You Kidnapped Me... But Gave Me Love (Harry Styles Fan Fic)

From Bad To Worse

Jessica's P.O.V.:

I sat in the hospital waiting room, tears streaming down my face. Louis had an arm securly wrapped around my shoulder. He tried wiping the tears from my eyes, but it didn't work. I couldn't stop my crying.

"This is all my fault." I said through my tears. "If I didn't have sex with you, none of this would have happened. I'm the reason Harry is in that hospital room in a coma." I sobbed into my hands.

"Jessica, don't be like that. After Harry is better, we can fix this whole issue." Louis said with a slight smile. He was trying his very hardest to comfort me. I gave him a slight smile back.

I couldn't handle it. I had made a mistake. A horrible mistake. A mistake I may never be able to fix. I loved Harry with all my heart, and I regret everything I have done. I just wanted to fix everything.

"Lou, I feel terrible. I loved Harry and I still do. He actually meant something to me. But I blew it. I gave up my only happiness. If I wouldn't have gotten so drunk, this wouldn't have happened." I said, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks.

"It's not your fault. It's mine too." Louis said, taking me in his arms and rocking me back and forth. I cried into his chest as we sat in silence.

Harry's P.O.V.:

I just woke up from a coma. I told the doctor's I didn't want to see anyone at the moment. I layed in the bed, tears streaming down my face.

"What did I do wrong?" I whispered quietly to myself. I wondered about this forever. I must not have done something right.

But what didn't I do?

I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, tears continuesly falling. I could barely choke out the few words I had to say.... Or sing, rather.

I should've bought you flowers

And held your hand

Should've gave you all my hours

When I had the chance

Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

But now my babys dancing

Dancing with another man

I then dosed off into a sleep.

Jessica's P.O.V.:

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Louis, I need to be by myself for a while." I said, getting up and leaving the hospital. I sat in the back on the steps. No one ever came back here. I put my head in my hands and sobbed.

Then I hit my breaking point.

I shakily put my hand in my purse. I pulled out my pocket knife I kept with me. I opened it up. I shakily placed it near my wrist. Then I counted.

One.

Two.

Three.

And then I was out

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Lainey