Beautiful Nightmares

Bella Tomlinson, sister of Louis Tomlinson, gets pregnant with Liam Payne's baby. No worries, right? Wrong. The next nine months is complete and utter chaos, even more so when a once loved work colleague changes his mind about Bella for the worse. Will Bella and Liam's love last long enough to see their baby together, or will Rick make sure that death does them part?

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13. Harry

~~“Harry?”
Louis poked his body.
“I killed him!”
He wailed.
“He’s not dead Louis.”
Niall said in a hushed tone, with his ear pressed to Harry’s chest.
“He’s still breathing.”
“Thank God.”
Louis cried hugging his friends limp body.
“What do we do?”
Ri asked in a shaky voice.
“We need ice.”
Liam said in a hushed tone, pointing to the grotesque lump starting to form on Harry’s forehead.
“I’ll get it.”
Zayn rushed into the living room.
“He’s moving!”
Ri squealed from where she was, grouped together in a huddle with Perrie and Eleanor.
“Harry? Can you hear me?”
Niall slapped Harry’s cheeks lightly, exhaling when Harry mumbled
“I’m ok.”
He opened his eyes and tried to get up.
“My head…”
He groaned.
“Take it easy, mate.”
Louis made him lie down again.
“Zayn’s getting you some ice.”
“What happened?”
Harry asked, as Zayn handed him the ice.
Louis shifted uncomfortably.
“Louis threw a torch at your head.”
Niall blurted out.
Louis grinned nervously. Harry glared at Louis.
“What’d you do that for?”
Louis just looked down at the floor.
“Sorry?”
“You should be.”
Harry groaned again.
“Louis quit moving!”
He said.
“I’m sitting perfectly still, Haz.”
Louis said slowly, giving his friend a concerned look.
“No, you’re wobbling.”
Harry blinked rapidly.
Louis exchanged worried looks with Liam.
“It may be a concussion.”
He murmured.
“Here, Harry let me get you some more ice.”
I offered, taking the melting bag away from him. I turned to get a fresh one.
“Holy fucking shit!”
Perrie screamed pointing at his head.
There was blood. A lot of blood. Sticking in his hair, and now that the pressure of the ice-pack had gone, it had started gushing down his cheeks.
“Oh my god.”
Eleanor fell to the floor in a dead faint.
“Somebody get her some water.”
I whipped off my t-shirt and pressed it to Harry’s head to stop more blood coming out, hearing Eleanor yell as Louis took great pleasure in pouring water all over her.
“Liam, get a towel. Niall, call the ambulance. Louis, call the police to get these paparazzi out of the way. Zayn, call Paul, or Simon or somebody that can help us.”
I gave out orders, acting quickly.
“I feel a bit light headed.”
Harry murmured.
“I can imagine.”
I said.
“Liam! Where’s that towel I asked for?”
“Coming.”
He handed it to me. I removed my shirt from Harry’s head quickly, replacing it with the towel.
“Take over here, will you?”
Liam nodded. I put my blood-covered t-shirt back on, and ran to look after Perrie and Ri.
“Are you ok?”
I asked. Both of them silently nodded, looking visibly shaken.
“Perrie, hide. Once we open the doors for the paramedics, the paparazzi will try and come in to find Harry. It’ll make their day if they get you instead. Ri, keep her company.”
Both nodded and ran in the direction of the basement. I went over to Niall, who had just hung up the phone.
“Ambulance should be here in five minutes.”
He said.
Zayn came over to us.
“Paul and Simon are coming soon.”
We went back over to see Harry. Eleanor and Louis were over by him, Eleanor hanging onto his hand like it was a life-line, her still wet hair dripping over Harry’s shirt.
“How’s he doing?”
I asked, taking the now blood soaked towel from Liam.
“I have no idea. You’re good with the first aid shit. I think he might have stopped bleeding though.”
I gingerly removed the towel from his head.
“Oh god.”
I murmured.
“You’ve really done it this time, haven’t you Harry?”
There was this giant, bloody mass the size of an egg sitting on Harry’s forehead.
“I’m going to be sick.”
Eleanor retched. Louis looked slightly green in the semi-darkness.
“Get me a torch.”
I said, not letting my attention shift from Harry. Louis looked disgusted.
“I’m not touching that.”
He said angrily
“Look what it did to Harry!”
“I know what it did to Harry! For god’s sake, Liam you get it.”
Liam shone the torch on the lump. I nearly felt like puking as well. Harry’s face was a ghostly white, which made the bulge on his head look even worse.
“Turn it off!”
I said, hand covering my mouth.
We were plunged into darkness once more.
“Louis, if you don’t want to get the torch-“
“You mean the Harry killer.”
He said sulkily
“He’s not dead! If you’re not going to get the ‘Harry Killer’, then make yourself useful and get a fresh towel.”
Louis happily obliged. I threw the bloody towel carelessly onto the floor as Louis handed me the new one.
Harry moaned softly as I made this transition.
“It’s ok mate.”
Liam crouched down beside him.
There was a knock on the door. Niall and Zayn both ran into the window.
“It’s Paul.”
Niall said, as Zayn threw open the door.
“Simon’s at the hospital with Anne and Gemma. Where’s Harry?”
“Well hello to you too.”
Came Niall’s voice.
“He’s on the couch.”
I heard Zayn say, ignoring Niall’s comment.
Paul came thundering into the living room.
“Somebody turn on the lights.”
He said.
“Power went out about half an hour ago.”
Zayn answered, leaning against the doorframe.
“We’ve got a torch.”
Niall offered.
“Watch out,”
Louis said, darkly.
“That’s the thing that hurt Harry.”
Paul stared at the object in his hand for a second, before turning it on.
