I changed back into my original clothes and left the blue dress hanging in the dressing room. I took a deep breath before I walked out of the dressing room with my shades covering my eyes. Harry instantly stood up as he saw me coming out and wrapped his arms around me securely.

“it’ll be okay.” He whispered as he pulled away and rubbed my arms.

I nodded and grabbed his hand as we walked out. As we were nearing the door, not to my surprise, it was crowded by fans and flashing lights. I sighed as harry’s grip tightened on my small hand. Anxiety soon took over my body as the crowd was much bigger than expected, and we were without a body guard. I kept my head down as we squeezed our way through the crowd. Harry didn’t stop to sign anything, and I was expecting us to be leaving after we had made our way out of this. As we were nearly out I felt a sharp pain on my side. I gasped before I stopped and looked down at my exposed stomach, and slightly lifted my crop top to reveal the cut I had just been given. A fair amount of blood was escaping my new wound, and I wasn’t completely sure if whoever did it had done it on purpose or by accident, but right now it didn’t matter to me. Harry came to an abrupt stop as he turned and looked at me, then lowering his gaze to my bleeding side. Blood was now making its way down to my hip and I acted quickly. The crowd was now silent, but the flashes were still continuing to go off.

“it’s okay harry, I’m okay.” I pressed.

He shook his head; his anger was now boiling within his contained surface. Without another word harry glanced at the crowd and then we made our way out and to the nearest bathroom. I kept my sweater’s sleeve pressed to the wound to stop the mass amount of blood flowing out. Harry had found a single stall and we both made our way in, he then released my hand, walking to the toilet paper dispenser.

“this should have never happened.” He spoke as he grabbed a pile of paper.

“I know harry, but I’m alright.”

Harry didn’t take my words in, and he moved my sleeve so he could apply pressure to the cut. Dropping down to one knee to get a better look at it, he shook his head. Sunglasses were once again set on the top of his head, as were mine.

“Who did this? Did you see them?” he frantically spoke.

I shook my head before I tilted it upwards and sighed. The pain was now sinking in as harry was cleaning it out with the few supplies we had. As we were without band aids harry had applied water to the cut in attempt to clean it. I felt as though harry had the impression his nightmare was now becoming reality.

HARRY’S POINT OF VIEW

Amy had just been cut, and now we were locked in a small mall bathroom. I tried to clean the cut as best as I could, but with toilet paper and water, there was only so much you could do. Amy kept quiet, only speaking when she was spoken to. After a few minutes of applying pressure, the cut has stopped bleeding for the most part. Amy’s sleeve was covered in her blood in her attempt to conceal the cut on our dash to the bathroom. I was pissed off. Not at Amy, but at whoever had done this to her. And it had made me even madder that they would potentially remain anonymous. I shook the thought out of my head, not letting my anger get the best of me. I stood up and threw the paper in the bin, amy sighed as she analyzed her sleeve, then pointing her attention to her new member. Right now I had to call the driver, and get him to drive us to a pharmacy. Her cut wasn’t a serious one, not being deeper than half a centimeter. I was afraid that this incident would make her want to leave me like she did in my nightmare, I was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to handle such an eventful life with me, and now with this happening to her I was almost praying that she could move past it.

“I’m going to call the driver, and we’ll leave straight away.” I said.

“no.” she shook her head. “we need to go back so I can get the dress, then we can go.” She said.

I was taken aback, and slightly stunned at her courage. After being cut like she was, she was still willing to go back and purchase the dress I adored on her. I made my way to her and took off the sweater I was wearing and gave it to her to hide both her cut, and her bloodied sleeve. She took it and put it on wrapping it tightly around her small hips before she leaned up and kissed my lips lightly. I pulled away and smiled at her before engulfing her in a hug. She was the first to pull out and bring her sun glasses back down to her face before she walked towards the door, opening it slightly so she could look out and see if anyone was crowding, which no one was. I feel like now her thoughts on the mobs and paparazzi would make a total 360, and she would become more afraid of them. She turned to me as she extended her arm, wanting me to take her hand in mine. I did as she wanted and we both walked out hand in hand, shades covering our faces. The hood of my sweater was now sitting on top of her head, she never looked more beautiful.

ALYSSA’S POINT OF VIEW

I sat in my old bed room, taking in the setting I hadn’t seen in numerous weeks. Posters littered the walls from my teenage years. My purple walls matched my bed set; this was such a calming place. I opened my laptop and got onto my twitter to see what was new. My cat sprawled himself on my lap as I aimlessly scrolled through my home page. One post caught my attention, it was about Amy. The post read “@Harry_Styles OMG IS AMY OKAY?” and a photo was attached. My heart was pounding, and I was hoping that it was only some sort of joke, but as I opened the photo link my heart dropped and nausea filled my body. A photo of amy and harry appeared on my screen, blood running down amy’s side and onto her hip. I didn’t know the outcome of this, nor did I know if it was real.  But I had to attempt to call Amy just to find out if she was alright. I quickly dug for my phone within my bed sheets and frantically dialed her number. It went straight to voice mail, shit. I tried once more and the same thing happened. My last resort was to call harry.

