"Lou! This place looks so sketchy!" Harry groaned as I pulled him by the hand towards the dirty windowed building with the large sign reading ‘Auto Repair’.
"Yeah Haz, I agree, but it appears to be the only place around here that fixes cars. We’ve been walking for ages!" I sighed.
"I bet we could have gotten cell phone service had we tried hard enough," Harry mumbled under his breath.
"Tried hard enough? Harry Edward you haven’t put that phone away since we left the car. Why didn’t you just stay by the car to try and find cell phone service there?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"Do you want me to get jumped?" he gasped.
I laughed but just kept walking towards the building, his hand clutched in mine. He then sped up his pace and stepped in front of me.
"I’m going first. The sooner I get outta this heat the better," Harry pushed the sweaty curls off his forehead to prove his point.
As we were only a few steps away from the building, loud, angry voices sounded from inside. I froze as Harry reached to pull open the door, and made an attempt to pull him backward. Something seemed off. However, the door flew open, nearly taking Harry out.
"Whoa, careful there-" Harry began.
A large man, clutching a bag in one hand, and an unidentifiable object in the other attempted to shove Harry out of the way with an angry, "Move!"
"THEIF!" cried a voice from inside the store.
Terror rose in me, and I instantly grabbed the tops of Harry’s arms to pull him away from the man. As I did this, the man seemed to give Harry a blow to the abdomen with the hand not clutching the bag. I felt Harry stiffen under my hands and heard him yelp.
Pulling Harry defensively against my chest and turning us to the side, I yelled at the man, "Leave him out of this!"
The man sprinted to a car that had been parked on the other side of the building, leaped into it, and drove away.
I then realized that Harry was leaning on me sort of heavily, and I attempted to turn him around worriedly, "Are you alright, Haz?"
I gently turned him to face me, holding onto his shoulders, but he wasn’t looking at me. He stared off into space, and was clutching his abdomen with both hands.
"Haz?" I slid my hands to his biceps and stepped back to examine him.
Reaching for his hands that were pressed to his stomach, I froze and gasped, my heart instantly leaping into my throat. Red liquid was seeping out from between in his fingers, and was spreading across the lower part of his white t-shirt he. The unidentified object in the mans hand had been a knife. He’d stabbed my boyfriend.
"Harry!" I choked out, and he slumped forward. I caught him, and lowered us both quickly to the ground.
"God, Harry!" I pulled the younger boy into my lap, cradling him to my chest and pressing my own hands over his. "Harry look at me!"
His brow furrowed, but he didn’t meet my eyes, "Hurts…"
I pulled one hand away and slipped my hand into his pocket to pull out his phone. Still no service, but I hit the emergency call button.
"999, what’s your emergency?" came the voice from the other line
"Help! My friend, Harry Styles, he’s… he’s been stabbed. We’re out in the middle of nowhere at this shady auto repair place that just got robbed and he’s bleeding. Bad," I gasped out in a rush, tears beginning to spring to my eyes as I watched Harry breathing with difficulty. I ran my free hand through his curls and wiped a bit of dirt from his cheek.
"We’re tracing your call and we’ll be on our way," the reply came after an agonizing moment.
I tossed the phone carelessly to the dust, needing both hands to help Harry. He was making painful wheezed gasps, and his face was scrunched in agony. I shifted him as gently as I could, but he still whimpered.
"I’m so sorry…" I croaked out. "Harry, just hang on. Help is coming. They’re going to help you."
I watched as his hands slid off of his wound, and fell limply by his sides.
"No, no, no!" I gasped, replacing his hands with my own.
He cried out, causing me to wince, "I’m sorry! So sorry… Are you still with me Harry?"