CELEBRITY CRUSH ||H.S|| (COMPLETED)

Chapter 72

I crack a toothed smile and look at Louis who opened his mouth to say something and closed it back , his gaze shifting from Harry to me.

"Just hear me out" Louis says and Harry nods , scrolling through his Twitter.

"She was crossing the road after getting some ice cream and got hit by a small moped" he tells him and immediately Harry's head pops up.

"What?" He snaps and looks at me , dropping his phone on the couch.

"It was totally her fault. I told her not to attend calls while crossing the road or driving and she does that" Louis says casually as Harry stares at me in shock.

He stands up in front of me and caresses my cheek , examining my face for wounds , while I sheepishly stare at him and bite my bottom lip.

"Are you hurt , baby?" He asks me , concern evident in his voice.

"Just a little scratch on her forearm, right there" Louis says , grabbing my arm and showing it to him.

"Why can't you be more careful? God" he swallows the lump in his throat and furrows his brows , as he looks into my wound.

"Where were you , Louis you idiot? You were supposed to look after her" He snaps at Louis but he was quick to respond.

"I went back to get ice cream for my girl , man. Who knew your girlfriend would get hit by a moped? Seriously? A moped?" Louis turns towards me , as Harry continues to look at my abrased forearm.

"Louis. I told you not to tell him. See" I point at Harry, "Now he's freaking out" I pout.

"You thought you'd get away without showing me your hand ? How long would that last?" He smirks at me and I look away , snatching my hand from his grip.

"I'm fine" I say , pulling my hand towards my body and wincing once the wound made contact with my dress.

"No you're not" he shakes his head and what he does next , surprises me.

He slips his hand under my butt and the other around my shoulder and lifts me off the ground, carrying me towards the stairs.

"Harold" I scream , as he climbs the stairs, ignoring my screams and shouts.

He keeps a straight face and says nothing as he kicks the door open and drops me on the bed, immediately turning around to grab the first aid kit.

"Harry" I call to him softly but he doesn't respond, as he sits next to me on the bed and opens the box.

"Be quiet. I don't wanna talk to you right now" he snaps , taking the cotton out.

He dips the cotton on the antiseptic and places it on my cut as I screw my eyes shut - in pain.

I keep my eyes closed until he wipes the entire wound off , knowing very well that his eyes were on me the entire time.

"Need some ointment?" He takes it out of the box.

"No. It'll heal" I say taking it from his hand and putting it back and closing the box.

"I'm really sorry" I whisper , leaning into him.

He finally gives in , looking up and locking my eyes with his , caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.

"Crazy girl. How many times did we tell you? No phone while you're on the road" he tells me , running his fingers up and down my right cheek.