I'm Broken {Harry Styles}

Chapter 27

| Lacey's POV |

"Did you have a nice time?" I shyly asked Harry.

He looked up at me, a grim expression on his face. "Yeah," he said. "Except I lost ten pounds to that little dick."

I laughed. "It's just ten pounds. It's not like it matters."

"Yeah whatever. He's just annoying," he muttered.

"Or you're just a sore loser," I giggled. He glared at me and I just laughed harder. Liam walked in, carrying his gigantic medical kit.

"Let's get started," Liam said, setting the kit on the counter and grabbing all of the necessary supplies.

"Where should I sit?" I asked.

"The couch is fine, I suppose," Liam replied while grabbing the materials to bring over. I laid down on the couch, not quite sure what to do. "Do you want to take your shirt off? Or just push it up?" Liam asked, not quite sure of himself.

"She'll just push it up," Harry firmly replied. I looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise. Why would he say that?

Liam looked to me for approval. "Um, yeah that's fine," I meekly said, pushing my shirt up so it was just below my bra. Liam got a bottle, of what I'm assuming is hydrogen peroxide, and squeezed some out onto a small cloth.

"This is going to sting a bit," Liam said.

"I've been through it all before, nothing new," I replied. I just want to get this over with so I can sleep.

He muttered a small "well then" and pressed it gently over the cuts. I flinched when the cloth first came in contact with my skin. I felt Harry grab my hand and I looked up at him. He was staring at me, his face expressionless. We were all quiet while Liam began removing the stitches. It hurt quite a bit, but it wasn't anything that I was going to voice out. Whenever he was pulling the string out of my skin, I'd always squeeze Harry's hand just a little bit tighter. I don't know why he was holding my hand, but it felt nice knowing someone was there for you. I'm not used to the feeling.

Liam took out the final stitch and then cleaned the cuts once more. "Lacey, I'd say you're good to go. How's your head feeling?" Liam asked.

"It's mostly fine, I still get a small headache every once and a while," I smiled at him.

"Well that's good. Remember, four days without symptoms and then you can watch tv and do things like that. But not until four days with no headaches," he overly explained.

"Yes Liam, I think we got it the first five hundred times you said it," Harry grumbled. I glared at him but he just looked away. Liam laughed off Harry's obnoxiously moody comment.

"He's still mad Louis and I beat him," Liam chuckled before saying goodbye and heading on his way.

"Do you want some pain killers?" Harry asked.

"No, I'm fine," I lied. I've been through worse without pain killers and I sure as hell don't need them now.

"Then do you want to lay down upstairs? You know, in a bed?" He smirked. God that smirk. It will be the end of me. His dimple appearing on just one cheek instead of both. His pearly, white teeth peeking through his full lips. His lips are the darkest shade of red, looking so soft and kissable. "Lacey?" I snapped my eyes away from his lips and to his eyes. His smirk grew and I felt my face heating up. I can't believe he just saw me staring at his lips.

"What? Oh, yeah that's fine," I tried playing it off, I don't think it worked very well.

I shifted my weight and as I began to sit up, a sharp pain pulsed through my body and I winced. Harry rushed to my side, helping me back down.