TREACHEROUS (Taylor Swift + Harry styles + Joe Alwyn)

HARRY POV:

Harry: How do you get out of here without anyone seeing you?
Harry asked Taylor anxiously as he glanced at all the paparazzi waiting outside the door of her building. He had to get Taylor to the hospital immediately but it would be a huge scandal if hey got seen.
Taylor: We can't if they're already outside.
She was beginning to get her voice back.
Harry: Then we'll just have to let them see.
He began to walk towards the door but Taylor grabbed his arm to stop him.
Taylor: But Harry. It will ruin him.
Only then did it occur to Harry as he looked down at her in his arms, her blue eyes shining with tears, that she might still love him.
Harry: Good. He deserves it after what he did to you. How many times has he done this?
Taylor: Only twice.
Harry: That's twice too many.
She didn't answer.
Harry: Look we can make it to my driver before they even see.
He wasn't sure to be honest. To do that he'd have to run and his legs could barely keep him standing.
Taylor: Ok but give me your phone first.
Harry: Why?
Taylor: I'm calling the ambulance for him.
Harry: Taylor-
Taylor: He doesn't deserve to die!
She glared at him challengingly, how the hell did she still want to protect this guy? Harry would've killed him for what he did to Taylor.
Harry: We can call from the car. I'm not wasting anymore time.
Before she could answer he ran out of the door with her in his arms and into his car, cameras flashing everywhere. Soon enough the pictures would be on the front page of every article and eventually the whole world would know what had happened.
Taylor winced as he lay her down on the backseats and sat in the row in front.
Driver: Woah what's going on?
Harry: Just take us to the hospital! Fast!
Taylor: Harry. Call the ambulance.
He ignored her. He was to busy trying to figure out what to do once they got to the hospital.
Taylor: Harry! Call the ambulance!
He turned back around to face her sharply.
Harry: We have more important things to worry about than making sure that devil is okay!
He hadn't meant to shout at her but he couldn't help it. How was she defending him?
Taylor: I'm not letting him die because I cheated on him! CALL THE FUCKING AMBULANCE!
Driver: I'm calling them miss.
Taylor: Thank you. Tell them someone was stabbed.
Harry leant over his seat to grab her hand but she nudged it away.
Harry: Don't think for a second this is you're fault.
Taylor: But it is Harry. You don't understand.
She looked down at her bruised hands.
Taylor: He's a good guy.
Harry: No good guy would do that to you.
Taylor: He was drunk and heartbroken. Wouldn't you be mad?
Harry: There's a difference between being mad and being abusive.
Driver: We're here sir.
The car came to a halt just outside the emergency room and the driver quickly ran and opened the car door. Doctors swarmed them as they entered the E.R, Taylor being carried on a gurney, and some beginning to take pictures.
Harry but his bloody hand in front of his face.
Harry: Please no pictures!
A female doctor who looked important approached him.
Doctor Grey: Hi, I'm doctor Grey could you tell me what happened.
There was no point lying.
Harry: She was hit and kicked and thrown around a lot.
The doctor took a step back from Harry.
Harry: No no! Not by me! By her boyfriend.
Doctor Grey: Whatever you say.
He watched Taylor get wheeled away by a team of doctors and just wished he could do anything to help. He began to follow them but she stopped him.
Doctor Grey: Don't worry about her she's in good hands and you can see her once you've been treated.

TAYLOR POV:
Taylor woke up to see Ed talking angrily to a doctor.
Ed: No you don't get it. You can't call them.
Doctor: I need to. I'm obligated to by the law.
Ed: If you call the cops the story of Taylor Swift getting abused will be the headline for every paper you know by tommorow.
The doctor put down the phone.
Ed: At least wait for her to wake up first.
Taylor managed to let out a grunt to let them know she was up.
Both of them rushed immediately to her side and Ed knelt down next to her. He grabbed her hand but she flinched away. She appreciated the gesture but it just hurt to much.
Doctor: Don't touch her!
Ed dropped his hand down along with his head.
Ed: Sorry.
Taylor managed to force a smile to assure him he was fine.
Doctor: Hi Taylor. I'm doctor Williams.
The doctor droned on and on about the side effects of the treatment she'd be taking and the damage her body had taken but she wasn't listening. All she could think about was Harry.
Where was he? Was he ok?
Doctor Williams: And you also have a broken rib.
Ed: What!
Doctor Williams: Don't worry ribs can heal by themselves. It will take about 6 weeks.
Both of them turned to Taylor and she realised she hadn't said anything the whole conversation.
Ed turned to the doctor.
Ed: Why isn't she speaking?
Doctor Williams: Her throat is swollen so it's very painful. She should be able to speak in a couple of hours.
Ed looked at Taylor as though he'd just found out she had hours to live.
Doctor Williams: I'll leave you to alone.
Ed: I know it hurts but the doctors won't tell me anything. Just tell me you're okay. What happened? Taylor? Just say anything.
Taylor's eyes began to close as a wave of tiredness passed through her. There was only one word her lips could form.
Taylor: Harry.

