Jamie's POV

It was terrifying seeing Harry like that. The sound of his fist hitting the wall was loud enough for me to hear from my room. When I ran in his fist was all torn up and his face was red with rage. I haven't asked him what happened. Some things are better left unknown, and if he wants to tell me, he can.

"Ow..." he mumbles as I wrap his hand.

"Sorry, I'm not exactly a nurse."

"It's fine. At least you're not the idiot who punched a wall."

I just nod my head and continue my attempt to play doctor. When I finish, his hand looks like he was wrapped by an overly-excited toddler. The bandage is packed thickly around his entire hand.

"It looks like a weird marshmallow," he comments. It kind of does. I basically just took some gauzy stuff and wrapped it around until I ran out.

"Well I can't see blood so we're good."

I slide off of the kitchen stool I was sitting on and go grab a water bottle out of the pantry. When I come back out, Harry is staring at the ceiling with a thoughtful look on his face and I think I see tears in his eyes. But when he notices me he just shakes his head and clears his throat before slapping that smirk back on his face.

"Nurse," he grins, "That's kinda hot."

"Uh-huh."

He pulls me over to him and I rest in between his legs.

"You still sure you don't want to be involved with me?" he whispers in my ear while resting his arms around my waist.

"Positive," I state before pulling away and going around to the other side of the kitchen island to look at the clock, "It's two-thirty already?!"

"I suppose it is," he replies.

"I so do not want to go to school tomorrow," I groan. The thought of walking back into that building after what Alexis did makes me nauseous.

"Then we should skip," Harry concludes before walking over and placing a hand on my forehead, "You feel a bit warm to me. Must be a fever, you could be contagious."

"I wouldn't want to get anyone else sick," I grin, "Going to school would really be irresponsible."

"And I seem to feel a cold coming on," he pauses to cough, "Must be that thing that's going around."

I laugh because there's actually nothing going around. Of course everyone will make assumptions if we don't show up at school, but who cares? I have something I want to do with Harry tomorrow.

"Hold on," I tell him, "I need to text someone."

I run upstairs to grab my phone. I know they won't see my message until tomorrow, but I want to ask before I lose my nerve. Mission complete, I jog back downstairs, where Harry is stroking Mookie.

"Who's this little guy?" he says without looking up.

"He responds to quite a few things: Mookie, Mooks, Sir Mookster, Mookie Monster..." I stop listing all these nicknames because I realize how childish I must sound.

"Mookie. I like it," he looks up at me, "Bed time?"

"Bed time," I respond. I didn't realize how tired I was, but I guess after the day I've had, I just really need sleep.

We go upstairs and turn to go our opposite directions to our rooms. I reach mine and collapse onto my bed. After about fifteen minutes, I hear my door creep open. I pretend to be asleep as Harry leans down and pushes the hair out of my face.

"Forgot to say goodnight," he murmurs and kisses me on the forehead before creeping back out the way he came.

Notes

My friend Ike says hi everyone. He's single and ready to mingle. Looks like a hipster Aladdin and is wonderfully sarcastic. Likes: skateboarding, loud music, glee, guitar, and theatre. Dislikes: Basically everything else. Interested? Message me. Not really. I mean, unless you really want to. He'd kill me if he read this.

--JKM