Tomlinson to Styles [Harry.S] *COMPLETE*

Waking Up - Chapter 4

*Harry's P.O.V*

Damn. A coma? Really? It hurts to know I did this to her. Louis remained silent. I'm pretty sure he was crying. I thought he was but I know I was. I felt like crap. I knew Louis hated me now. I did this to his sister! She'd hate me too when she woke up. I knew it. I've just blew my chances with her for good. Good going Harry. I hate myself so much! What a jerk I am! She simply said she wanted juice not alcohol but nooo, stupidity itself had to go give her alcohol which, can I add, she's allergic to. Ugh!

*Louis' P.O.V*

I could hear Harry sniffling into his arm as I cried silently, not wanting Harry to hear or the nurse for that matter. I knew Harry thought it was his fault but, honestly, it wasn't. Well, in a way. Harry's prone to doing things like that, I should've warned the boys she was allerigic. It  wasn't anyones fault. Not completely. I just wanted her to wake up. Eventually, I lifted my head and spoke, "When will she wake?"

"If you'd have given me a chance to explain before putting your head down and let me finish you would've known," she said snobbily. I'm not sure if i liked this nurse... "She's not in a full coma..." I didn't let her finish. I jumped up off the hard, wood chair and cheered. Nurse Alyssa coughed, catching my full attention again. I sat and stared into her eyes. Beautifully grey with a hint of blue. Gorgeous. Snap out of it! I have a girlfriend! 

"Anyway," she continued, "she's just in a light coma which is basically a long sleep. A couple days at most. Now, if you'd like, you can see her..." she carried on talking but Harry and I were already racing down the hallway to her room. The nurse sighed. 

*Alyssa's P.O.V*

I heard footsteps padding into my room. I knew what was going on, I could hear. I wish I had the energy to lift my eyelids to see the beautiful world again. A person, either Louis or Harry I expected sat on the chair next to me. They sighed. This must have been frustrating for them. Right now, Harry'd be beating himself up inside for giving me alcohol. I knew it. I knew him. Someone was walking away, probably out of my room. Seconds later my bed delved a little on the left side.

"Al? Wake up beautiful. I want to see your eyes. Those pretty little eyes. Please c'mon baby?" It was him! Harry! He caressed my cheek and planted a small kiss on my closed eyelids. For some reason, I felt a lot mare alive. Awake even. My eyes seemed less heavier. Now was the time. I knew I could do this. 

"Hello Harry,"