crescent [h.s]

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cw. this chapter has many heavy elements, look after yourself, but please trust me. i love you. (you can wait till the end of the chapter to say it back if you wish)

Aurora Styles

Accident.

My body snaps into place at the word that haunts my soul, the tears leaking from my eyes dry up immediately, almost reversing back up into my tear ducts as I run on autopilot.

I jump up from my place in the bathroom, still shaking as my dress swishes behind me and I leave the cold tiled room and run into my bedroom, chucking everything I may need at one point, into a bag.

Deli is running after me, following me down the stairs I sprint down, "Rora, it'll be okay, I promise, Elijah called me and he was with Harry–"

I shove my feet back into my converse as my brows are lifted and eyes wide in panic, "And did Harry talk to you! Did you hear the voice of my husband? Did you hear him alive and okay?"

She shakes her head ever so slowly, opening her mouth to try and reassure me again. But it won't work. The only thing that will reassure me, is hearing Harry talk to me.

"Deli, I love you, but I can't sit around so, please, just drive me to the hospital."

"Aurora, please, take a breath, this isn't healthy for you or–"

I'm already running out of the door before I can hear the rest of her sentence. I pause just as I go to open the car door, taking a deep breath and shoving every thought to the back of my mind.

After all, I have no idea what's happened to Harry. My Harry.

Deli joins me, calling my name again, "Aurora–"

I hate it when she calls me Aurora.

Because that means something serious has happened. And in this circumstance, serious means injury. And injury means death.

I'm frozen in place as Deli cuts herself off and shuts her car door, the engine roaring to life, driving off in the direction of the tall building on the water with thousands of rooms and multiple operating rooms with storage closets and refrigerators full of bags of blood donated, syringes and needles.

The journey to the familiar hospital has my blood running cold, thoughts running rampant. And now, I don't even have someone to tell me to stop overthinking, or to limit my thoughts and change the course of the "what ifs" bleeding through my brain, because Harry isn't here.

I'm running out of the car as soon as Deli has parked, barely giving her time to turn the engine off as I'm sprinting towards the wide glass doors, opening and closing on an automatic setting.

I run straight past the waiting room full of terrified family members, slamming my hands down on the desk as everything comes out of one petrified breath, "H-hi, my husband, Harry Styles, he and another man, Elijah Abram-Monroe were admitted earlier, some sort of accident? Are they okay? What type of accident? Why is Elijah okay enough to make a phone call and Harry isn't?"

The lady at the reception puts her hands on top of mine, her eyes soft and gentle, "Aurora is it?" I nod obsessively, my features begging for answers, as she carries on, ignoring me of all the information she has, "Your husband and his friend were brought in via ambulance just under an hour ago. There was a car accident and the impact was almost completely on the driver's side–"