from the table because of the pain and I couldn't help but smile.

"Niall, Liam please hold him back, I don't want to hurt him even more." They obeyed immediately and I continued my work. I had to go really deep, which was truly disgusting but when I finally reached the bullet I was ecstatic and I smiled again, which Harry saw this time.

"You are enjoying this way too much." He noticed and that made me even smile more. "Well if you hadn't been such a dick to me from the beginning, I maybe would be pitying you now instead of enjoying myself whilst removing the bullets from your body!"