Ally's POV
"And this is the basement." Jennette rolled her eyes.
"Nice." I said, admiring the carpeted floors and light blue walls.
"I'm gonna go check out the upstairs. You gonna be okay?" Harry asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"Cool." He said. He turned and ran up the stairs and closed the door.
"Looks like it's just you and me now, princess." Jennette growled.
"Dude, really? Come on, I'm not afraid of you." I said.
"You sure? 'Cause uh I think you should be." She said.
Before I could react she placed her hands near my breasts and pushed me down the basement stairs.
"Still not scared of me?" She asked.
"No, not, not particularly." I said from the bottom of the stairs.
"Maybe physically, I can't make you hurt easily, but I'm gonna make sure your heart is ripped out so you never wanna see that sex god upstairs again. Ta-ta!" She grinned and got off the landing of the stairs and left closing the door and locking it with a key.
"No, no, no. This can't be happening." I whispered to myself.
"Harry! Harry!" I screamed.
About twenty minutes later there was a banging at the door.
"Ally! Al! Cat are you down there!?" Harry's voice rang in my ears as he pounded on the door.
"Yeah Harry help me! The door is locked! That bitch has the key." I yelled back.
"She left!" He yelled.
He banged and pounded on the door until finally, he kicked the basement door down.
"Ally!" He ran down the stairs to me.
"What happened?" He asked worriedly.
"After you went upstairs that slut bag pushed me down the stairs. I don't know if I can walk Harry." I said.
"I'll carry you." He said. He picked me up and carried me out of the house.
''Oh and I told her we'd take the house. The upstairs is incredible!" He mentioned.
"Alright. I just need a doctor Harold." I said in pain.
"I know. What's hurting?" He asked lovingly, still cradling me in his arms tightly.
"My ankle. Harry what if its broken? Oh no, I can't have a broken ankle, I have to go to the BRIT AWARDS with you and the boys." I remembered. Okay, now I'm panicking.
"It'll be fine. We'll work something out." He said calmly.
We arrived at the black Range Rover and Harry walked over to the passenger's side and had me open the door. He then placed me in the seat carefully. Then he ran to the other side and climbed in, making sure to fasten his seat belt.
"Now lets go get you X-rayed, babe." He said pulling out.
After a few minutes we pulled up to St. Mary's hospital. Harry and I got out of the Range Rover and he ran over to my side. He wrapped an arm around my waist and I wrapped one around his neck. He helped me limp up to the revolving doors.
"Let's get you into a wheelchair so you don't have to walk anymore." Harry suggested once we got inside the hospital lobby.
"Alright." I said as Harry helped me sit in a wheelchair.
Harry helped get me situated then pushed my wheelchair up to the front check-in desk with him.
"Hi, can we get an appointment with an X-ray technician?" He asked.
"Yeah, I just talked to one. He's free all day so I'll just let him know you're on your way up. He's on the seventh floor, north wing, exam room 605 so you can just take the elevator over there up. Oh and take these papers to give to the doctor." The front desk lady smiled and handed me the papers. She was young, probably my age with brunette hair in loose curls that came down to about her mid breast and blue-green eyes.
"Alright, thank you!" Harry said hurrying to the eleavator, pushing me and my wheelchair in front of him.
He pushed the button and we waited for the eleavator. When it came Harry pushed my wheelchair in and then he stepped in after me. We were the only people in there and it was a rather slow eleavator. Harry knelt down next to me.
"Hey love. How you feeling? Need a kiss? Okay, maybe it's me who needs a kiss..." Harry said.
"Fine. Bring it in." I said opening my arms.
He leaned in and kissed my neck finding my sweet spot and making me let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
"Harry, we're in public. Please don't start." I begged.
"Fine, voice of reason." He agreed. He kissed my lips and went back to his standing position.
The eleavator was actually really scary. It was all glass except the wall with the door and buttons. The thickest glass was about three inches thick, the scary part: it was the floor. Three out of four walls and the floor and celing were completely glass so you could see outside. I looked out the glass floor and saw everything below me quickly minimizing. I felt nauseated so I looked up. That didn't work.
"Harry, I think I'm gonna be sick. Get me out of here!" I begged helplessly.
"Just two more floors. Close your eyes, love." He said soothingly.
The eleavator bell rang soon, but not soon enough. Harry quickly pushed my chair out of the eleavator in front of him.
"Thank you! I thought that glass would break." I said frantically.
"We still have to take that same eleavator down.'' He pointed out.
"For some reason, I still feel a little nauseous." I said.
"Do you need me to take you to a bathroom?" Harry asked.
"No. I'm just gonna choke it down." I said.
"Probably not the best idea, but alright. Lets go to... Exam room 605..." Harry trailed off slowly as he straetched his neck up a bit to help hom see more. He looked around intensely trying to find the correct room.
"Over there Har." I pointed to the hallway straight in front of us and a door through it on the right side.
"Haha, there Har. That rhymed." Harry laughed.
"Just go to the room you loser." I joked while face palming and laughing quietly.
He pushed my chair down the hall a short way until we were outside the door that says 'Exam Room 605' in large bold, letters. Harry quietly knocked on the wooden door then opened it a crack and saw a dark room, illuminated only by the machine showing a bright X-ray of someone's foot.
"Oh, hi, come in!" A man said.
Harry opened the door more and pushed my chair in the dark room then sat in a chair behind me that was, to me, hardly visible. I have contacts and hardly ever wear my glasses unless I'm out of contacts or contact solution and need more. But have my contacts in today.
