Warzone // Harry Styles AU

Family

*Charlie's POV*

"He's back," I whispered, the tears still streaming down my cheeks. "He made it." I looked at the boys, who were gaping at the heart monitor with open mouths. "He's back!" I screamed, and they snapped out of their daze.

"That little shit," Louis chuckled, but I could tell he didn't mean it. He was staring at Harry, watching his chest rise and fall steadily in awe.

Niall pulled me in for a giant hug, and I squeezed him back with all my heart. The room went into an uproar, with us screeching and yelling in joy, and the doctors wondering how the hell Harry had come back.

I didn't care. They could wonder as much as they wanted. He was back, and that was all that mattered to me.

Watching the medics shock him had been torture. His body had convulsed, and he arched off the bed before falling roughly right back down. Looking at him in the bed now, you would've never known. His breathing was regular and deep, meaning he was asleep. His eyes were closed lightly, and his mouth was slightly parted. The doctors had cleaned the blood from the rest of his body, and the only thing that showed he had been in a fight was the bandage across his stomach.

My hand slid unconsciously up my arm, fiddling with the hem of my own bandage. My cut was deeper than I expected, and they had to completely sterilize it, which hurt like hell.

But I had gotten it easy compared to Harry. Being cut like that twice in such a short period of time had to be nearly unbearable.

And yet he kept coming back. I wondered what was forcing him to do so.

"Hey, mates, could you quiet down?" a frail voice asked softly. Our heads whipped to the bed where Harry lay, a small smile on his face. His eyes looked ready to close again.

"Sorry," we all chorused, and I giggled. Harry licked his lips, and met my eyes.

"Hey," he said, his smile a bit wider.

"Hey," I replied, grinning. Tears still fell from my eyes.

"Come here," Harry whispered, turning his hand over for me to take. I began to step forward, but a doctor stopped me.

"No! He is in a fragile state. He shouldn't even be awake. We put medicine in his IV to keep him out for a while. Perhaps we should add more," he paused. "But stay away from him! Any small thing you do could set him into a coma that he might not wake up from."

"I think I'm fine," Harry said dryly. "I wanted to come back, so I did."

"Wanted to come back?" Zayn asked, and I frowned. What did that mean?

"I..." Harry's brows drew together. "I guess. I don't remember much. It just kinda slipped out. But that must mean it's true, right? It feels right. I wanted to come back."