I Understand. An AU/punk story.

"You're interrupting something." Harry snaps, grabbing my hand tightly in his while pinching the bridge oh his nose, snapping his eyes shut tightly.

"Be quiet." I growl at him. Turning to face the doctor who strides in, nothing but a pleasant air around him, seemingly unaware of the dark aurora Harry has brought in to the atmosphere. He shoots me a death glare but I ignore him, smoothing my hair as the doctor comes to the bedside. Harry gets up and paces the foot of the bed, glaring at the man who takes place.

"How are you feeling? You had quite the go, I'm afraid.." He says kindly. His eyes were nearly clear, they were so blue. His black hair was thick and his jaw was covered in black stubble. He was very handsome.

I shrug and swallow back the anger and the pain that has grown a little stronger with the screaming match I just had.

"I just am going to need to check your bandages and run some tests. Can you sit on the edge of the bed?"

Harry's POV

Could she sit and move? She has been asleep for two fucking days does it look like she is ready for that? I fucking hated this guy. He rubbed me the wrong way. Was he even a doctor?

He was always around. It was like this fucker had no other patients. He was always prodding her in her sleep, always fucking smiling like life was so fucking great.

I didn't fucking get it.

And now she was drooling over him.

She still wasn't mine yet and I was not about to take chances.

"No. She just fucking woke up, come back!" I wave him off and her bruised mouth drops.

"Harry. Be quiet." She hisses. Flinching from the pain that must be surfacing. Tell my to be quiet? Fuck this.

"I really do need to check things out." He tells her, ignoring me. Wrong move.

"Hey. Buddy. I said get out!" I yell, taking a step closer. Crossing my arms over my chest. He doesn't acknowledge me and instead keeps his attention on her.

"Harry!" She yells. Her voice is raw and I feel like shit or making her mad right now. But she was mine. And they both needed to figure that out. Like now.

I ignore her and make my way behind him, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Pal!" I yell a little louder. Before I can punch him in the face the door opens and in strolls Zayn.

"Oh my god, L, you're awake!"

"Get out Harry!" She hisses, ignoring Zayn out of anger. His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes travel to mine. "Get him out, Zayn. Please." She huffs and winces and she scoots to the end of the bed as instructed. God damn it. No one fucking listened.

I roll my eyes and shoot them both one last glare before storming out. Zayn clicks the door shut behind him when he follows me.

"Doctor still on your nerves?" He laughs. They all found it so amusing.

"Oh shut up!"

Lilian's POV

"I am so sorry about him." I apologize to Dr. Malachi. Balling my hands in fists, the pain was sharp and dug in to my side. My face was beginning to really hurt now. I was terrified to look in a mirror. the bruises were surely hideous.

He prods my bruises, draws blood, and changes the small patch of cloth on the three spots on ym face where I got stitches.

"The worst part was the rib cage. You have severe bruising there and life will be difficult until that heals. " He gives me a perfect white smile and writes some things down on to a clipboard before helping me lay back down. "And now the serious stuff.." He sighs and rubs his forehead, for the first time since meeting him becoming slightly disheveled. "I know you were sexually assaulted int he attack."

My stomach drops as the memories flood back. I bite my lip and wish he was gone and replaced with Harry to hold me.

I felt disgusting.

I felt used and violated.

I just wanted to sleep and cry and scream.

I was afraid.

I was incredibly afraid.

In this room I felt naked even though I was in a hospital gown. I had the strongest urge to crawl up in to a ball and cry.

"I encourage you strongly to make an appointment with the hospitals therapist." He says softly, putting a large hand on top of mine. "I'm sorry this happened to you." With that he tells me to sleep and turns form the room, closing the door behind him.

-

The girls come by and visit. We all cry and I tell them the earlier events then they cry more and paint my nails and tell me my face won't be horribly scared even though I know it will be.

I'm exhausted at this point. I really am. My body hurts, my pain medication is flooding my system. I asked the girls to leave and tell the boys to let me sleep for the night. They told me Harry was spending the night here in the waiting room with Liam. One in the main waiting room and one positioned outside of my door.

On watch for my attacker, just in case he came back to finish the job.

I knew once this medication wore off I would forever be filled with anxiety until this creep was caught. But for right now the drugs made me more tired and sad then anything.

Once everyone was gone I lay back in my bed, looking out the closed and locked window. I was on the second floor but there was a roof about three feet from my window.

I thought about the stars and my dad as I fell asleep.

-

Cold.

I'm cold.

Freezing actually.

Waking up I feel groggy. It's still dark outside and the thin white curtain was blowing fiercely from the draft coming in through the window. Shaking slightly I wince as the pain creeps all the way up from my feet, being careful not to look in the mirror at my reflection as I cross the room.

A sharp pain in my wrist pulls me back.

"Shit." I whimper, looking down at the IV in my wrist attached to the stand a few feet away. The tubing reaching its length as I walked form it. What did a girl have to do to get some sleep around here?!

Hobbling back to it I give it a yank in an attempt to move it, figuring it must be the one you see in movies that has the bottom that balances.

I was wrong.

It falls down with a loud clammar and knocks down a chair in the process.

"Shit!" I groan. The door to my room flies open in twenty seconds and in flies Harry.

"Lilian?" He yelps, quickly coming to my side. His hair is a mess and I can barely make out the bags under his eyes in the dark room. "What the hell are you doing?" He snaps, leaning down to pick up the IV bag stand and the chair, fixing my mess for me.

Harry's POV

"I was cold." She wines. She stands on the opposite side of the bed, her IV stand on the ground, her hair a mess and her figure slumped. Taking not of the window, I make my way to her, accessing for damage.


"I'm sorry. Are you okay? Do you want me to get a doctor?" I cup her chin, forcing our eyes to meet. She shake her head no. Her face is sleepy and I can tell the medications are making her a little loopy.

I don't think she will make it all the way back to the bed before being medically induced back to sleep. She needed to rest more. She had been through so much.

It made me sick to think about. It really did. There was no point in doing so because I would just rip something in half if I did.


I lay her back down and put my palms on the mattress, leaning down over her head.

"Will you close my window?" I chuckle and cross the room, closing and locking it.

"Why did you open it, Silly girl."

"I didn't." Her yawn is soft.

What the fuck.

"Neither did I. It was closed when you fell asleep."

I whip around and find her giving me the same horrific expression i'm giving her."

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