If You're Lucky.
It doesn't even hurt.
After many failed attempts I finally was able to push my way through the crowd about five feet before bumping into a very large object. Maybe it was someone. Yep. It was defiantly human. Unless inanimate objects were now able to reach out and grab your waist to steady you. Wouldn't that be creepy if it could actually happen. I mean, you could just be walking down the street and woop, a telephone pole just reaches out and gives you a big squeeze before letting you carry on with your walk.
That would be kind of nice though, if you think about it. I mean, what if you we're have a bad day and all you needed was a nice hug from your fellow telephone pole to cheer you up. Then you wouldn't have to worry about asking another actual human being, because I mean they could turn you down making you feel worse than you already did. Am I seriously thinking about reviving hugs from telephone poles? I must've hit my head pretty damn hard.
"Oh my god. Mase are you okay?" That familiar, low raspy voice brought me right out of my little imagination and crazy thoughts. I looked up to see Harry staring intently at me, concerned filled eyes.
"Oh yeah. I was just saying hi to the sidewalk ya know, the usual." I retorted in attempt to keep him from staring at my most likely bruised face and bloody body. My words did cause a small laugh but hadn't diverted his attention like I had hoped.
"Oh shit. You're bleeding. Oh my god. This all my fault. I should've held on tighter." He let out exasperated.
"Harry. I tripped on the sidewalk. Now unless you pushed me without my knowledge, I highly doubt this could be anywhere near your fault."
A small smile emitted from his lips, causing me to smile back. He was just too darn cute.
"Let's go get you cleaned up."
I nodded as he wrapped his arm securely around my waist. I'm assuming so he wouldn't lose me this time. He held me much closer as we neared his car, helping me in before shitting the door gently behind me. Now that I'm thinking about it. I'm pretty embarrassed that I fell on the sidewalk, in front of hundreds of people; not that they seemed to care. Resulting in cutting up half my body, only to have Harry see me all bloody and bruised. Not the ideal thought of how a first date should go; but then again I guess you can't suspect everything to go smoothly when your date is Harry Styles.
I winced instantly as I stepped out or the car. My sudden movement bringing back the ache that had subsided while I was still. My limbs almost felt stiff from sitting still for the time it took to drive back to Harry's. Well I'm assuming it's Harry's seeing as I'm pretty sure he wouldn't just bring me to some random house.
"Here let me help you." He offered walking closer.
"S'okay." I lied.
"You look like a dog with three legs that's just been beaten."
"Wow. You're so nice." I huffed a bit offended.
"I didn't mean your appearance dork. I meant the way you're walking." He explained.
"Oh."
Before I could react, two strong arms where placed beneath the back of my knees and mid section; sweeping me from the driveway. I jumped at the unexpected movement causing a sharp pain to shoot throughout my entire leg.
"Easy there" Harry chirped tightening his hold on me slightly.
"You know I can walk."
"Barely."
I huffed in the annoyance of being treated like a child. Although his actions were sweet, and I have to say he smelled phenomenal.
"Thank you."
"Huh?" I questioned looking up, getting completely distracted by the sharp jaw line that was covered with a small stubble. How could someone's jaw be so defined and flawless? My eyes slowly raced themselves over his perfectly plump, pink lips just as he swiped his tongue across his bottom one, leaving a small shine behind. Lastly my gaze landed on those intense
Kelly green eyes starting back at me.
"You said I smelled phenomenal." He quipped.
"I what?"
"You looked like your were thinking about something the. All of sudden you said I smelled phenomenal." He grinned widely, showing off his dimples.
I swallowed hard while my face flamed a deep shade of red. Thankfully we were now inside so that I could be placed back on to the ground. The instant my feet hit the floor, I concentrated on wooden floor beneath my shoes.
"You smell good too."
"What?"
"you smell good too." He muttered, sliding his forefinger under my chin lifting it up. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as he started into my eyes intently. Long, skinny fingers raised to my mouth gently tugging my bottom lip loose.
"Don't do that." He mumbled, looking away from me for a moment or two. "Go sit on the couch while I try and find the first aid kit. I nodded, following his instructions. I glanced around taking in the various picture frames and decor that were placed around almost perfectly.
"Found it."
I gave a small smile back as he took a seat on the coffee table in front of me; placing the first aid kit to my right. I watched his face as he rustled through the box finding the items he would need.
"You could always take a picture." He smirked making me instantly look away blushing profusely. He chuckled at my expense before lining everything up. "Okay, this probably going to sting a bit." He spoke as he began pouring rubbing alcohol on to a cotton ball. I watched closely as he carefully began his way towards the cut on my thigh, adjusting himself to get a better look.
I sucked in a sharp breath the second the alcohol made contact with my skin.
"I'm sorry! You can squeeze my leg if you need." I slid my hand onto his thigh without a second thought as he placed the cotton back to the cut making me squeeze tighter than intentional.
"Sorry." I gushed releasing my tight grasp.
"It's fine." He smiled sweetly glancing at me.
"Mase."
