I didn't know what to think, what to say, what to do.
My best friend way laying in front of me in a hospital bed.
The machines connected to my Harry beeped a constant rhythm that seemed to get louder and louder.
-- my fucking heart couldn't beat.
I walked over to his bed.
His face was flushed and lifeless, yet peaceful. His slightly curly hair was placed perfectly on his head as always.
I wrapped my hands around his and I realized --
I would give any damn thing for him to be awake with me.
The machines connected to Harry suddenly started to beep faster and faster. I felt his hand grip mine. Red lights started to blink and flash all around the room. Something was wrong. All of the sudden, doctors started to flood in the room. Their faces showed worry and fear. I could feel my heart break inside me.
Two nurses started to push Harry's bed out of the room.
"Get him to the OR!" one of them yelled.
I ran over to Harry, but the nurses shoved me away.
"Miss, I need you to go to the waiting room." one demanded.
But I ignored her. I couldn't let them take him away.
"Where are you taking him?" I asked.
No response.
They rushed him through the hallway and everyone cleared away.
I caught up to them and attempted to squeeze through the wall of nurses crowding my Harry.
"Miss, you need to go!" A nurse practically screamed at me. She tugged me away from the grip I had on Harry's hand. Her fingernails dug into my arm.
"Get your hand off me, bitch!" I yelled.
She called for security and the next thing I know, I was being hauled away by a large man.
I started to kick and scream and cry as I watched Harry, my Harry, enter a room with a sign on the door that read,
"Level 10 OR"
Never in my life have I ever felt so much pain all at once.
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The waiting room.
An uncomfortable, displeasing, prison.
A room for you to make assumptions about the well being of your loved ones.
My imagination could only create bad thoughts of what was happening in that operating room.
Around me, there were many people in the same position I was. Moms, dads, aunts, uncles, friends, neighbors, all anxiously waiting to hear some news about who they were waiting for.
One by one, doctors made their way to a family, either relieving their pain, or delivering more. While everyone was either balling their eyes out or laughing to their heart's content, I was still waiting for my news.
"Family for Harry Styles?" a doctor said as he entered the room. I looked up and from the corner of the room, emerged Harry's dad. I didn't even know he was here..
He approached the doctor and I followed. Not once did he look at me or say hi, but he reached down and held my hand.
"Harry," the doctor started, "is very unstable at the moment. The car accident has caused a burst in one of his major arteries which led to some internal bleeding." I could feel the grip tighten on my hand from Harry's dad.
The doctor continued, "We are trying our very best to stitch up what we can and within a few weeks, Harry can get up and out of here." The doctor smiled and the grip around my hand had released.
The doctor led us to Harry's room.
There he was.
My unconscious angel.
His body beautifully still.
I held his hand and kissed his cheek.
This is my Harry. My Harry.
"I fucking love you" I whispered in his ear.
And there it was.
The classic jokester Harry,
with a smirk on his face.
I fucking love you Harry Styles.
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ik it took like 8 years, but here's the final part of break.
I hope you liked it.
stay tuned.
ilysm
- hannah tommo
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Fanfiction"I'll protect you from danger. From anything or anyone who harms you. I'll stay by your side, no matter what comes between us. Whatever happens, I'll never leave you. I was meant to be your Guardian Angel."
