I leaned over Harry's unconscious body and literally ripped the car key out of the socket, pulling the lever as hard as I could. The car screeched to a halt in the middle of a dead, cold road.
My heart was beating so loud that if Harry were awake he would've heard it. I could hear the pulse in my ears as I froze.
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Just do something, Evelyn Bale, if you don't, he will die from blood loss! He was already extremely pale.
I breathed slowly to calm my heartbeat down and pushed Harry's chair back so he was lying down. My knee was in between his legs as I leaned down onto his cold body. It was there. His heartbeat, quiet and slow.
"I don't know what I'm doing." I admitted, and felt through Harry's pockets. I pulled out the first thing there was, which happened to be a phone. Quickly opening it, I realized it was locked.
"Oh, fuck." I cursed under my breath. Why would he lock his damn phone? Then again, why wouldn't he? I felt through his pockets and pulled out a small, deadly blade.
Shaking my head, I felt tears brimming my eyes, blurring my vision. I blinked hard to wash them away, but one slipped down my cheek. I was extremely paranoid, and even though I was wasting time, I leaned down once again and pressed my ear against his chest. I was definitely hearing things due to paranoia, but it sounded as if Harry's heartbeat slowed down.
Suddenly, I felt a mental image come in mind. A moment. A memory.
"Did you hear?" My mum asked as she placed another plate of pancakes on the breakfast table. My dad looked up to her with a frown on his wrinkly face, "Hear what?" he asked, sipping tea. My mum noticed I was standing in the kitchen, making my lunch for school, so she lowered her voice and jerked her head outside. "Harry Styles has been through the city." she hissed under her breath, but I heard it loud and clear and almost choked on my water. "Seventeen people were killed in the country just last night." my mother pushed her thin glasses up her nose so it wasn't perched on the tip. My father listened intently with parted lips. "And he left without a trace." Damn he's good, I thought but didn't dare say that to my parents. They'd kill me. "Curse him." my father spat. "Why is he doing this? I swear on my son's head if I ever saw him dying in front of me, I wouldn't do anything to help him. In fact, I'd finish him off myself!" My mum glared at him, her blue eyes lingering on me. "Hush Tommy, Evelyn is right behind you." she warned quietly, but my father continued. "I hope they catch that little rebel one day. They don't even know what he looks like! Stupid cops." My dad snorted. "I swear I hope they do more than catch him. That boy deserves death."
The memory flickered and was gone in an instant, leaving a heavy weight on my chest. I swallowed deeply, staring down at the boy lying under me--a girl, a victim he almost killed, raped, tortured...straddling him. A girl who wanted freedom, a girl who was the biggest criminal's doll to play with, clutching a knife in her hand. A girl who could easily kill Harry Styles, the world's most wanted, without being fought back.
Dad will be proud, a small voice said at the back of my mind. You could rid one of the worst things that's happened in life right now.
I swallowed the lump that seemed to be in my throat, and clenched my jaw. I pursed my lips and frowned my brows, my heart beat growing rapidly in my frail chest.
This is your chance.
I raised the knife and clutched the hilt so tight that my whole hand turned white in a matter of seconds. I felt a bridge of salty tears cover half of my eyesight and closed my eyes.
He killed so many people.
My throat closed up as I, painfully brought down the knife...
So close.
...whilst an image of Gemma lying in her bed, unconscious, flashed in my brain...
To kill the man you hate.
...and I cut Harry's shirt open.
I breathed out the breath I was holding, and sliced the knife through the thin, black material until it was cut into two--he had so many tattoos--. I put my hand in his shirt and lifted his body up with all my might, and slipped the shirt off his torso. Half of the shirt was soaked in curious, red liquid, anyway. Harry's head lolled to the side as I held him up again and placed the shirt under his back. I tied it over his deep, gnashing wound and pressed my hand onto it.
"I know this hurts." I whispered, biting my lips together.
The silence broke when I heard the sound of a tune playing. I turned rigid after jerking upright, and snapped my head to the passenger's seat. Harry's phone was glowing with a picture of Louis, the name 'Dan' written on the screen. My whole body went weak in relief as I snatched it up and answered immediately screaming: "Louis!"
"Evelyn?" His voice pressed on the other end. I could almost hear his confusion. "Evelyn, where are you guys? Harry said we'll meet at--"
"Harry's passed out!" I cried, only now realizing that another stubborn tear was sliding down my cheek. I wiped it away with my bare hand and looked down at Harry. "Louis, help...h-he won't wake up! Someone stabbed him and I don't know what to do..."
"Calm down!" I heard Louis say in the other end, loud but nicely. "Evelyn, breathe! Okay, so we trained for situations like this: check if he's breathing first. And, in Harry's backseat, you can flip the seat over. In the middle seat, there is a First Aid kit."