The beam danced around the room, until it fell it on me.
“What the hell happened to you!?”
He said, gesturing to my blood-stained t-shirt.
“It’s Harry’s.”
I said, not looking up. 
“He’s bleeding?”
“No Paul, that’s just some other red fluid that came from his body.”
Louis said sarcastically.
“Shut it Louis. Let me see the injury.”
Paul ordered.
“I don’t think you want to.”
“Let me see it.”
He said firmly.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
 I closed my eyes as I removed the towel. Paul let the light from the torch land on the lump.
“Holy shit!”
He yelled, fumbling with the switch on the torch.
“Where’s the ambulance when you need it?”
“It’s coming soon. But Bella’s doing a good job right now.”
Liam said, giving my free hand a squeeze.
“She can’t keep it up for much longer. Look at her, she’s exhausted.”
Louis said.
“She’s exhausted because she’s carrying a baby. She’ll be fine.”
Liam insisted.
“No, Louis is right. Bella needs a rest.”
Niall said.
“She can just-“
‘Stop talking about me as if I’m not here!’
I exploded.
“I don’t need to rest, Louis. I’ll look after Harry until the ambulance gets here.”
I snapped, switching Harry’s towel onto the clean side, the one that wasn’t covered in blood.
There was another pound on the door.
“That better be the police.”
Zayn and Niall got up once more.
They came back, looking defeated.
“Just a fan.”
“What did she want?”
Asked Liam.
“What makes you assume it was a woman?”
Said Louis.
Liam rolled his eyes.
“What did ‘it’ want then?”
“It was a girl, Louis.”
Niall said, shooting a meaningful glare at him.
“And she wanted to see Harry. Said she was a friend.”
Said Niall.
“What did she look like?”
“I don’t know.”
Niall said, sounding irritated.
 “It’s dark outside. But I think she had red hair.”
Liam and I exchanged glances.
“Lola.”
Liam got up.
Lola came rushing in.
“Where’s Harry?”
She said immediately.
She froze in the middle of the room when she saw his limp figure on the couch.
“Oh my god…”
She murmured.
“What happened to him?”
“Dumbass over here threw a torch at his head.”
Zayn said, jerking his head in Louis’s direction.
“Bella’s told me about you. You’re more of an idiot than she let on.”
Lola sniffed, crouching down at Harry’s side.
“Hey Curly.”
She said softly, taking his hand.
Harry gave a weak smile in return, grasping her hand back.
“Now I know why you stopped responding to my texts.”
“I was a bit held up, love.”
Harry joked.
They just looked at each other for a while. Until Harry let out a cry of pain.
“Has anybody called the ambulance yet?”
Lola asked in a slightly hysterical tone, now addressing the entire company.
Niall raised his hand.
“They should have been here by now.”
He said anxiously.
 “I feel cold.”
Harry murmured, shivering.
I studied his pale face.
“The ambulance better come soon.”
I said, placing a new towel on his head.
“There’s only so much I can do.”
“What do you mean?”
Said Lola, the worry evident on her face.
“I mean it doesn’t look like the blood flow is stopping.”
I showed her the towel that I had replaced a few moments ago.
Its surface was sticky with blood.
Lola’s face drained of color.
Almost as if on cue, sirens sounded in the distance.
Once again, Niall and Zayn raced to the door, throwing it open for the paramedics.
They thundered in, shoving me aside. They lifted Harry into the stretcher.
“Harry-“
Lola started, as his hand was ripped out of her grasp.
“We need to get him to the hospital now.”
The paramedics said.
“Two of you may accompany him in the ambulance.”
“I’m coming!”
El returned from the bathroom, wiping her mouth on the back of her sleeve.
Louis and her both ran out to Harry before Lola could follow.
She awkwardly in the middle of the room, biting her lower lip.
“Sorry Lola.”
I said.
“You can always go meet him at the hospital.”
Lola’s face brightened.
“I’ll go do that.”
She ran out the door.
We were all thrown into an eerie silence.
“Go find Perrie and Ri.”
I ordered to the two boys in front of me.
Zayn and Niall immediately obeyed.
I felt Liams arms around my waist.
“Are you ok?”
He murmured into my ear.
“I’m fine.”
No I wasn’t. I felt exhausted. All I wanted to do was fall asleep.
“I need to change my shirt.”
I said, attempting to break away.
“You look fine.”
I gave him a look.
“I’m covered in blood.”
Liam reluctantly let go.
“You have five minutes until you need to be back here with me.”
He said, trying to look serious and failing.
“Whatever.”
I broke away, changing into black yoga capris and a red Nike hoodie and returned to Liam.
I found him lying on the floor next to Niall, Ri, Zayn and Perrie.
“Hey.”
I said, as I lay down next to him. He didn’t move.
“Liam?”
I poked him hard on the arm.
“He’s dead.”
Zayn said solemnly
“I need CPR.”
Liam mumbled, trying to talk without moving his mouth.
“Oh for god’s sake.”
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t in the mood for silly games, not after that episode of playing doctor with Harry. But I pressed my lips to his, going along with it. He immediately sat up, pulling me onto his lap.
“It worked!”
He said, breaking away with a smirk on his face.
“Shut up.”
I lay down beside him once again.
“I love you.”
I heard him say.
“I love you to.”
I groped for his hand in the darkness. He clasped mine in his, and pulled me into his body. The whalebone pendant rested on my collarbone, cool despite my burning skin. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes. He curled his arms around me, safe at last.

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