be there || h.s.

nine

IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY, GO READ @sawyerhosanna STORY "OUT OF MY ELEMENT" (1) BECAUSE IT'S GREAT AND (2) IT'S AND ESSENTIAL PART OF OUR MERGING OF STORIES. Also, I've been told by my friends that they were upset with how the story line changed (Amelia coming back into Harry's life). If you are upset, I'm sorry, but this story will get more and more intriguing, your opinions will be changed, trust me...

| hell is loving you in my sleep and waking up alone |

Harry and Amelia had stayed the night at the hospital that night. Amelia slept next to Eden in the hospital bed while Harry slept in the chair. He woke up with the sorest of muscles, the air conditioning blowing on his olive skin, forming goose bumps on the top of his arms. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked to his right to see his girls fast asleep. He smiled lightly as he rose from his chair.

Harry walked over to the side where Amelia was sleeping on and lightly shook her awake, "Emmy, I'm getting some breakfast. Would you like anything?" he said running his fingers through the roots of her hair.

"No, I'm a little nauseous, really. Would you grab me some crackers and water?" she said with a soft morning voice, wiping underneath her eyes.

"Okay, love," he said pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Gently he fixed her covers back to their original position on her body, leaving the room with a soft sigh. As his eyes met the bright, hallway lights, he was all of a sudden met with a short, throbbing headache. He dragged himself down the spiral of stairs to be greeted by the sound of various people. Some of them being the patients. The feeling of sympathy overwhelmed his heart and created a heavy burden upon him. As he went to the cafeteria, where various restaurants and cafes were built within a circular area, he stood in line behind a man. He looked about Harry's height, hair shaved off a bit on the sides and back with a quiff, somewhat of a rugged style. They were both in a soup and salad facility waiting for their orders. Harry grabbed a pack of crackers for Amelia on his way out from the restaurant after he paid for his light soup.

As he was walking out, he bumped into the man that was standing in front of him, knocking over his caesar salad.

"God, I'm so sorry, man. Can I buy you another meal?" he said bending down to help clean up the mess.

"No, it's quite alright," the man said, keeping his head low and his voice soft.

"No, I insist. It'd be my pleasure." He obviously still had the sympathy in his heart, and was willing to do whatever he could to make this man happy.

"I said I'm fine!" the man shouted raising his voice at Harry, making him stand up quickly out of fear.

Realization swept over his face. He knew that voice, he knew that style.

"Liam?" he said with eyebrows furrowed, and the deepest feeling of disgust. Liam didn't answer at first, but subtly turned his head away from him, for he couldn't bare to look Harry in the eyes.

"Stand up when I'm talking to you," he commanded, forcing the shameful lad to rise to his feet.

Harry grabbed Liam by the arm and dragged him out of the public eye and outside to front entrance of the hospital, towards the gardening area.