The Target

Little Mix

Seven and a half hours later Rachel came out to tell us that Harry pulled through. We didn't go home. I was still in my bloody t-shirt and Adam went to the cafeteria to get us something to eat. Harry really went through a lot of surgeries and it was painful every time the doctor or nurse would come out to give us updates. Rachel was very supportive during this ordeal.

Adam came back with a coffee tray with two cups in it. He ran to us when he saw me and Rachel talking. "What- did he make it?" Adam asked, panting. Rachel nodded and went back to telling me all the gory details about his injuries.  I saw Adam taking a sigh of relief when he saw the nod. He is Bipolar. I thought. I mean, one second he is all cruel and mean and a bitch, and the next he is all angelic and caring. What the fuck is wrong with him?

"Can we see him?"I asked Rachel when she was done. "Yes, once we clean him up and put him in a room, you can. But he is in a coma. He can hear you but can't respond." We nodded and she went away. Adam came up to me, crying, and hugged me. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I was, for some reason, petrified. I don't know why but I felt scared when he touched me. I shouldn't feel this way, right? I sucked it up and stood there. Adam let go and I exhaled a deep breath that I was holding. Suddenly, the inspector walked in. I looked at him in anger. He was the same inspector who was there when they first found a lead. "SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS!!" I screamed. "I am sorry, ma'am. We were occupied with some other case," the inspector explained. "I-" "What is it?" Adam cut me off and wrapped his hands around my waist. I closed my eyes to stop the feeling. I can't. I break free from his grip and run straight for the bathroom. I am glad that no one followed me. Once inside, I lock the door after making sure no one was there and cried.

I don't know how long I was in, but when I came out the inspector was gone and Adam was pacing around in the lobby. "What's wrong?" I asked Adam. "Nothing. We can see Harry now." Adam replied, taking a deep breath. I know he's hiding something but I just focus on seeing Harry. We are directed to his room and the sight that caught us took me completely off-guard. "Oh, Harry!" I exclaimed when I saw all the wires feeding to his system. He had casts and bandages everywhere. His head was barely visible under all the gauges. I sat down next to his bed on a stool. While caressing Harry's head, I looked back at Adam who was frozen. He was white with... fear? I don't know how to read him now. Earlier, it would be easy because he was the Adam I had known and loved for so long. But now! It's like he is a stranger. Like I just met him and he scares me.

"You should go and get some rest," I told Adam. He snapped out of his state and said, "so should you." "I am not leaving Harry," I sniffled. There is absolutely no chance of it happening. He shrugged and sat next to me. I smiled. It was small but it was a smile. After a long time, Adam made me smile.

After about twenty minutes, Rachel came in and told us that it's eleven and visiting hours have ended. "Only one of you can stay here!" She stated. 

"You should go. Get changed. I'll stay here," Adam suggested. Should I trust him? I thought. It's difficult after everything he did. He assumed. 

"I'd rather stay. I don't want to leave him." I said. Guess I don't trust him.

"No, he's right. You should go and come back next morning, refreshed." Rachel said. "I'll be here."

I nodded at her offer and made my way back to my home. When I reached home, I was mobbed by my own parents. "Where were you?" "What happened?" "Is that blood? What-?" My parents threw all kinds of questions at me. "RELAX! It's not MY blood. It's-It's Harry's. He had an accident and he is in really bad condition right now. I am going to freshen up and sleep. I have to go to the hospital tomorrow," I told them and left.

That night I went to bed tired. No, exhausted.  Harry's safety was on my mind, making it difficult for me to sleep peacefully. I went to Spotify and listened to my favorite band, Little Mix.  When Turn Your Face started playing, I went back to when Adam and I went to the concert after he gifted me the tickets. We slow danced with each other the whole time and basked in the smooth and slow rhythm of the song. I remember Perrie Edwards actually noticed us and cooed in front of everybody. A tear slipped down my face as I stared at the ceiling and remembered.

I drifted off to sleep as the memory became too painful to bear.