Louis didn't even finish his sentence before I was already leaning over the curly haired boy. I put my finger under his nose and realized he was still breathing. I let Louis know before rummaging to open the chair. Once it slowly swung upwards, I caught sight of a plastic box inside. I snatched it up and cracked it open with one hand.
"Now what?" my voice quivered.
"This seems very pointless, but we do not want this wound to get infected, so immediately wear a glove." Louis said calmly, and I heard some of the boys asking what was wrong in the background.
I did think his advice was so far pointless, but I did what I was told, smacking a blue glove onto my right hand,
"Louis?" I squeaked into the phone and I heard his voice tell me he was still there.
"Grab an alcohol rag and press it to the wound." he insisted. I told him that I already wrapped it in Harry's shirt but Louis recommended that there be alcohol to rid of the bacteria.
I found a thick, cotton rag and a small glass bottle of antibiotics. I threw them to the side and snatched another tiny glass bottle that was labeled ETHANOL in spidery writing. Louis confirmed that it was alcohol, so I dabbed the littlest of the liquid onto the rag, all the way keeping my gaze on Harry, checking his heartbeat ever so often. I unwrapped hid dark shirt from the wound and applied the wet--but not soaked--rag onto his stomach. The cut was just under his right rib cage.
"Evelyn!" A faint voice screamed and I grabbed the phone from where I left it on the passenger's seat and slapped it on my ear. "I'm here!" I answered back as I taped the rag onto Harry's v-line.
"Check to see if he's breathing." Louis ordered, and I found myself leaning over the green-eyed boy again. I put my head to his chest--his heart continued to fortunately beat. It was oddly faster than before, and I found myself panicking slightly. However, when I leaned closer. I couldn't feel any air leaving his mouth or nose. It felt as if my breathing stopped, too.
"Louis!" I shrieked. "Harry's not breathing! He's not breathing!" I sobbed, feeling wet things fall down my face again. This cannot be good at all. "What the fuck do I do? Louis? Louis, where the fuck are you?!"
"Evelyn!" Louis' voice seemed even fainter, and I heard the phone crackle.
Oh no. Please, reception, don't die on me now! Not fucking now!
"L-Louis?"
"CPR!" I heard him say, "Evelyn, can you hear me?"
"Yes!"
"Hold...nose shut...breathe...into Har...mouth!" I only heard parts of Louis' words, and found myself breathing heavily.
Oh no.
I felt my throat close up and my heart pound into me. My knees began to shake and I found myself gasping for air.
Panic fucking attack! Not at this moment, please!
"Louis!" I cried out once more. "Panic Attack!"
"Cough as...hard as you...repetitively...then help Harry...quick!"
I sucked in a heap of air whilst pressing down on Harry's wound, coughing as hard as I could. I sucked in air and coughed it back out. After about five breaths, I felt my heart calm down. I didn't even think of how incredible Louis' advice was because I was already looking at Harry, the phone breaking off contact with Louis.
I hope this works, I thought before pinching Harry's noise shut. I used my other hand to grab his defined jaw and straighten his head so he was physically facing me, and I leaned down and gently touched my lips with Harry's. I made sure not to sit on his stomach because I knew it'd be filled with air soon, so I held myself up with my knees. Even so, I could hear Harry's heart beating very, very quickly. I moved back from Harry, feeling very insecure about this.
"Dammit." I muttered, feeling more tears come out of my eyes. If I don't do this now, for sure he'd die. The thought made my stomach clench, and a bad feeling from my parents. But I pursed my lips and leaned back down, pressing my lips against his. I breathed in through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. I felt Harry's chest rise so I pressed down on it, moving away in the process to let him breath out. I leaned back down and exhaled into Harry's body.
After one more session, Harry choked and I quickly moved away so he began to grouch and sputter, leaning forwards as if he was going to throw up. But he didn't. He rubbed his throat and continued to cough. He winced as he felt the pain on his naked torso. Harry's hands pressed onto the steering wheel so his arms were around me.
My lips were parted and my heart was racing faster than ever. The tears continued to roll down my face as I stared, bewildered as Harry wiped his mouth, breathing heavily.
And then he whirled around on me and stared with frowned brows. I was still on Harry's lap but I was moving away slightly.
I...I did it.
"Oh."I whispered so quietly I doubt Harry heard. He winced again and looked down at the tape on his body, everything crashing into realization for him. "Oh my God, you're awake. I thought I was too la-"
Harry's hand grabbed my back and another one held the back of my head as he brought my body onto his, hugging me very tightly. He murmured my name over and over again, his chest rising and falling heavily against mine. His breath trembling over my skin as I froze in confusion, before silently grabbing onto Harry and closing my eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Thank you."
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