ED POV:

Ed ran down the hospital wing, not caring who he bumped into. He had to find him. He looked everywhere until he found room 13. He peeped through the small window in the door and there he was. Lying there peacefully without a care in the world.  Ed barged in and grabbed his throat.
Ed: What did you do!
Harry's blue eyes widened as Ed's big hands choked him.
Ed: What the fuck did you do to her!
Harry grasped at Ed's hands, trying to get them off his neck and only then did Ed notice the bruises all over him.
He let go and Harry gasped for air.
Harry: Dude what was that for!?
Ed: Taylor did this to you?
He pointed at the bruises, eyebrows raised. He wanted to laugh imagining Taylor fighting. He always pictured her fighting like a giraffe would. Just swinging her long limbs around.
Harry: No. Joe did.
He muttered out of breath.
Suddenly it all made sense.
Ed: Ohhh. Look sorry man. I thought -
Harry: -Never.
Ed sat down on Harry's bed.
Harry: I was coming to her apartment and when I got there I heard screaming. By the time I got to her she was curled up on the floor surrounded by shattered glass.
Ed: Jesus fucking Christ.
Harry: I tried to beat him but in the end it was Taylor who managed to get him with a shard of glass.
Ed: Where is he? Joe.
Harry sighed as he reached for his glass of water.
Harry: Taylor insisted on calling the ambulance for him.
He put his glass down so fast some water spilled out.
Harry: He could be here now.
Ed: They have to know not to let him see Taylor. I'll go find some staff.
He got up but Harry grabbed him before he could go.
Harry: Is she okay?
Ed couldn't bring himself to tell him how badly she was hurt. It would brake him.
Ed: She'll be alright.

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Ed has just got off the phone with Andrea, Taylor's mom, explaining what had happened when he got in sight of her room. He stopped dead in his tracks.
Joe was being wheeled in beside her as she slept. He was coughing up blood and his hospital sheets were all red.
Ed had really underestimated how big the fight had been.
Immediately, he ran to the doctors dealing with Joe.
Ed: Stop! What are you doing?
The doctor gestured for him to stay back as she tried to assess his injuries.
Doctor: Let me do my job.
Ed: You don't understand! He has to leave!

TALOR POV:

Taylor awoke to the sound of Ed's shouting. She appreciated him being there but after all the chaos of the past few days she just wanted some peace and quiet.
It was then when she saw him. Covered in blood and groaning in his bed.
She couldn't explain what happened next but her body began to tremble.
She couldn't stand being next to him. He was so close to her. Did anyone know? Nothing was stopping him from hurting her again.
Her eyes went wide with fear and she began to breathe heavily.
Ed was so busy yelling at the doctor that he didn't notice. Another doctor began ushering him out. He couldn't go. She couldn't be stuck with Joe.
She tried to scream but all she could muster was a whimper. By now her whole bed was shaking.
Taylor: Stop! Stop it!
Ed turned to Taylor and ran to her, grabbing her pale hands.
Ed: Taylor what's wrong? Somebody help her!
The doctors stopped what they were doing with Joe and rushed to check her vitals.
Doctor: Her heart rates way to high.
Another one came to look.
Doctor 2: I don't understand what's happening she was fine a second ago.
Doctor: Taylor can you hear me?
She nodded still trembling.
Taylor: Please. Get him out.
She looked over at Joe.
Taylor: I just want him out.
The doctor looked smugly at Ed.
Doctor: Can we call the cops now?