"Yeah?" I questioned, finally opening my eyes for the first time in the last ten minutes.
"This is pretty deep. I think you might need some stitches."
"What?" I asked much louder than I meant.
"It's pretty deep." He motioned to my thigh.
I looked down, examining the cut. He was right. It was much deeper than I had anticipated. Although I knew it needed stitches, there was no way in hell I was getting them. "Um, no. I think.. Yeah, I think it's fine. It should be okay. Just needs a band-aid." I rushed out hoping he'd accept my answer.
"It won't be fine. Can you not see how deep that cut is Mase?"
I could clearly see how bad the cut actually was but it's not like I was about to admit that to him, or anyone for that matter. "Na, it's fine. I mean..it doesn't even hurt." I lied. Though I could see that he wasn't buying one word I said.
"Come on. I'll take you."
"No!" I shouted unintentionally. "I mean, you don't have to do that. We barely know each other and ya know, I don't want you to be hassled with my silly cut. Which I assure you, is in no need of stitches."
A small smirk started forming on Harry's lips, his eyes mocking me. "Is someone afraid if needles?"
"What? Me? Afraid of needles? Ha! No. You make me laugh. If anything the needles are afraid of me." I sputtered out rather unintelligently. Harry's eyes met mine once again, though this time they held an amused presence to them.
"It's okay. I'll be right by your side" he smiled taking ahold of my hip, tugging me forward.
"Harry really. I'm fine." I attempted to convince him.
"Well we'll just see what the doctors say. You never know, I could be completely wrong and you could be perfectly fine with a little gauze and tape."
I couldn't stop my hands from shaking as we sat in the waiting area of the emergency room. We had been here for quite some time now and I was get more anxious by the second.
"Hey." Harry whispered reaching for my hand, interlacing our fingers into one another. "You'll be fine. I'm going to be right here the whole time. Okay?"
I nodded feeling a bit less nervous. I don't how he did it, but it worked. I have to say, Harry is the sweetest boy I've met in my entire life. We weren't even together and he was still here for me as if we were. It was oddly comforting.
"Masyn Scott?"
My head snapped in the direction I heard my voice. My eyes landing on a middle aged nurse.
"Mase come on." Harry urged tugging on my arm gently. I hadn't even noticed him stand. I stood slowly as to know cause anymore pain to my leg than necessary. "Corn on. You'll be okay. I'm gonna be right here." Harry assured me, pulling me closer to his side, so that his arm was now wrapped behind me; large hand gripping my hip. I walked as slowly as possibly trying to avoid the inevitable.
"So it says here you fell and cut your leg?" The nurse inquires checking over her clip board as Harry lifts me onto the bed so that I don't risk hurting myself further.
"Mm. Yeah."
"Okay. We'll let me just get your blood pressure and everything then Dr. White should be in soon."
I nodded as she went through normal procedure.
"Okay. Everything looks good. I'll tell him you're ready." She smiled before exiting the room.
"Mase. Stop moving, you're going to fall off the bed." Harry laughed, getting up to stand beside me.
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize. You don't have anything to be sorry for."
"Sor.."
"Eh." Harry interrupted,
"Oh yeah."
Not too long after a knock at the door made my heart rate quicken.
"Hello...Masyn. I'm Dr. White." An older man with pure white hair smiled.
"Hi." I mumbled back so quietly I'm not sure he even heard.
"So, it says here that you fell."
"Yes."
"And where did you fall?"
"I tripped over a raised part of sidewalk." Now thinking about it. Having to explain this again, is a lot more embarrassing than I thought.
"Okay." He mumbled whilst flipping through the few pages attached to the clipboard in his hand. I could feel my palms start to perspire. Up until a few years ago, I was perfectly fine with being at hospitals. But some all too recent events brought back horrific memories, making this all the more difficult. "And you are...the boyfriend?" He asked glancing back up to Harry. I was just about to reply but Harry beat me to it.
"Yes. My names Harry." He smiled.
"Okay, we'll let me take a look at your leg and I can tell you if you're going to need any stitches or not."
I nodded to nervous to speak as he neared. I looked away as he examined my leg for a good five minutes.
"Well, I hate to tell you, but the cuts too deep for me to not give you stitches."
"Really?" I squeaked. "Can't you just like, put a band-aid on it or something and call it a day?" I questioned hopefully.
"I'm afraid not." He chuckled. "I just need to go an get the supplies. I'll be right back. I promise it's not as bad as you're thinking." He smiled before exiting. I started to breath heavier. I couldn't help it. Stitches. I need stitches. Now to most it wouldn't seem like such a big deal but when you're absolutely horrified of a needle even being in the same facility of you, I would say it would be time to start panicking. Great. Now I'm hyperventilating. Ah shit.
"Hey, hey." Harry hushed, stepping carefully between my thighs. "Calm down. Everything's going to okay."
"No Harry. It's not. There going to stick a needle in and out of my skin, sewing it shut. While I watch." I breathed out heavily.
"Masyn." he murmured placing his enormous hands on either side of my face. "I'm right here. Just don't think about it."
