Harry P.O.V
I sat outside in the waiting room. I could hear Alana screaming and crying from in her room. Nurses were running in and out trying to calm her down, and I couldn’t do anything. I just wanted to run in and hold her. The nurses would look at me, as they went in and out, but they never said anything.
Finally, a nurse came up to me.
“Do you belong to Alana?” she asked.
“I’m her boyfriend.” I answered.
“Will you come in and help her calm down? We don’t know what to do. She is in so much pain, and she refuses to take medication.” The nurse said.
I didn’t even answer, I just stood up and rushed into Alana’s room.
Alana P.O.V
I was lying on the floor screaming in pain. I couldn’t breathe, because my whole body ached. I was writhing in pain, and it felt like I was being grinded up, but was alive and watching and feeling it happen. As I screamed on the floor, I saw Harry walk in.
He couldn’t be here. I didn’t want him to see me hurt like this. I didn’t want him to know what was going on, because I didn’t want him to get hurt from it.
“GET OUT HARRY! PLEASE LEAVE!” I shouted at him.
He looked at me sadly, and I knew I had hurt him, but I couldn’t let him see me like this.
“I don’t want you to have to see this.” I explained.
He didn’t listen, and rushed over to me, and knelt down beside me.
“I’m not leaving you.” he said.
With that, he pulled me into his arms, and held me. I bit onto his shoulder, trying to release some of the pain. He didn’t even flinch; he just let me bite him. I felt bad for doing it, but I didn’t know how to fix what I was feeling.
“Harry, I can’t do this.” I said to him.
He carried me into bed, and held my hand. I continued to scream, and cry. I was in so much pain.
“Harry!” I screamed over and over.
As I was lying down, my back arched in pain, and I was writhing around like crazy. I was squeezing Harry’s hand, and I shut my eyes tightly. Harry tried his best to make me feel better, but nothing could work.
As I screamed in pain, a male nurse came at me with a needle. He was going to jab it into my neck, to get me to fall asleep, and calm down. Harry was too fast for him though.
Harry jumped up, and punched the nurse in the face. He then picked me up, and ran out of the hospital.
“Harry, you can’t do this!” I shouted.
“Watch me.” He answered, carrying me out of the building.
He ran into the parking lot, and placed me gently in the car. I was still in so much pain, but I was really happy to be going home.
“Harry, you can’t take care of me.” I said.
“Yes I can, it will be fine.” Harry said.
I grabbed Harry’s hand, and he drove home quickly. Once we got there, he lifted me out of the car, and got me inside. He laid me down on the bed.
“Do you want like regular clothes, or do you want to wear the hospital robe still?” Harry asked.
“Clothes.” I said softly, a few tears streaming from my eyes.
“Okay.” Harry said rummaging through his drawer.
He pulled out some baggy sweatpants, and grabbed me a tank top from my drawer.
“Come here.” Harry said, as he helped me out of the hospital robe.
He held me up, and slid me into my new clothes. I felt better by being in them, and I just wanted to try and sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, my body would cringe in pain, and I couldn’t breathe. Harry laid next to me, and rubbed my arm.
“You need to sleep. I promise you will feel better.” Harry said.
“How do you know that?” I asked.
“Because I love you.” Harry said.
I smiled, and laid my head on Harry’s shoulder.
“Will you sing me a song?” I asked.
“Of course.” Harry said.
He held me close to him, and began to sing Moments to me. I slowly drifted off to sleep in Harry’s arms. I didn’t sleep very soundly, but whenever I woke up, Harry would kiss my forehead and tell me I was okay and that when I woke up all my pain would be gone.
When I woke up the next morning, Harry was sound asleep next to me. I didn’t want to wake him, because I knew he hadn’t slept much at all last night. My body felt a lot better, but my leg was still killing me. I didn’t take any pain medication, because I hated pills.
Harry started to stir next to me.
“Lana, how do you feel?” He asked sitting up.
“Much better, but my leg is still killing.” I said.
“Okay, I can take today off from going to the studio, if you want me to stay home with you, or you can come to the studio with me.” Harry said.
I sat in silence. I didn’t want to ruin Harry’s day at the studio, but I knew he had to go.
“You can come with me. The boys won’t mind.” He said.
“I know, I just don’t want to be all in pain and ruin the mood.” I said.
