I checked and double checked but I couldn't find the bullet. I pulled up his jeans more, uncovering the other half of his wound. It looked like a knife had slashed him, but in a way that only took off a few layers of skin. Soon, it started to bleed, but not enough for a bullet to be inside his leg.
"I need someone's shirt." I barked to the boys. They all stared at me for a second, but then Zayn was the first to respond. As I took his shirt from him and wrapped it around Harry's leg to prevent bleeding, everyone else goes, "Ohh." Late reaction much?
Harry's yells had died down and now he just grimaced and moaned. "Harry there's no bullet in you, why are you hurt?" I knew he didn't know though.
Suddenly, Liam sprints across the room and picks up something small. He brings it back and shows me the evidence. "Here it is, I've got it!" It was the shiny chalk-sized bullet that was fired from the gun. Harry stared at it, in complete confusion. Then, I suddenly put it all together.
"Harry, the bullet must've just skimmed your leg, but not enough to actually go in. That's why it burns!" I said this in a relieved tone but Harry didn't seem much calmer. Then I remembered, the call for emergency had been disconnected because Louis shattered his phone. "Louis, go ring the police again." Louis heads to the phone and Liam went upstairs.
When Liam returned he had a first aid kit. I unwrapped the T-shirt and blood dripped out of the wound. I knew I had to pour the rubbing alcohol on it because it was quite deep, but that meant it would sting like hell. Harry seemed quite relaxed now but I was about to break his peace. "Harry, I need to clean it out okay?" He nodded like it meant nothing. Then, I looked at the rest of the boys and we must've spoke mentally because they held his leg. I started by just dapping it onto a paper towel and dapping that into the wound, but that just slowed the process down. I needed to just do it quick and fast, so I took the bottle and poured it out into the wound. Harry's eyes widened and then screamed into his cuffed hands, so he didn't blast out our ears.
"I'm sorry, love. I swear I'm done." I told him. "Was that really necessary?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. "Of course, Dr. Sara knows best!" I made him laugh, which made me smile back.
I finished up by wrapping it in gauze and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Look at that, now I'm the one taking care of you." I smirked when I said this. But it was true, this brought back flashes of when Harry fixed up my forehead, and we were only just meeting.
I stood up and Zayn and Liam grabbed his hand to help him up. "Thanks man." Harry said. Then, without warning, police rushed in. They immediately rushed the unconscious gunman out of the house and proceeded to ask us a few questions. Once they left, it was silent again.
We all made our way to the couches again, but Harry was last. I saw him limp over, "Harry, how much does it hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?" "No, it's not like I broke it or anything. I should be fine, just a bit soar. He sat down next to me. Then Niall broke the awkwardness and turned on the T.V. We watched the Ellen show on recordings until it was late. Can't go wrong with Ellen, right?
All the boys had gone upstairs to get some sleep and it was just Sara and I now. I turned the T.V. off and that got Sara to look over at me. "You know it's a miracle that were both alive right now?" I whispered. "We are miracles." She added. Then, she laid her head on my chest and placed her arm around me. I took ahold the blanket beside us and draped it over. Next, I tilted my head into a comfortable position and wrapped my arms around her, too. We were fast asleep and I knew I would never want to leave her. Her eyes closed before mine so I saw her peaceful face, knowing she must be having a good dream. Then, my eyes closed, too, and I drifted off into a world of peace.
I woke up with my head nuzzled between Harry's chest and arm. His head was leaned up against the top of mine and I just laid there for a second, taking in the serenity. Then, I shifted slowly and I unfortunately blew my cover. He moaned awake, "Good morning... Haz." I said shyly. He looked at me and said, "Good mornin' Saz." "Haha, so I can't call you Haz?" "You can call me anything you want, love."
A few minutes minutes after we just laid there, I broke the silence, "I should probably get home, don't want my mum getting worried again." "Why can't we just lay here forever." He replied, his eyes shut. "You know I want that." Then, I slid out of out of his warmth and put my shoes and jacket on. When I went back to Harry he was standing. "Let me walk you out." He said. He draped his arm over my shoulder and when we got to the door, I stopped. "So, can I have your number now?" I asked. "We'll find each other again." Wow Harry, taking my jokes... "Oh yes, I forgot." I giggled. Then, I leaned into him and felt his soft lips. A few seconds later I asked, "How's your leg?" "Well I had forgotten about it, until now." Looking into each others eyes, I whispered, "I'll help you forget again." And I leaned back into his arms. Feeling his warmth made me feel safe, like nothing could ever hurt me. His gentle lips were so hard to back away from, but I forced myself to, knowing I would owe my mum yet another explanation.
"Goodbye, Harry." He released his gentle grip on me and we were once again, apart. Relying on fate was scary, but I knew it was enough, we were inseperable.
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