Until That Time {h.s au}

prologue

~Harry Styles~

Bright light.

That was the first thing that blinded me the moment my eyes opened heavily. It was a painful light, the kind that made you feel as though your eyes were going to bleed at any moment due to the brightness of the pigment.

The next thing I heard were voices. I instantly recognized that of my mothers, one in tears and her words trembling as the sobs left her lips. It sounded as though her head was buried into my father's chest, the fabric of his shirt muffling her words as my eyes quickly shut.

The light being too unbearable to adjust to.

Then I felt my hands, more specially, my wrists. They were itchy, like tiny pieces of velcro cutting into my flesh. I instantly tried to move to soothe the horrid feeling, but I was trapped. My hands were strapped down onto my bed and it felt as though my heart had dropped into my stomach.

But then I realized that I was not in my bed.

A soft groan escaped my lips as I blinked rapidly, trying to ease the headache working its way through my skull as the bright light slowly began to fade. The sound of a heart monitor echoed through my ears as my eyes opened once again. I looked around the room, instantly noticing the wires and IV's surrounding me as the headache began to grow.

"I must be in Hell," I muttered to myself, grabbing the attention of those around me as I hissed in pain from my head.

"Harry... Harry baby can you hear me?" My mother called desperately as I felt her move to the other side of the bed, quickly pressing a button behind my head as a light bing came from beside me.

"Yeah," I groaned slightly. "I'm not deaf, mum."

"Oh my god," she sighed with relief, throwing her arms around my body as I groaned once more. "I thought I lost you."

Instead of sharing the same relief that my mother had left, my body flooded with aggravation. Where the fuck was I? And why was I here?

My eyes opened for the final time as my mother cupped my cheeks, hers stained with tears along with bags prominent underneath her eyes. She looked as though she hadn't slept in days, still wearing the same clothes I had last seen her in.

My father was standing to the side, his eyes filled with tears as he wiped them away quickly. I noticed the same look of relief in his eyes as my mother's had, only his seemed to be hiding a hint of anger as he placed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

A knock on the door pulled my mother off of me, causing my head to turn quickly to the side as a doctor entered the room. The man that I have known since I was eight years old now standing in front of us as he looked at me with a sense of relief. His white coat had the building's name stitched over his heart, Christ Hospital.

"Looks as though someone has finally decided to join us," he joked as my mother gave him the same death grip, bear hug she had given me.

"Thank you," she whispered loud enough for us all to hear.

Doctor Andrews simply smiled as he patted her back, turning to my father who gave him a firm handshake which I couldn't help but roll my eyes at. He turned to look back at me as he took a seat beside me, occupying the one my mother had been in as she stood by my father's side.

He had been my doctor for years, monitoring my medications and making sure I was responding well to whatever demon they were putting into my body. He was head of pediatrics at the hospital that has become like a second home to me. He was always there the second I woke up, telling me the same news over and over again as my parent cried beside him. Because although over the years... the seizures have started to become less and less, they lasted longer each time. It was now only a matter of time before major damages were done to my brain. My diagnosis was tricky because somehow during these bastards, I stopped breathing. Only for moments at a time, but it was always enough for the lack of oxygen to travel to my brain, leaving me in a much weaker state than before.