I woke up the next morning, with my head pressed to Harry’s, and a burning sensation in between my legs. I stood up to go wash my face. When I removed the blanket from myself, the bed was covered in blood, and so were my legs and clothes.
“HARRY!” I screamed.
His eyes shot open, and he immediately looked down to where he too was covered in my blood.
“Did you really get your period all over me?” he said sleepily.
“No, I’m not due for it yet.” I stated.
“Well, then that isn’t normal.” Harry said waking up a little more.
“I need to go the doctor.” I said beginning to panic.
“Want me to take a look?” Harry asked.
He didn’t mean it in a creepy way, so I let him. I laid down on the bed, and he slipped my underwear off.
“Babe, you vagina is like ripped.” He said stifling a laugh.
“It isn’t funny.” I groaned.
“I know, I’m sorry.” Harry said.
“Is it still bleeding?” I asked.
“No.” he answered.
“Put my underwear back on.” I demanded.
“Okay.” Harry replied.
He slipped me back into my underwear, and pulled me into his lap.
“You’ll feel better.” Harry said.
“I’m never having sex again.” I stated.
Harry and I looked at each other, and burst out laughing. He pulled me closer to him, and kissed my head.
“I still want to go to the doctor.” I said.
“Alright let’s get ready.” Harry answered sweetly.
Harry went to the dresser, and got me some clothes, that he threw to me. He quickly shuffled into some pants and a t-shirt. I laid on the bed not moving.
“Babe you gotta get dressed.” Harry answered.
I nodded, and slid on the jeans Harry tossed me, wincing is pain.
“No stop.” Harry said.
I looked at him confused.
“I’ll give you a pair of my sweats, so they are big and comfy.” Harry said.
“Okay.” I answered sliding my jeans off.
Harry tossed me a pair of his pants, and I threw on my tank top. Harry lifted me from the bed, and carried me out to the car.
He placed me lightly in the front seat, and drove quickly to the ER. On the way there, I burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Harry asked with a smile.
“You ripped my vagina open!” I squealed through my laughter.
Harry smiled, and began to laugh along with me. We arrived at the hospital, and Harry carried me into the waiting room.
My doctor came out shortly after, and Harry carried me to the examining room. I laid down on the table, and the doctor removed my pants.
“It looks angry.” Harry mumbled.
“It’s your fault.” I argued.
“So tell me what happened?” the doctor said.
“Well, Harry was fingering me, and right before I orgasmed he slammed his penis in me, and thrusted me to death, and now my vagina is ripped open.” I stated matter-of-factly.
Harry bit his hand, trying not to laugh at my bluntness.
“Well, I’m going to put some dissolvable stitches in there that last about three days. The pain will go away soon, but no sex or fingering or whatever for about a week. Now this part is going to make little Harry over here squirm.” The doctor said and paused.
Harry nodded for him to continue.
“You will like it though.” The doctor said to Harry.
His face lit up as he knew it was going to be about us having sex.
“After about a week from today, I am prescribing you to have sex. But, you’ll need to be slow with her Harry, because she is going to be very tight. The pain that will come with this sex will be so indescribable, worse than losing your virginity.” The doctor said.
“See babe, you have to have sex with me.” Harry said smiling.
“If you ever rip my vagina again, I swear I’ll cut your balls off in your sleep.” I grunted at him.
He stuck his tongue out at me.
“You have to remember though, no sex for a week. You may want to use some sort of lubricant when you do become active again, because it will ease a lot of the pain.” The doctor said.
“Alright, thanks doc.” I smiled.
He stitched me up, and I was on my way. With the stitches in, a lot of the pain had left, so I could walk on my own.
“We need to go to the studio for a little.” Harry said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I need to record.” Harry stated in a that-was-obvious kind of tone.
“You better not tell the boys what happened.” I said.
“Come on Alana, of course I am going to tell them what happened.” Harry laughed.
“You better not.” I stated.
“We’ll see.” Harry said.
I rolled my eyes at him. We arrived at the studio shortly after, and Harry ran in right away. He ran straight up to Niall.
“You will never believe what happened!” He shouted.
All the other boys gathered around to hear Harry tell the story of last night, and this morning, and the doctor, and everything in full detail.
All the boys found it hysterical, but for once I didn’t. These sex jokes were getting really out of hand. I felt like Harry was just using me as some sex story to tell his friends later.
My eyes welled up with tears, and I stormed out of the studio, and back into Harry’s car. He ran out after me.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” Harry asked.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know. Take me home now. I don’t care that you have to record, I am sick off this. I want to go home.” I said sternly.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong.” Harry said.
“It isn’t always on your terms Harry. I want to go home. Take me there now.” I demanded.
