the park » larry stylinson

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Harry's POV

"Are you serious Harry?" My friend Niall stopped walking and crossed his arms.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"We all planned on getting ice cream after school." My other friend Zayn answered annoyed.

"Instead we're walking to the park," Niall pouted, "We always get ice cream on the last day of school!"

My friends did have a point. Getting ice cream was the perfect start to our summers together. On the other hand, I needed to make a quick stop at our neighborhood park.

"It won't take long. I promise." I smiled at my friends, hoping they'd agree.

They groaned in sync and continued to follow me to the park. As soon as we arrived, I took a seat under my favorite tree. It was placed in front of a gorgeous fountain in the middle of the park, and was the perfect spot for me to write.

"Are you writing in your diary again?!" Niall exclaimed once I brought out my pen and journal from my schoolbag.

"How many times have I told you? It's a journal Niall." I rolled my eyes playfully.

"You call it a journal, and I call it a diary for boys." The blonde lad replied.

"And that is why Zayn is my favorite." I responded, causing Zayn to laugh loudly.

Once I began writing, Niall wandered off with Zayn following him. After a few minutes or so, I closed my journal and returned it to my schoolbag. I lifted myself up and took a couple of steps away from the tree.

Out of nowhere, I heard a voice yelling which belonged to Niall. I turned my attention to him, finding my two friends playing a game of football with a group of boys I didn't recognize. I smiled at them and made my way over.

Before I made a complete stop, I was suddenly hit in the face with what seemed to be a ball. I fell onto the grass and held onto my nose with both hands. In the distance, I heard arguing which was becoming louder. I felt a hand on my shoulder and decided to open my eyes.

"Are you alright? Oh god! He's bleeding!" An unfamiliar girl helped me off the ground.

"Harry! We've got to get you to a hospital now!" Zayn's eyes widened once he looked at my face.

My mouth was now full of blood, and I was too afraid to speak. Zayn wrapped an arm around me and walked me towards Niall and the group of boys they were playing with.

He pointed to one boy who had brown hair and blue eyes, and yelled, "Look at what you did!"

"Not my fault the idiot was standing in the way!" The unfamiliar male looked as angry as Zayn did.

"Let's all calm down, okay? He needs to get to a hospital, and you're driving him!" The girl from before, grabbed onto the boy's hand.

She asked Zayn, Niall and I to follow her to a car. The three of us sat in the back, while the two strangers sat in the front. The boy who I assumed was the one who hit me, began to drive and argue with the girl beside him. I thought they may have been siblings, but I pushed the thought away.

Finally we arrived to the hospital, and my friends helped me out of the car. Everyone made their way inside, except the boy who stayed inside his car.

We had to take a seat and wait for the doctor. The girl apologized and introduced herself. Her name was Eleanor. I tried my best to smile, but it hurt to move my face. Niall began a conversation with Eleanor, while Zayn excused himself to call my mother.

It took a while, but the doctor was now ready to see me. Eleanor told me to feel better and then ran off to join the other stranger in the car. I was lead into a room, along with Zayn and Niall.

The doctor was able to clean up the blood, with help from a nurse. I had to remove my bloody shirt, and wait for my mother to bring me a new one. The nurse handed me an ice pack for my nose, and told me to lay down on the hospital bed, with my head elevated by some pillows.

My mother, Anne, had finally arrived. She began to kiss my face and scold me for worrying her. Then she talked to the doctor about how to care for my nose, and what medicine I should take if any pain occurs.

I was relieved when I was told I could go home. We arrived at my house, except Zayn and Niall couldn't stay and had to walk home. My mother walked me to my room and told me to relax. I sighed deeply, once she left my room.

I was going to have to stay in bed for a few days until my nose felt better. And it was all that boy's fault. Why did he have to be so rude? I shook the thought out of my head, and hoped I would not have to see him again.