Today's the Day (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 17: The Day After the Day From Hell

Harry’s POV

“Are you sure Louis? I mean tomorrow is Valentine’s day.” I said hoping that would force him to stay home. 

“Yes Harry I’m sure. I booked a flight for Eleanor to fly out as well. She loves New York City so I think we’ll be fine.” He said with a reassuring smile.

“Thanks Lou.” I said with tears welling up in my eyes.

I quickly checked my watch and saw it was 5 o’clock and we hadn’t even gone through security. We both got out of the car and ran to the gate. 

 “Just in time gentlemen.” The lady checking the tickets said. 

We quickly jumped on the plane and got to our seats. Within 10 or so minutes we were taking off. Louis was right, I was a wreck. I wouldn’t stop shaking. There was a point where I just sat and cried. Yes I did get weird looks but I didn’t care. Louis did the best he could to comfort me but nothing was really helping. 

8 hours later and we were landing in JFK. We called a cab and told him to step on it. I had to guess on the hospital but luckily I guessed right. The cab ride there felt longer than the flight. 

About 15 minutes later we arrived at the hospital. I sprinted in making Louis grab my bag from the cab. I ran up to the receptionist.

“How may I help you sir?” She asked kindly.

“I need the room where Casey Smith is in.” 

“Oh I’m sorry honey family only.” What. No. Okay I could either just run around and try and find her room or try and see if the boyfriend card works. 

“I’m her boyfriend. I was on the phone with her when this happened.” I said irritated. 

“I’m sorry sir, family only.” She said not looking up from her computer. 

“You don’t understand. You have to let me see her.” I said starting to panic not knowing what else I could do. Then I saw Max running down a hallway towards me. 

“Harry she’s this way!” He yelled stopping half way. I didn’t think about anything else except seeing her so I ignored the receptionist and ran with all the energy I had left in my body. 

My body tensed up as I opened the door. I saw Casey hooked up to a bunch of wires and bandaged beyond belief. I saw to the right of her my Ed Sheeran sweatshirt sitting in a chair. There was a heart rate monitor next to her that had the nurses in the room concerned. It was going down like crazy and they didn’t know why. I was suddenly pushed out of the way by doctors. I asked a few nurses what was going on but they just ignored me. I asked Max what was going on and he didn’t know either. I tried asking a doctor and he ignored me too. I quickly became frustrated and asked again with anger and fear in my voice. No response again. 

“WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” I yelled getting everyone’s attention.

“Sir please calm down or I will have to ask you to leave.” One of the nurses said walking over to me.

“Then please, please, tell me what’s happening.” 

“Well we don’t know actually. She is doing fine with everything else but her heart rate drops when she talks in her sleep. She keeps saying a name--” The nurse was interrupted by Casey moving and whispering my name. I rushed over to her bedside. 

“I’m here kitten. Everything’s going to be okay. I’m here now.” I remembered last time I told her that and look at where she is now. 

I held her hand and Casey’s hear rate shot up at our touch. The doctors just stood there looking quite puzzled. They tested her and they all came back fine showing she didn’t have anymore problems. Well besides the concussion, broken ribs, fractured elbow, the gashes all over her body and the scars they would leave.