More Than This (Harry Styles) {COMPLETED}

Chapter 13: Beauty is Revived

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Chapter 13: Beauty is Revived

Harry Styles’ P.O.V.

Watching Emmarose peacefully sleeping was comforting. Looking at her bandaged and broken shattered my heart. After I called the police and Niall called for an ambulance, Emmarose was unconscious. I shook her shoulders and called her name hundreds of times but to no avail. For a moment, I thought I fought a losing battle since the day of the search, and now I lost her for good, but that was before the paramedics arrived.

Apparently, she was still alive but in critical condition as in “between life or death”. I didn’t know whether to be relieved that she was still alive or to be worried that she could die. They put her on a stretcher and loaded her into an ambulance, and I followed her in. The ride there was nerve wracking. The paramedics were sticking needles into her and monitoring all these things on her body. I didn’t know what they were doing half the time.

When I thought everything was going to be fine, Emmarose’s heartbeat sped up before I heard the loud and daunting drone of a beep- her heart stopped. I was stunned. Everything began happening ten times slower. The two paramedics looked panicked as they shuffled for the defribillator. I couldn’t concentrate. I just couldn’t. The monotonous drone of the heart rate monitor paralyzed me in my place. It was proof that everything I had done was in vain. It was proof that I was fighting a losing battle. It was proof that she was not breathing, dead, and gone forever.

The paramedics shocked her once with the defibrillator when I finally came back to my senses. My attention snapped to the heart rate monitor- flatline. It was still a flatline. I screamed for her, but I was held back by one of the paramedics as they administered a second wave of the defibrillator on her. Nothing.

A third shock. Still nothing. She was gone for good. I reached for her hand and enveloped it in my own. Hers were lifeless and cold. She was gone. I knew it. A tear trickled out of the corner of my eye as I cried.

Emmarose’s P.O.V.

Priceless memories flashed through my mind. Each was less than half a second long, but still just as vivid as when they happened. Every memory that I treasured with my family. Everything from my earliest years with my mum when I was three to my first football practice. Everything. My life replayed in my mind, each round increasing with speed until everything spun in my mind. Nothing was adding up. I didn’t understand what was happening, but everything was happening too fast before everything turned white.

I was enveloped in a sea of white confusion. I walked into blankness, confused and lost.

I heard a faint voice calling my name.

“Emma.”

It had a familiar and gentle ring to it, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“Hello?” I shouted into the emptiness. “Where am I?”

I felt a tap on my shoulder and immediately spun around to come face-to-face with someone I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Mum?” I gasped. I was at a loss for words. “Where am I?”

“Don’t cry.” She calmly said as she stroked my head.

I touched my face and felt tears trickling down- tears that I didn’t know were escaping my eyes.

“Listen to me.” She said. “I am fine. Don’t worry about me. Your father and siblings are fine too. Don’t worry about us, but for now, I need you to go back and find Carla. I’ve sent someone to help you. Have faith.”