Harry looked sad, and confused, but he drove me home nonetheless. When we got there, I hobbled inside, and went to lie down on the couch.
“I need to go back to the studio, but we can talk when I get home.” Harry said.
“Whatever.” I said.
“I love you.” Harry called at me.
I didn’t answer. I laid face down on the couch, and screamed into a pillow. I watched T.V. for a few hours, and then Harry came home.
“Lana?” Harry called when he got inside.
I didn’t answer. Harry walked into the room, and sat on the couch next to me.
“Will you talk to me now?” Harry asked.
“You’re a big jerk Harry.” I spat out.
“What did I do now?” He asked.
“I told you not to tell the boys what happened, and you just had to run in and tell them.” I said.
“It isn’t even that big of a deal. They hardly even cared.” Harry said.
“They cared enough to laugh at me.” I argued.
“They were laughing at the situation, not you.” Harry said.
“It doesn’t matter. That isn’t the point. I didn’t want anyone to know, and I told you that, but you went against me anyway, and told the boys.” I said.
“Well, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you would get upset, normally you find the sex jokes funny.” Harry said.
“They were. But now, it’s constant. Don’t get me wrong I love having sex with you, and I don’t care if people know we have sex, but it’s like everyone knows every little detail of something that is really personal to me.” I said.
“I didn’t know.” Harry said.
“Yes you did. I told you not to tell the boys, and you flat out told me you would tell.” I said.
“But why are you so upset if you knew I was telling anyway?” Harry asked.
“Because it’s embarrassing!” I shouted.
Harry looked at me with hurt eyes.
“You’re embarrassed to have sex with me?” Harry asked.
“No! Harry I am embarrassed that my vagina was ripped open! I didn’t want everyone to know that. That’s something personal that should stay between us. We need to put like some limit on what we tell everyone about our relationship, because I just want our intimacy to stay intimate.” I said.
“Fine then, we won’t talk about it with the boys. I don’t care I just…” Harry trailed off.
“You just what?” I asked softly.
“I’m just so happy with you, and I want to share my happiness with everyone, and I didn’t mean to hurt you, or embarrass you, I just wanted to brag to everyone that I had sex with someone as beautiful as you, and it wasn’t you doing it on a dare, and that you actually enjoyed it, and you enjoy being with me, because we are in love.” Harry said with misty eyes.
“No baby, don’t cry.” I said crawling over to Harry.
Harry wrapped his arms around me.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.” I said rocking us back and forth.
Harry giggled.
“I’m sorry for freaking out baby. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or gotten mad. I’m so sorry! I love you. I love you. I love you!” I said kissing him on the cheek, and lips.
“I love you too baby girl.” Harry said.
“Kiss me Styles. Kiss me.” I demanded.
Harry smiled, and pulled my face into his. He placed his warm soft lips on mine. I smiled into kiss, and tangled my fingers into his soft curls. Harry cupped my hand lightly in his hands. His hands were soft, and made me shiver under his touch.
He rubbed his thumb lightly on my cheeks, and his tongue licked my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I didn’t open my mouth, so Harry cupped my boob in his hand, causing me to moan, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth. His tongue flicked on mine, and I let him dominate me. Harry pushed forward, so he was lying on top of me. I placed my hands on his chest and rubbed his abs through his shirt.
“We can’t do this.” I whispered to Harry.
“Why?” He mumbled into my neck, as he kissed it leaving a trail of love bites.
“Because if I start I won’t be able to stop, and I have like stitches in a secret spot.” I said.
Harry smiled at me. He kissed my cheek, and pulled me into his lap.
“Then we wait.” Harry said kissing my temple.
I smiled.
“Thank you.” I said kissing his dimple.
“For what?” he asked.
“For not being a jerk, and forcing me to do anything.” I said.
“I would never.” Harry smiled.
I smiled sweetly, and grabbed his face to look at me. I kissed his lips lightly.
“I love you Harry.” I said.
“I love you too angel.” Harry whispered.
He rested his face into my shoulder, and fell asleep on me. I stroked his hair gently as he slept. I kissed his head a few times before nuzzling into him, and turning on the T.V.
His body turned to dead weight as he fell asleep, and he looked like the most precious thing in the world.
“Harry.” I whispered.
“Mmmm…” he groaned.
“Go up to bed if you’re tired.” I whispered.
“I want to be here with you though.” He said.
“Baby, I’ll come with you.” I said.
He smiled, and grabbed my hand. I helped his tired self, stand up, and we walked slowly upstairs. He kept himself wrapped around me, and I laid down gently next to him.
“Goodnight Lala.” Harry whispered.
“Night cutie.” I replied.
Harry kissed me one last time, and then he fell into a sound sleep.