[A/N: Ok, 1st things 1st, I apologise for not keeping my promise of updating on schedule... I graduate this year from High School, Board exams r in about 2 months, and entrance exams for different colleges are also starting and I am really not getting any time to write. Anyhoo, this chapter is kind of the start of the drama, so hope you are ready for it. I am trying really hard, so please help me by encouraging me with your lovely comments and votes. I read all the comments and reply as much as I can. They are the best, you guys are the best if you are reading this, cuz you are still here, so THANK YOU, GUYS!!! LOVE Y'ALL!]

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, panic attack.

The Grammys ended about an hour ago, and we were now at the afterparty. Both Harry and I had posted on our Instagram accounts. Our social media accounts, fan pages, the media were all going crazy. #HarrysNewGirl was trending everywhere. My inbox was filled with both hate and love, from Harry's fans.

As for my WhatsApp, it was flooded with tons of messages from Ashley. In our group chat. Surprisingly, there was less number of messages from Arthur, which was quite , as he had commented on my Instagram post within seconds of posting it.

Feeling Harry's presence beside me, I turned off my phone and looked up at him.

"Hey. Miss me?"

"Meh, you are not too miss-able," I replied with a smirk, to which he dramatically gasped, mocking hurt.

"And here I was, being a gentleman and bringing the beautiful lady a drink," he replied with a sigh, handing me my drink.

"Ah, chivalry isn't dead yet. Keep working your charm, Styles, and I might just slip you my phone number," I winked at him, taking a sip from the glass.

"Oh no, thank you. I have a girlfriend who I love very much and would rather stay loyal to. You're no doubt beautiful, but she already has my heart," he flirts back, taking a sip of his drink himself.

I was about to reply to him when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen to see it was Ashley.

"Who is it?" "Oh, just Ash. Maybe she wants the tea, you know?" We laugh lightly, as he leans in to kiss my cheek.

"So, did you talk with everyone?" "I did, Jeff will be here any moment to fetch us for more socializing. Let's enjoy the quiet while we still can, ya?" I nod as a reply and look down at my drink when my phone starts ringing again.

This time, it worries me. Ashley knows not to call again unless it's an emergency.

EMERGENCY? "Um, sorry Haz, I need to take this."

"Hey, Ash?"

"Aaru-OH MY GOD-ca-can you co-come back? I d-dunno what t-to do!" she manages to say midst panting and sobbing.

"Ash, calm down and tell me what's wrong."

"Baby, calm down. You'll have a panic attack. Breathe love," I hear my brother's voice in the background.

"Vik, what's happening? Talk to me, you guys. You are scaring the hell out of me!"

The urgency in my voice concerns Harry, as he raises his brows and slowly guides me to a quieter area.

"Um, sis, there has been an emergency. We are taking Arthur to the hospital right now. Um, he is bleeding a lot, and ya, that's about it. We'll tell you everything later. I need to focus on the road, I'm driving us to the hospital."

It felt like someone had kicked the air out of my lungs and taken the words out of my mouth.

"W-what happened?" I manage to whisper, Harry put his arm around me to help steady me, as he had everything through the call and knew that my knees would fail me if I didn't have support.

"Chris happened. Arthy was being abused, and today it went out of hands. Details later, I need to go, Aaru. I have a patient in the ambulance in front of me, a hyperventilating lady beside me, and the New York traffic is the worst tonight."

Seeing as I could not reply, Harry led me to the nearby bench and made me sit, and took the phone from my hands.

"Vikky, this is Harry. You focus on the road, we'll be back in New York tomorrow. Text Aarushi when you reach, and also the name of the hospital you are going to. Ya. Hm, okay. See you tomorrow. Bye."

He disconnected the call and slowly walked towards me.

"Hey, my love. Can you breathe for me, please? Look at me, ya? Come on, follow my breathing," and he started taking slow, long breaths to help me, placing my palm on his heart.

I was still gasping and trying to forget everything, tune out everything around me, except Harry's warm voice and gentle touch. I squeezed his hand tightly and did as he said, slowly coming back to myself.

"Are you feeling better, love? Can you talk to me?" I nodded.

"Ya, I am fine now. Sorry-" "Hey, don't apologise to me. Come on, let's go. I'll tell Jeff to get us the first flight back home and we can go see Arthur in the hospital. He will be ok, alright?"

I nod and let him lead me through the sea of dancing celebrities, some of whom were introduced to me earlier. They all gave us a concerned look, but Harry didn't even stop once to give an explanation, as he kept his grip firm on my hand and kept walking towards the bar in search of Jeff.

I didn't even realize what was going on around me until I was inside the car, Harry sitting beside me. I didn't have the energy nor the motivation to talk, so I just laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

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When I woke up, I was in bed, the white sheets of our hotel room cocooning me. When I looked up, I spotted Harry walking out of the bathroom, already dressed in his flight clothes. Dressed?

"Hey, beautiful. Sleep well?"

"Ya, I-I need to call Arthy. I had this weird dream where he was in the hospital. Um," "Aar," he interrupted me, "it was not a dream. We, umm, we need to fly back. Jeff booked us a ticket, it's in about 3 hours. We gotta get going," and he leaned to kiss my forehead.

Well, I had already zoned out. I looked up at the mirror and saw my smudged makeup, marks of my dried-up mascara from when it ran down my cheeks. Everything came back at once.

"Baby?" And that brought me back. I silently nodded and went into the bathroom to freshen up and leave.

When I came out, there was breakfast on the bed, and Harry had packed all our bags, smiling at me when I walked out in just a bathrobe.

I tried to smile back and picked up the dress that he picked for me. "Thanks."

"No problem love. You get dressed, I'll pay the bills, okay? And I'll come and get you."

I nodded and walked back into the bathroom, as he left to check us out.

All the while thinking of what was happening back in New York City.

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A/N

Hey yall... So, ya here is another chapter... Pretty shitty, ik... But I tried...
Now on to business...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRYYYYYYY AHHH
Can't believe he is 28?! OMG NOO!
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