So, you guys would've gotten this one yesterday, but apparently there was some kind of glitch or something.Thanks for all the reviews and everything. Disclaimer same as always. And I give you, Chapter 7.
Harry had everything ready for Draco's arrival. He'd somewhat grown attached to him in the short time he'd spent with him at breakfast. It wasn't even about the sex. It was something about Draco's personality. Maybe he was getting in too deep.
Harry wandered around his apartment idly for the next hour. He'd wasted so much time cleaning the place, it didn't matter that he'd called around noon and Draco was supposed to get here around nine.
The doorbell rang, and he jumped slightly, having not expected it. He walked to the door and pulled it open. There he was in all his glory. Draco smiled shyly, before he stepped quietly over the threshold.
Things went exactly the same as last time. It was still amazing, and they went to the Waffle House for breakfast. Harry drove Draco home, and then he left to go find a bar where he could get hammered.
After that, every three days, Harry would call Draco, and things would go the same as it had that first time, and Harry was slowly becoming more and more attached to him. Then, something happened that changed Harry's life for the better.
Harry was at another one of those wild parties, doing drugs like normal. As he downed another beer, he looked around. It was still early in the day, only around 1 in the afternoon, but the atmosphere of the club made it appear to be way later. People dance around and there were a couple of scarcely clad girls pole dancing on the stage.
Harry did more drugs and drank more than usual. He didn't know why. Maybe what was to come was destine to happen. He snorted another line of coke, and then took the joint that was offered to him, and pulled a long drag, puffing out the smoke in little clouds.
When Harry left he wasn't just drunk and high, he was completely wasted. He stepped out into the bright sunlight, and it hurt his eyes after being in the dark atmosphere of the club. Harry teetered all over the side walk, trying to walk straight to get to his house, but then he suddenly slipped off the curb and landed on his back in the busy street, but he was too out of it to stand up.
There was the loud screeching of tires, and then Harry felt pain. It hurt, so bad. He just wanted it to stop. He couldn't even locate where the pain was coming from, he just knew it was there. He could hear people screaming, and asking if he was ok. He couldn't answer them. He cracked his eyes open with great effort, and looked down to where his legs had been reduced to flattened smudges on the pavement. He then looked around at the people who were gathered around him, and then he noticed the one person he really wanted to see.
"Draco?" Harry chocked out, barley above a whisper.
Draco's point of view
Draco ran forward, and knelt by him.
"Oh god, Harry, what happened? Are you drunk? You smell like alcohol and pot. Are you ok? God of course you not ok, you just got hit by an SUV." Draco ranted in hysteria. He turned around to look at the bystanders. "Has someone called an ambulance?"
A caring looking woman stepped forward a little. "We called a few minutes ago, they should be here soon."
They waited, Draco squeezing Harry's hand whenever it looked like he was falling asleep. "Come on Harry, you have to stay awake. Don't quit on me now, not when you've got so much to look forward to. Don't you have a movie shoot in a couple days? Think about of all the stuff you can get involved in. Please just hang on,"
Harry would nod, and then five seconds later, his eye lids would droop, and Draco would do it again.
When the ambulance arrived, most of the bystanders had left, and it was only Draco, the woman who had called the ambulance, and a couple of other people.
Draco climbed into the ambulance with Harry, and the paramedics tried to help in cleaning out the drugs that were in his system so he could remain awake. Why did it happen? Why? Harry was an amazing person, but it seemed he was just a bad a drunk as Blaise. Draco would be damned if he didn't try and fix that. He would help Harry with his problems no matter how long that took. It was important to him. He finally made the courage to ask the paramedics some questions.
"Is he going to be ok?" Draco asked the one standing closest to him.
"He should be, as long as he doesn't go into shock." The man answered as he looked at the vitals that read out on the machine.
"What about his legs?" Draco asked. This was the one he was worried about. He wondered if Harry's legs were fixable.
"Oh, they'll be fine. Lucky for him the car hadn't been going too fast, and had actually slowed down because of the stop sign." The other paramedic said who was currently examining Harry's legs.
"So, he'll heal just fine?" Draco questioned in amazement.
"Well, they're going to have to insert some rods into his legs, and he may have a pretty long scar from that, but other than that, he will be fine. He'll probably have to stay in the hospital for a month or so, and then he'll have to go into rehab, both for his legs and the drugs." The first paramedic answered.
Draco's heart lightened. Harry was going to be just fine, and Draco would make sure he was there to help him through everything.
So please don't shoot me. Everything will get better. I completely know what is going to happen. I have it all planned out, I just don't have it written, and things are defiantly going to get better. There will be more Harry/Draco goodness to come, but it's going to b insanely fluffy. ;D