“What mood?” Harry joked.
I smiled, and Harry grabbed my hand.
“I’ll go make breakfast, and you go like clean yourself. You look a mess.” Harry said.
“Oh I’m sorry your fans decided to jump me.” I said.
“Okay, okay.” Harry said.
“Babe, in case you forgot, I have a cast up to my thigh, and I can’t stand up.” I said.
“Right. Um, we can be a little late. I’ll help you wash up, and then we’ll eat?” Harry said.
“Okay.” I answered.
Harry got up, and turned on the shower. I planned on only washing my hair for now, since I didn’t want to have to go through the process of putting plastic bags all over myself.
Harry came back, and pulled my legs out of the bed. He then placed my arms on his shoulders, and put his hands on my waist. I grabbed onto him, and stood up slowly. I rested my head on Harry’s shoulder, and he held me by my waist. He half carried me into the bathroom, where he helped me wash up my hair.
When we finished that, he carried me downstairs, and cooked us breakfast. After we ate, Harry helped me get dressed, and then carried me into the car.
On the way to the studio, Harry’s phone rang. It was the hospital.
“Answer it.” I said.
He nodded.
“Hello?” He said.
“They tried to inject her with a needle, I wasn’t going to stand there and watch. I’m not bringing her back there. She is safer and happier at home.” Harry said and hung up.
I looked at him nervously.
“Don’t worry, I handled it.” Harry said.
I nodded in agreement with him, just because I wasn’t in the mood to start a fight. I had a piercing headache, and just wanted to lie down.
We got to the studio, and Harry helped me inside quickly. Liam was the first person we saw. Everyone already knew the story, so there was no need to explain.
“You look really pale.” Liam said.
Harry looked at me, and then handed me over to Liam so he could get me some water. When he came back, he grabbed onto me and led me up to a couch in the studio.
“You can lie here; I’ll be in that room over there if you need me.” Harry said kissing my forehead and walking away.
I laid down, and put my hand over my eyes. These lights were not helping my headache. I felt someone come down and sit next to me, so I opened my eyes. It was Niall.
“How ya feel?” he asked.
“Like a load of crap.” I answered.
Niall smiled. I let out a small groan.
“Why don’t you just take an Advil?” he asked.
“I hate pills.” I answered.
“Oh, well Harry is almost done recording, so you can probably leave soon, and go sleep.” Niall said.
“I can’t believe I manage to ruin everything all the time.” I said.
“You didn’t ruin anything. Crazy people ruin everything.” Niall said.
“I know Harry feels bad about what happened, and I don’t want him to. He blames himself for it, and it’s eating him alive.” I said.
“He just loves you.” Niall said.
“I know, I just hate seeing him worrying about me.” I said.
Niall wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and I felt a little awkward. Nothing was going on with Niall and I, but I just thought if I saw Harry with his arm around another girl I would be jealous. I was being paranoid, or so I thought.
Harry came out of the studio, and looked directly at Niall’s arm around me. I tried to stand up, forgetting about my cast, so I just toppled onto the floor, and landed with a thud.
“Agh.” I said.
“Oh God, Alana!” Harry shouted rushing toward me.
“I’m fine. That hurt, but I am okay.” I said.
“You sure?” Harry asked.
“Positive.” I answered.
“Your turn.” Harry said to Niall.
“Got it. Feel better Lana.” Niall said kissing my cheek, and then going into the studio.
Harry looked at me.
“Did I miss something?” He asked.
“No? What?” I asked.
“Why is Niall all over you?” Harry said.
“Don’t worry babe, nothing is going on.” I said.
Harry didn’t seem convinced.
“We were only talking about how I felt bad that you feel bad for me.” I said.
“Let’s get out of here then.” Harry said.
He grabbed onto me, and I hobbled out of the studio. I could tell Harry was furious, and I didn’t want him to be mad at me. He was silent the whole way home. When we finally got home, he helped me out of the car and brought me straight upstairs to bed.
“Why are you mad at me?” I asked.
“I’m not mad.” Harry answered.
“Okay.” I said in a small voice.
I wasn’t going to pick a fight with him. Niall and I had nothing going on, and Harry had nothing to worry about. Why would Niall try to flirt with me if he knew I was with Harry?