Harry's PoV
When the paramedics got there and they were loading her up, I asked if I could go with her. They agreed and I told the boys what I was doing. They nodded and Louis said they'd meet me there. I hopped in the back with her and off we drove, at top speed towards the hospital. They pulled up her sleeves and I gasped as I saw her arms.
She had cuts covering her arms, in various stages of healing. Some new, like they were done the night before, and some look like they were months old, but deep enough to scar. Her other arm was very similar. Except she had cut words into her skin. The three most prominent words were, Ugly, Worthless, and Fat. I had tears in my eyes as I now understood what she meant by, you saved me. I saved her from cutting too deep. The tears were running down my cheeks as they carefully inserted the needle in between two of the cuts.
A million scenarios were running through my head as to why she would do this. Each more horrid than the next. My phone kept buzzing and interrupting my thoughts, so I turned it off. The boys knew where I was, so I didn't consider whoever was calling, important, right now.
The tears were still falling when we got there, and they whisked her away. Probably towards the surgery/operations room. I jumped out and entered the building after her. I could see a nurse say something to me, but it sounded like a jumbled mess of random syllables. I shook my head.
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"Paperwork. We need to know allergies, medical history, blood type, anything important."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," I said, feeling somewhat useless, "I don't know anything, but her name and age."
Okay, I made the age thing up, but I didn't want to seem too useless.
"Okay. What are they?" She asked, somewhat impatiently.
"Her name is Hailey and she's 17." I said, being confident in my guess.
She wrote this down. "Please have a seat in the waiting room, sir." She gestured to the empty waiting room.
I sat down close to the door and put my head in my hands and the tears just kept coming. She was going to die and this was all my fault. I should've seen him pull the gun. I should've listened when someone shouted get down. I should've moved her out of the way. I should be the one in a hospital bed, possibly dying.
I felt hands on my back and I saw Liam, Niall and Zayn.
"Where's Lou?" I asked.
"Outside, trying to find somewhere to park." Liam answered.
I stood up and started pacing, thinking of all of the things they were doing to her. What should be being done to me. Louis walked in and grabbed me and pulled me in for hug. I started crying and he just hugged me tighter. Soon, all the boys were hugging me, and trying to comfort me. This made me cry harder.
Where were her friends? Where were her parents? Why weren't they here, with me, waiting to hear if she was going to be okay? When we finally broke apart, Louis gave me one final squeeze, and led me over to one of the chairs.
After about 10 minutes Zayn said, "Harry, call your girlfriend. She's been ringing us for the past 10 minutes."
I grabbed my phone and turned it on. I saw I had 22 missed calls from Taylor. Crap.
I called her and she answered on the 3rd ring.
"Harry! Where are you? You said you'd be home at 5! It's 6:30!" She shouted at me.
"I'm sorry, babe. I'm at the hospital." I responded. I saw the boys give me sympathetic looks. They knew how Taylor got when she got mad.
"Why? Are you, your family, and the band okay?" She asked, still quite angry.
