Deception - H.S

Chapter 92

Hope Whitlock

The moment doctors told us Harry was stable after giving us the results of the blood test I have been glued to Harry's bedside. His hand was in both of mine, pressed against my lips.

They still didn't know if he was going to wake up. Harry had a mild concussion, a lot of alcohol and excessive amounts of oxycodone in his system. On top of that, he hadn't been taking his medication so he also had symptoms of his heart condition playing a role in all of this.

It pains me to see the extents to which he was willing to go through to get rid of the pain he must have felt. Abusing medications in that way...

My heart shattered at the thought of losing him and even six hours after being said that Harry is stable, that pressure on my chest continued to remain.

Louis and Liam had been checking in every half an hour but then I convinced them to stay. They felt awkward showing care for Harry, yet all that soon went away when we grew more tired. Now, Liam and Louis were asleep on couches that had been requested for in Harry's room.

The beeping of the machines and watching the waves of his heart been has been keeping me sane, convinced that he was going to wake up any moment.

Niall hasn't left the hallway, I can hear him pacing around occasionally and then feel him lurking at the threshold of the room, probably contemplating whether or not he should approach me. I couldn't even look at him for what he has done, telling Harry that I was dead? What the actual fuck is wrong with him.

I needed to hear his reason, wanting to know from him if it was worth it, if it was worth Harry risking his life but I wasn't ready to talk to Niall yet. My sole focus was Harry. At this moment, I couldn't bring myself to care for Harry's lies either but for my own sake, I need to ensure that I don't go running back into Harry's arms before a proper conversation.

"Fuck..." I hear a soft whisper that was barely audible which has me rising from the chair. "Leave my ha-" Harry starts pulling his hand back from me, his eyes still closed but he cuts himself off, taking that same hand and smoothing his thumb over the back of it.

His eyes snap open, shocked green ones meeting mine as if he had just recognized my touch. Those beautiful green eyes flick between mine in disbelief.

I couldn't explain the relief I get seeing that he is awake, that pressure on my chest fading the longer I see Harry conscious.

"Hope?" His voice was scratchy as he spoke.

"I'm right here..." I whisper, intertwining our fingers.

"H-how are you- fuck- am I dead?" he pinches his eyes shut, a small crease between his thick brows, "I should be in hell and you definitely don't belong there." I chuckle slightly, glad to know his witty mouth was still there.

"Hey..." I kiss the back of his hand, squeezing it slightly, "This is real. I'm real. Niall lied to everyone that I didn't make it." I let him know the truth.

"You're here? Alive?" he whispers and I nod, pecking the back of his hand once more.

"I'm gonna call the doctor..." I try taking my hand back which is an action Harry rejects, "N-no, don't go."

"Haz, you need someone to check how you're doing."

"Five minutes. Please." His eyes gloss over.

I give in, sitting back in my seat.

"What the fuck happened after the show?" Harry rasps, sounding angry, betrayed and hurt, all in one.

I contemplate whether or not to get into the story right now or call the doctor. My mind told me to call the doctor and get him checked but my heart knew he needed the answers. After believing that I was dead, he deserved them and god knows I'd want the same.