AMY’S POINT OF VIEW

I thought about coming back for the dress as harry was cleaning my cut, and had come to an agreement with myself that I would buy it. Harry had promised that the scars would be taken care of, and they wouldn’t be seen. I had trust in his promise. I dug through my purse in search for my wallet, as I had refused to allow harry to pay for me. As soon as I got it out I handed the cashier my debit card, and swiped it followed by my pin code. Soon enough the dress was mine and we were on our way. Mall security was now showing us out of the store, as harry had ordered. The crowd outside the doors was now smaller and more controlled. I glanced out before I grabbed my bag and brought my hand to meet harry’s. Keeping my head down harry and I walked out again; harry taking extra caution and keeping me close to his body. We were escorted out and led to the black car once again to be taken back to our safety, the hotel. Harry’s phone was going off in his back pocket but he insisted that it wasn’t important, so I thought nothing of it. The cut on my side was more painful than it was when I first got it; luckily our first stop was a pharmacy. Seeing as the cut wasn’t deep we could just wrap it up to contain it. But I was dreading the part where harry would disinfect it, knowing the pain would be shot through my body as it stung the infection away. I leaned up against the car window and fought my eyes from closing as the ride was smooth and calming. I lost the fight with keeping them open and slipped into a soothing slumber.

HARRY’S POINT OF VIEW (wow I’m switching a lot, oops..)

The driver soon pulled up to the small pharmacy, and parked right in front of the doors. I glanced over at amy and realized she had fallen asleep. I told the driver I’d be 5 minutes, and asked him to stay in front of the doors as I ran in quickly, before I got out and made my way in. it smelled like a dental office, which was odd. I looked up to where the signs were down the aisles until I found the one I needed. I quickly walked down, and grabbed boxes of Band-Aids, and disinfectants. Looking around for more supplies for cleaning amy’s cut my phone was buzzing in my back pocket, indicating another call. Alyssa’s caller ID showed up on my phone, along with her contact photo she took herself. I quietly answered.

“Yes?” I whispered, her panting was heard through the small speaker held to my ear.

“WHERE IS AMY?” she frantically spoke.

“uh, she’s asleep in the car. Why what’s wrong?”

“WHAT’S WRONG?” she shot back.

I took the phone off my ear slightly as she screamed into her phone.

“SHE GOT CUT DID SHE NOT? THERE ARE PHOTOS.”

“calm down liss.” I said lowly. “it’s fine we got it all sorted out.

“is she alright?” she sighed. I could almost tell she was shaking her head by the breath she had taken.

“yes. When are you coming to the hotel?”

“in about an hour, what time do we fly back?” her voice was still shaking, assuming she had been worried about amy after she had seen pictures of the incident.

“11:00” I answered as I walked to the cash register.

“alright, I’ll see you soon ya?” she said, her voice still low.

“of course. calm down though.” I chuckled.

She groaned before she hung up on me, and it was expected after the stress I assumed she had been in. I slid my phone back into my pocket and stood in the short line to pay for the small items I had bought for amy’s cut. The check-out was fast, I was aware people recognized me, but chose not to say anything. I kept my head down, as I carried the small bag in my hand which crunched when I began to jog to the car. I lightly opened the door, revealing my still sleeping girlfriend, and slid in. I placed the bag on the floor and buckled my seat belt, patting the drivers shoulder signaling for him to drive on.

**

The driver pulled up to the hotel, and guards were now waiting by the door for amy and I to get out. I paid the driver and placed the small bag on amy’s stomach, then sliding my arms under her, and lifting her bridal style. Guards instantly surrounded us as I carried her towards the crowd, her face now placed in the crook on my neck. Fans stayed back, and I nodded in appreciation. Soon enough the doors were opened for the both of us to go in, and we made our way to the elevator. A guard came in with us, and assisted me in opening our room door. I thanked him before closing the door with my foot, and nearly tripping over champ, I made my way to the bed. I went to the side and gently placed her down, her limp sleeping body slowly slipped from my grasp, and laid sprawled on the bed. I took off her boots, and placed them at the end of the bed. I then pulled the covers over her, and she instantly grabbed them and held them close to her body, then flinching and her eyes shot open. She let out a low groan.

“what’s wrong, love?” I asked as I slowly sat at the edge of the bed.

“my side.”

I pulled the sheets down, and then pulled her shirt up. Her cut held red around the edges, the cut itself was still open, but not as much as before.

“I’m going to clean it quickly, is that okay?” I asked.

he hesitantly nodded, and I dug into the bag, taking out all the cleaning supplies. I’m sure at this point amy was more calm than I was. The last think I wanted to do was see her in pain.