Tongue Tied [H.S]

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Tick... tick... tick... tick...

That's all we've been listening to... just waiting for you to wake up.

Just wake up. It's all we need. It would fix everything.

It's your birthday tomorrow, Luna. Big 19. I remember when you would complain to me about how you felt like a 'baby' being 18. Especially because you're the youngest out of all of us.

You're still the baby of the group though. Nothing's gonna change that. Not my fault you were born in the wrong year.

The doctors have taken you off of the anaesthesia, now It's all up to you. I know you can do it. When you're all better we can throw you a huge party. You may not think 19 is a big year, but every birthday is a big one.

I'm not one to pray, I've never really done it before, I feel like I'm just talking to the wall at this point. But I've been praying recently like there's no tomorrow. Paisley said It's good to pray during 'desperate times' and believe me, I've never been more desperate for something in my life.

I think this is like day 5 that I've been writing in this stupid thing. Freya bought us all little journals last week so that we could write our feelings down or something like that. I didn't know what to write, so I just decided to make this journal about you, and how we're just waiting for you to wake up.

Who knows if I'll ever even give this to you to read? Maybe one day.

Niall has been annoyi-

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"does anyone want to play a game of uno?" Niall interrupts my train of thought from across the room.

"yeah sure, if you don't have a sook because you've lost" Liam snaps back.

"funny you say that Liam. Because I'm not going to lose. You are actually" he responds, causing me to sigh.

"come on Harry, you haven't played a game since we've been in here" Niall says to me, sitting up from his seat on the couch.

"nah, I'm not really feeling it" I say, slouching down in my chair next to Luna's bed.

"wrong answer. get up and come play" Faye demands.

I sigh before standing, closing my journal and placing it where I was sitting. "fine, but if I hear one whine come from this pricks mouth, I'm done" I say, gesturing to Niall.

"don't you worry your curly little head about that one, Haz. I'm gonna win. I know it."

I walk over and sit on the right of Niall, when Liam is on the other side. I don't want to say that I sat on this side of Niall on purpose because I know whatever card I put down will determine what Niall puts down. But I did sit on this side of him because I know whatever card I put down will determine what he puts down. And It's funny pissing him off.

Zayn shuffles and deals the cards. Seven cards each. I pick up my seven and try not to smile over the fact that I literally have three '+2' cards and a '+4' card, along with the normal number cards.

You are screwed, Niall.

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Long story short, the game lasted about 10 minutes before it ended with Niall throwing his 12 cards across the table, leaving everyone in hysterics as he goes and sits on the couch across the room with his arms crossed.

Yeah, he lost.

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A few hours have passed and It's now around 9pm, everyone other than Faye and I have fallen asleep in various parts of the room, Niall is on the couch that he chucked the shits in, obviously, Freya and Paisley are spooning on the larger couch across from Niall, Zayn and Louis secured spots on the chairs around the room, and Liam just passed out on the floor.