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Sweating as I stared into the camera, I took a big sip from my water bottle. “Okay, we can do this. Only two more songs to go then cool down” I panted slightly. I read over the comments real quick. “Yes, the live will be saved so you can follow along anytime” I let out a deep breath before walking back to my spot. “Right, you know this one. We’ve done it a million times”
I grinned as I hit the play button on my watch and the song Belly Dancer started up. I clapped my hands. “One, two, one, two, three, four!” I counted down before starting to dance. “Remember you can always modify the moves, feel your body, find your pace” I jumped to the side and did a spin.
Running my hands down my chest, I swayed my hips back and forth. “We’re going to go into some jumping jacks in ten seconds but first some high knees, come on!” I said loudly before going into high knees. “Four more!” I panted, hiking my knee up before quickly putting it down and moving to the other foot.
“We’re crushing it, guys!” I grinned. Putting my right foot down, I went to lift my left leg when I felt something shift and pain exploded in my knee. Letting out a loud scream, I dropped to the floor, trying my very best to not swear and cry.
I felt faint and like I could vomit any second. “Guys, give me a minute” I mumbled as I put my head down and took some deep breaths. Using my watch to stop the music, I glanced over at the camera and my laptop, I could see the comments flying by. “It’s okay, I’m okay” I grimaced.
I tried to shuffle over to the table where my setup was but fuck it hurt so fucking much. Whimpering, I stopped moving. The door to my studio opened and I looked at Harry panicked. “I’m live, it’s okay, I’m okay” I whimpered. “No, no, no, I’m live!” I said panicked as he started walking over to me.
“You’re hurt, of course I’m going to help you” Harry said as he walked over to me. “Is it just the leg?” he asked as he bent down. “Yeah” I whimpered. “The knee”
“Okay, I got to get you up. Just let me do everything, you try and keep your leg still” Harry said calmly. I shook my head quickly. “Please, it’ll hurt” I replied quietly. “It’ll be okay, just let me take all the weight” Harry moved his hands under my good leg and my back.
He counted down before picking me up in one swift move. Letting out a cry, I closed my eyes. “Harry, please” I begged, wanting him to make it stop. “Shhh, its okay. I got you” he carried me out of the studio and down the stairs. Now that we were out of sight from the camera, I let myself start to cry. “It hurts, please, make it stop”
Harry gently put me down on the couch before easing off my headset and putting it aside. “I’m going to call for an ambulance, love. They’re going to fix you right up” he patted his pockets. “Fuck, I left it upstairs in the office” I grabbed onto his t-shirt. “Don’t leave me, please, don’t leave me, daddy, please, it hurts” I sobbed.
Harry kissed my forehead and stroked my hair back. “I’ll be right back, only be gone a few seconds and then I’ll be back” He reassured me. Whimpering, I let him go and bit my lip hard as I tried to stop crying.
When Harry came back he was still on the phone with the ambulance service. Hanging up, he came to my side. “They’re going to be here as fast as they can, baby girl” he said, stroking my cheek. He glanced at his phone before declining a call from Tommy.
“I don’t want them to touch it! Gonna hurt, daddy! Don’t want it to hurt anymore!” I told him, letting out a sob. “They’re going to be so gentle, I promise. You’ll get something for the pain, and I promise that I’m not going anywhere. Daddy is going to come with you” he kissed my cheek before glancing at his phone.
Seeing a bunch of texts coming in, he opened his phone and felt his heart sink a little. “THE MIC IS STILL ON!!” was the theme of all the texts. Harry cleared his throat and discreetly reached out and turned off the mic.
Harry gave me a kiss on the forehead. He decided to not tell you that it was pretty much public knowledge at this point that you called him Daddy. Deciding that for now, all you needed to worry about was the knee. Then they could deal with people knowing they were together and deal with them knowing about a certain nickname.