Collide (Impact Book 2) | h.s. | complete

26. Ready

~Harry~

"Harry?" I startled awake, instantly observing my surroundings. I was in a hospital bed, a thick white bandage covered my hand and my wrist was concealed with gauze.

"What the fuck," I muttered, noticing the IVs attatched to my hands and the papery blue hospital gown scratching my body. "What happened?"

"You don't remember?" Niall asked, checking his watch. "Your mom's flight should have just landed, they should be here soon."

"You called my mom?" I sat up, looking around desperate for water.

"Here," Niall said, reading my mind. He stood and crossed the room to a pitcher of water, condensation rolling down it's side, and poured me a glass. It wasn't until he turned to me that I noticed the bags under his eyes and the gash on his cheek.

"Jesus, your..."

"I know," He said, lightly brushing his fingers over the stitched area. "You lost it last night man, you were hallucinating and you locked your self in the bathroom and smashed the place up," He relayed the story to me, adding in the parts that had come after I had blacked out including when I had slashed my own wrist before slashing his cheek then passing out for good. They had called Matt who had, luckily, been in town for business and had taken me straight to the hospital.

"I'm so sorry Niall, I honestly..." I began but had trouble forming my words. "I don't want to die, Niall, you have to believe me. It was..."

"The drugs?" niall finished, eyeing me wearily.

"Yes, it was the drugs and I hadn't...participated," I chose my works carefully, "In a very long time, but the pressure of the search was getting to me and I snapped."

"I know," Niall said, glancing at the floor. "Which is why I found this." He stood and placed his phone beside me. I picked it up as best as I could with my heavily bandaged hand and narrowed my eyes. It was the tourism page from somewhere in France, a small town with beautiful homes and little markets.

"No offense Niall but I'm not looking for a vacation right now,"

"Look closer," He said and I did, zooming in on a photo from the tourism website for the town. There was a photo of a man at an apple cart and a woman passing him some coins while he held out a round, ripe apple. As I zoomed in closer, I instantly recognized the brown locks and ski-slope nose of the woman I loved. Her back was to the photographer but she had her head turned to the vendor, smiling wide.

"Holy shit." I muttered, looking at Niall.

"I know," He said, nodding.

"That's-"

"Jesus Christ Harry Edward Styles what have you done," My mother's voice startled Niall and I and I chucked his phone across the room at him, which he barely caught bfore it hit the floor. "You stupid, stupid boy."

"I'm fine mom," I said, attempting to brush her off but she grabbed my body nearly lifting me from my bed, and held me tight.

"You are not fine," She said, squeezing me harder, she let me go and gave me a once over before shaking her head. "Where's the doctor gone? Where's Matt? Is Liam here? He always knows what to do,"

"Hey..." Niall said, clearly insulted.

"Oh Niall, I didn't mean it like that," My mother cooed, crossing the room to gather Niall in an embrace. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that," She said, "Both of you."

"Matt had a meeting but he should be here in a little while and the Doctor said to come get him when you got here." My mother nodded, dropping her bag and her trench coat on the armchair next to Niall's. "And I called Liam but he's impossible to get a hold of lately."