I Promise

Tears of Pure joy and relief...

"Le-mer se-e hi-m!!!" I yelled at the nurse as she tried to restrain me but it wasn't working. I slipped under her arm and ran down the corridor, I didn't exactly know what room he was in so I had to look at names on the door with there clipboard.

Harry Edward Styles. Ha found it!!!

I listened for a moment just to make sure I didn't walk in when the doctors where doing anything important. I was about to turn the knob when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see an angry nurse. Shit!

"Please I need to see he's ok" this time it was a whisper and I came out clearer then my voice should have sounded when I was sick. She smiled at me warmly "I guess we could make you pass as family..." She trailed off when she began to think. She finally let go of my shoulder and gave me a small nod and walked back to the desk.

I took a deep breath as I pushed the door open slowly. My breath hitched at what I saw. This may sound a bit funny to you but he literally looked like those cartoons where the guy is like completely casted only it's nothing like that because there's this darkness to what I saw that I can't explain.

His skin was paler then normal and held a lifeless dull tone. Just like my mom looked durning her kimotherapies and when the doctors told me she had no chance of surviving. There was a cast that ran up his arm and ended at were his white T-shirt started. One of his legs we elevated by these wires that hung above us. His normally vibrant face was bruised at the cheek and his lip was cut and swollen. His even breaths were muffled by a plastic mask that seemed to feed air to him.

I walked closer to him, every step I took seemed to push the tears that brimmed my eyes further out. His lifeless body beckoned my tears to slide down my face and I finally gave. They were slow quite tears, no sobbing, just pain filled tears. I sat down at one of the chairs next to the bed.

I grabbed his cold white hand that lay limp next to him as brought it to my lips. I shut my eyes and kissed his hand. I trailed small pecks around his hand. I felt like I could help if I kissed him were he was hurt, like a mom would do to a 5 year old who scrapped his knee. I held the hand to my lips as I whispered a prayer. The tears reached his hand and slithered down his arm till they were absorbed by the crisp white sheets. I didn't want to open my eyes... I shut everything out and just imagined me and him... Together...

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5 days later... 

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~Louis POV~

It had been five days and Harry didn't show any signs of waking up from his long sleep. Management had told us we could preform without Harry for our last concert but it wasn't the same. Camila she looked depressed and she hadn't left his side at all. The nurses were nice enough to provide her with a small snack now and then and a blanket. I understood her, her and Harry were practically married. Like they always shared a hotel room together, slept together, and even argued like a married couple. You could tell he was her other half and vice versa. She would hold his hand to her mouth and whisper things, I think prayers. Tears always covered her cheeks but they weren't sloppy corny dramatic tears, she seemed completely oblivious that they were there. The tears didn't make her look weak but instead you could tell she was trying to stay strong for both of them. She was still sick but she refused to do anything for herself just to stay with him, and I understood.

~Harry's POV~

All I remember is a truck hitting my car and that's it. I still need to find Camila...

I became conscious of my surroundings: cool air, it smells like disinfectant, I feel something restraining my arm, my foot is like floating, I'm hungry, my lip feels bigger then usual, someone's holding my hand. Wait someone's holding my hand!!!! I tried to lift my eyelids open.