Breathe

Prologue

Eight Months Ago  

Logan

                “C’mon, you’ve been here all day!”

                “I’ve got a meet coming up, I can’t quit yet.”

                “Your obsession with swimming definitely can’t be healthy.”

                “Says the guy who’s obsessed with football,” I replied fondly. Spencer shook his head at me, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair as I took another sip of water. I was planning on doing another round of laps around the pool before I called it quits for the day. I had been here since noon so I probably would need a break soon. Most of the team had already gone home for the day and I was the last one, besides Spencer, still at the training pool. When I finished drinking, I stashed the bottle back inside my gym back and headed over to the pool. Pulling the googles down so they covered my eyes, I prepared to dive into the water before Spencer spoke again.

                “How is your coach even letting you in the water with your head injury? Isn’t that dangerous?” He commented and I glanced over my shoulder at him, an eyebrow arched slightly.

                “It was just a small cut, nothing to worry about.” I stated simply. Seriously, he worried too much sometimes. I had tripped the other day and gotten a small cut on the side of my head when I hit against the counter. I had never been the most graceful of people but the cut didn’t even bother me anymore. I doubted it would be effected by a little bit of swimming.

                “Right, yeah,” Spencer muttered but he didn’t sound like he believed me. Shaking my head, I dived into the water before starting the first of the laps. I couldn’t help but smile every time I glanced away from the water only to find Spencer standing at the edge of the pool, a proud grin on his face. He had been one of my biggest fans even before I had made the Olympic team and now was one of my hugest supporters.

                It wasn’t until the third lap when I noticed something was wrong. My head started hurting and it felt like my vision was starting to get dizzy. It was starting to get harder to breathe and I had to come up sooner for air than usual. By the next lap my movements were starting to become more sluggish and my vision was only getting worse. It was almost impossible to breathe and I struggled frantically to get to breathe normally. Suddenly, the wall appeared closer than I had thought and I grunted in pain as I collided with it. I could hear what sounded like someone yelling something but it was too far away for me to make out what they were saying.

                I blinked for a split second before everything was plunged into darkness as I slowly fell into the cold water. 

Three Months Ago

Harry

                I stared at the lifeless form in front of me, lying under the ugly blankets the hospital had. Her blonde hair framed her pale face, spread out on the white pillows one of the nurses had recently switched. She was almost white from the lack of sunlight even though the curtains on the window were open. She had lost weight and looked way too small for my comfort. I had never seen her look this sick but at least she was getting better. The doctors had finally started to notice positive signs and I silently prayed that meant she would be waking up soon.

                I heard someone else walking into the room but didn’t bother looking away from Logan to find out who it was. Logan was more important. She had always been more important. It still felt like a bad nightmare every day I came here to visit her. I felt sick every time I saw her lying motionless in the hospital bed, her blonde hair falling slightly into her face. Everybody had come to visit her over the course of three months. She had received thousands of get well wishes and gifts from fans. The one thing that had failed to happen though was her boyfriend, Spencer, still hadn’t showed up to visit her. After the first week she had been in the hospital, he had just disappeared. I’d heard from someone that he was already dating another girl while Logan was still stuck in a coma.

                “She still hasn’t woken up?” An all too familiar voice spoke and I glanced over my shoulder to find Logan’s mum standing there, her arms folded over her chest as she stared down at her daughter.

                “No,” I muttered. My voice was rough even to my own ears from the lack of talking I’d done over the past few months.

                “You should go get some rest, I’ll watch her for a while.” She offered but I shook my head in response. I wasn’t leaving Logan. I had barely left her side in the past three months.

                “I’m fine,” I rejected her offer. She didn’t say anything but simply nodded and sat down in one of the chairs in the room, pulling out her phone. I didn’t have to see the screen to know she was updating her status for the millionth time today.

                We were both quiet after that and I continued to watch Logan for even the slightest sign that she was waking up. Louis arrived a few hours later, straight from the interview he had had earlier today, with food and I mentally thanked him as he handed me my bag of Nando’s. Chelsea, one of Logan’s many friends, and Logan’s brothers stopped by throughout the day, staying for a few hours before returning to their lives.  

One Month Ago

                “She’s waking up!”

                My eyes frantically flew open at the simple three words. I had gone to bed only a few hours ago but I would have heard those words even in my deepest sleep. She was waking up? She was finally waking up! Louis stood in the doorway of my room, dressed in a pair of loose joggers and a t-shirt, his hair messy like he had just gotten out of bed. His blue eyes were filled with excitement and I quickly threw back the covers and hurried out of bed. It took me less than five minutes to change into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before stuffing my feet into a pair of shoes and running downstairs to meet Louis at the door.

                Louis drove to the hospital, and yes there may have been a few speed limits broken. Thankfully, with Louis driving it took less than half an hour to get there. Logan was okay was the only thing repeatedly running through my mind, as if it was stuck on repeat. Of course, I didn’t mind. Logan was awake and she was okay. Finally, after six months, she was okay.

                Logan’s mum, her brothers, Chelsea and even Alex’s boyfriend stood in the room already, surrounding Logan who looked like she was barely awake. Her eyes were halfway shut in exhaustion and dark circles lined her blue eyes. Her face held a little more color than it had  held for the past few months and I quickly followed Louis to stand on the other side of the bed. Logan’s eyes followed our movements and I smiled down at her.

                “Oh God, Logan, you’re okay.” Louis sobbed, starting to cry for the first time since he’d heard Logan was in a coma. “You’re okay.”

                “Lou…” her voice was rough from disuse.

                “Don’t you ever leave me again, Jacobs.” Louis demanded before he quickly hugged her, wrapping his arms around her. “You’re okay.”

                “Lou…what…what happened? Why…why am I…here?”

                Before anyone could say anything, another person walked into the room and I glanced up in time to watch Spencer walk into the room. Logan’s eyes lit up with happiness at the sight of him but no one said anything in greeting to him. Instead, Alex glared at him while Louis scoffed at the sight of Logan’s boyfriend. He hadn’t shown up once in six months and the second he hears she’s awake, he’s back.

                “Log…you’re okay, babe. I missed you.” Spencer lied, wrapping his arms around her as Louis released her small frame. “I came by every day to see you. I love you, baby.”

                “Spence…” Logan smiled.