I Fell In Love With My Step Brother (Harry Styles)

Chapter 33

Harry's POV

My phone rings. I don't move. I sit, and stay. I cant move. My body is numb, the pain is gone. I have no reminder that I am week, except that I have no reason to stay alive. Callie is my life, she is gone, who needs me? No one. Before I can think any more of these suicidal thoughts, Louis barges into my room. I don't flinch. He walks to me and picks up the phone on my bed beside me. He answers.

" hello?...yes...oh my...not at the moment...yes...okay...I will...thank you." He drops the phone. " Harry come on we have to go. I don't care what kind of funk you are in but we have to go to the hospital." He starts pulling me up.

" Why?" My voice is barely there. Its scratchy and thick. Not even a whisper. But Louis gets it.

" Callie." That one spoken name makes my world crumble all over again. But this time, I don't fall to my knees. I don't lay on the ground not moving. I make an effort. I run. Anne and Louis follow behind once Louis told Mum everything. And then we are off. I have one thought in my head...

Please be alright, Callie. Please, please, please.

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Callie's POV

I try to lift my eyelids, but they won't budge. I can't move, I can't see. My body aches, my throat is sore, my head is spinning, yet I cant do anything. I cant make any movement to stop the pains. Why am I like this? What did I do? Where am I? And here comes the kaleidoscope of memories again. Finding Eleanor and Harry talking lovey-dovey in the room, Me calling the wedding off, going to a hotel, then drinking vodka. I don't know how many I drank. I lost it after that. Did I pass out? Am I in the hotel bed? Am I just experiencing a really bad hang over? I don't hear anything. No TV, no chatting, no airplanes passing by, not even the fan on the ceiling whirling around. Maybe...

I don't finish the last thought before falling asleep.

~This MAY or may not be a dream~

I pull myself out of the hotel bed. I miss Harry. I think I will go see him. I grab my keys and get in the car. I listen to Ed Sheeran CD the whole way there. The house looks the same as when I left it two days ago.

The front door is unlocked so I walk in. Then I trudge to Harry's bedroom. I knock once softly. No answer. I knock again and the door swings open. Louis opened it. harry is sitting on the bed. Not doing anything. He just sits and stares at the wall.

" That's weird," Louis comments looking at ne strangely. He is looking right at me. I am weird?

" What is?" Harrys voice is horrible. its not even a whisper. It sounds thick and croaky.

" There is no one there, but I know there was a knock." Louis explains looking at Harry. Harry looks up slowly and I hear his neck pop. He looks at me.

" Callie," Harry whispers. I smile. He grins back. Louis gets in front of me to talk to Harry.

" Uh, there is no one there." He turns to look at me. But it looks like he is looking through me. Why can he not see me?

" Its Callie," Harry says, voice still croaky. He stands slowly. His body cracks and snaps everywhere as he moves.

" No its not. Liam!" Louis shouts. Liam rushes into the room. Aw, I have missed these guys so much.

" Do you see Callie anywhere in here?" Louis asks. Liam looks around puzzled. He glances around everywhere. Right over me. And he doesn't see me.

"No." Liam replies. " Why?"

" Harold thinks Callie is here." Louis says.

" She is. She is right there," He gestures to me.

" Where?" The boys ask. Harry gestures to me again. I reach for his hand. He smiles and puts his hand in mine. But it falls through. My hand starts to fade out like a shadow or something. Harry looks at me, confused. He pulls his hands up to hug me and I fall into them. But I fall through Harry. What is this?

" Am I dead? Am I a ghost?" I ask.

~MAY or may not be the end of the dream~

My eyes open. Okay, that wasn't real. I am not dead, right? I cant hold my eyes open any longer. I close them. The light was too much. Its too bright. Oh, no. Am I dying right now?

" Callie," I hear a voice say. I know that voice. Its Harry. " Please, show a sign that you can hear me. Anything. Blink, move a finger, sniff, stick your tongue out, anything."

I slowly twitch a finger, hoping it moves.

" Oh, you can hear me. Callie, I missed you so much." I can hear the tears in his voice, the sadness. " I love you. I never wanna leave you. Please, stay here. With me. Don't let go." He sobs. I feel his hand in mine and I gently squeeze it. I love him so much. Then comes the memories again. All of them. Every single one. And I let go of Harry's hand. He hurt me. He cheated.

" No, Callie. Let me hold your hand." Harry says. I slowly lift my eye lids. The light is bright white still. Heaven? I blink my eyes a million times to adjust. And I can see. A white ceiling is above me. I hear a beeping noise. I look to where it is coming from. A heart monitor. And a lot of other things are over there. Oh no. I am in a hospital. From drinking.

" H-Ha-" I cant get the rest of the name out before a coughing fit takes over. I cough and cough, sitting up. Harry hands me a glass of water and I accept it. I down it in 3 seconds and hand it back to him. the coughing stopped. My body is still a little sore but not too bad.

" Callie," Harry says.

" no don't. I- I don't w-wanna hear ex-excuses," I stutter out and take a deep breath.

" Its not an excuse. its the truth. Please. Its an explanation. please, let me explain it to you." Harry sobs again.

" Fine." I say. " You have 35 seconds."

" Thank you so much Callie. I love you," Harry says.

"32, 31.." I trail off.

" What you heard, me saying those things to Eleanor. It was for you. I needed a girls opinion before I said it all to you. It was what I was going to say at the wedding. But I know nothing about what girls like to hear so I got Eleanor's advice. She said she loved it so I said, girls think alike so if she likes it, you will. So then I said Im glad you like it. Callie, I would never cheat on you. I love you. I will never leave." Harry says.

So he wasn't saying them to Eleanor? I look into his eyes. I can tell when he is lying to me. He isn't now. he is telling the truth. He loves me. Not Eleanor.

" That was more than 32 seconds," I manage to say. He laughs and I smile.

" Do you believe me? Will you be my fiancé again? Please?" Harry begs.

He hurt me when he didn't try to find me. When I was in the hotel I thought surely he would come around and notice my car. But he didn't.

I think he knows my answer to his question.