I Understand. An AU/punk story.

As soon as the cab arrives, I jump and direct them to the address of the closest hospital, the one I just figured they would be at.

Once I arrive I toss a few bills at the driver ad rush form the car. My heart and insides feel like they're scorching.

It was undoubtedly him yelling in the background. What could he possibly have gotten himself in to?

Once in the waiting room I see a few officers talking to a doctor in blue scrubs.

Shit.

A flash of pink charges at me.

"Thank god you're here. Come on, lets go." Perri exclaims, grabbing my wrist I'm yanked off my feet down a hall.

"What the fuck is going on?" I ask her once we reach and enter the elevator. She presses the top floor and takes a deep breath.

"Harry is a fucking idiot! That's what happened!" She yells, hiding her face in her hands. Her hair is a mess and her make up is smeared lightly under her eyes. Well I knew that... but how much trouble could he have gotten in to by this afternoon when he left and right now? It was about eight thirty in the afternoon.

"Please, care to elaborate?" I snap, taking her hands from her eyes.

"After Niall dropped you off, he wen't to Harry's. While you were in the shower, Harry called us and he was beyond drunk, he kept screaming, asking if you were home. He was insane. It was awful. When Niall got to his place Harry asked where you wen't ... and .. and."

Oh no.

"I went to Louis's." I whisper. "And he told him that." Perri nods somberly before continuing.

"He grabbed his coat and left, Niall followed him and called Zayn. He went to Jake's."

My knees feel like they're about to buckle. I could faint in this tiny box; I feel claustrophobic. I tear at my hair and look to the buttons, I needed to get to him.

Once the door clings I'm full out running towards Harry's voice.

"It wasn't a fair fight, six to one." She mumbles as I enter the room.

Zayn is standing over the hospital bed as well as a police officer. Three tiny nurses are trying to pin down an intoxicated Harry while a doctor tries to sedate him.

He trashes and yells like a lunatic on the hospital bed. His face bruised and bloodies, he clutches his side and I don't miss the trickles of blood from under his hand.

Tears instantly prick my eyes.

This was all my fault.

His head snaps up when his eyes meet mine my stomach whirls and the all to familiar burn scorches my insides.

"OH LOOK THE WOMAN OF THE HOUR!" He yells at me, a dry and humorless laugh erupts from is laugh.

"No! No more people, only family can stay!" The doctor yells, his face flustered and angry.

"I'm his wife." I snap back. His body suddenly stops it's trashing. His eyes unreadable as he watches me. "I will talk to him, please." I plead with the doctor, his syringe of sedates dripping in his hands.

He cocks his head and Zayn, the officer and nurses leave quickly, all throwing dirty glances at the trouble maker who watches no one but me. I suddenly feel guilty with all of the trouble he has obviously been giving them. The doctor walks by me and leans over slightly,

"He needs to be sedated, the shock and trauma of the attack has him belligerent. He is just too strong to get down. Please calm him. His body is losing blood and he will soon go on to shock if we can't get him under the knife." He whispers quickly before stepping back.

Calming down Harry?

That wasn't easy for anyone.

I quickly go to his ed and take his spare hand in mine, his skin is cold and clammy, a thin sheet of sweat on his forehead.

"Where's your boyfriend?" He spits at me. But his hand tightens around mine instinctively.

"Harry, you need to relax. Look at the big mess your making." I coo to him, smiling at him, and batting my eyelashes. His demeanor smooths drastically.

"I told them to let me leave but, NO!" He yells the last part over my shoulder. I smooth his hair and lean closer to him.

"Harry please do this for me? Let them calm you down, OK?" I ask him quietly. His eyes flash back to anger and he glares at me.

"I don't owe you a damn thing." He growls, his body starts squirming harshly again, he winces and clutches his side tightly.

"What about Lauren? And Zayn? Please, Harry." I whisper to him, running my hands through his hair like I know he likes. He frowns and leans in to my hand. He lets the pain he's actually in cross his face. I wan't someone to punch me in the face. I feel so overwhelmed and guilty. My poor Harry.

"I'm sorry." He whispers. I smile and squeeze his hand. Looking over my shoulder I nod to the doctor who hurries in with the nurses. He wastes no time in shoving the needle in his arm. He winces and shoots daggers at the doctor when he's done.

"I'll be here when you wake up." I tell him, pecking his bloody knuckles as his eye lids start to droop. He cups my chin loosely as the medication courses through him, pulling under to his sedated state. A few moments later his hand falls back to his side and his body goes limp.

"OK, move back, miss. He needs to go to surgery." One of the nurses, pushes me aside lightly as a few doctors wheel another bed in. He's lifted with ease by a few men on the gurney and rushed from the room.

The gang rush back in the now nearly empty room and come to my side.

"What was he fucking thinking?" I whine, covering my eyes with my palms.

"I have no fucking idea!" Zayn spits, his body seething with anger. "We are in so much shit." He yells. His muscles in his tall frame are practically shaking under his black shirt.

"W - what do you mean?" I whimper. Lauren lets out a little sniffle and drops her head in to Liam's side who wraps an arm around her. No one answers. "You guys, what is going on." I yell. They jump slightly from my harsh tone.

"Lily, he started a war." Niall says softly, his eyes gently but his body tense.

"With Jake?" I hiccup. His name alone sends chills down my spine.

"There were already aggression with a few drug trades going around. Which was what all of the meetings were for.." He begins."Jake called him and told him to meet him alone. So they could hash out their own agreement. It was a set up. They jumped him." He growls, his pure allegiance to his leader and his friend evident.

I remember all the meetings with Louis and Harry's gang in the past weeks. What I didn't know is why. And now I do. More drug escapades?

"Go on." I encourage him

"There have been territory feuds, someone gave Harry a tip off about your name being mentioned by Jake's gang a few days ago. Apparently he was thinking if he went to talk to him he could offer him something else, territory, money, to get your name out of their agendas."

"My name?" Hysterics creep in to me. No one says anything.

Jake was after me again. And Harry knew it. They all knew it.

The air seems to have been sucked out of the room.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" I shriek at my friends.

"Harry told us not to." Zayn interrupts. I shake my head. I can't believe this. I have been in danger for god knows how long and I'm just not being told.

"He could have attacked me again!" I continue to shriek, I pull at my hair, the bumps on my skin rising. This could not be happening. Not now.

"Not with Louis always with you. He would wait for you to be alone which you never were, and Harry will make sure you never will be." Lauren cuts in, a sad smile on her tear stained face.

"Don't try to make this OK, because it's not!" I yell at her, storming past all of them I make my way to the elevator. I didn't want to be by any of them. As the door is about to close someone inked hands stops it. I look up to find sorry, caramel, eyes, belonging to Zayn.

"Can't let you out of my sight." He sigh sadly and comes in with me. I roll my eyes and we reach the waiting room outside of the operation room which the nurse at the front counter directs us to.

I sit on the hard couch and Zayn sits in the chair across from me.

Time to wait.

-

I stay int he room for an hour or so until Zayn's phone rings.

"Yeah?" ...... "OK"... "Bye" He clicks it shut and stands. "He's back in his room." He says sheepishly, beckoning me to follow. I get up and rush back to the elevator, the butterflies in my stomach feel more like small puppies running around.

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