i refuse to sink.

chapter thirty-two.

Harry's P.O.V

Everything around me stopped. Everything in the world stopped. Everything did, even her breathing.

I laid on top of Morgan burying my head into her neck and cried.

'If we could only have this life

For one more day

If we could only turn back time' I sang quietly.

'You know I'll be

Your life

Your voice

Your reason to be

My love

My heart

Is breathing for this

Moment

In time

I'll find the words to say

Before you leave me today'

"Step away!" Someone shouted and grabbed my shoulder. The man pulled me up and bent down to Morgan. He was a paramedic.

"We need oxygen!" He shouted.

"Is there a pulse?" A nurse yelled rushing over with the equipment.

"We just gained one, lets go." He yelled. She has a pulse?

"Please Morgan." I whimpered. They used the defibrillator to bring her back. It worked, but they were afraid of losing her again.

"Sir, we need to get you checked out." A lady called me over to the second ambulance.

"No, I'm staying with her." I said.

"She will be fine, but you need to get that taken care of before you lose more blood." She sighed and guided me over to the ambulance.

"Are they taking her to the hospital?" I asked as I was put in the ambulance.

"Yes, they are making sure her pulse is strong enough, she will be there after you." She said. I nodded and watched as the placed my girlfriend on the stretcher. Blood was everywhere. I covered my mouth and let out a whimper when I saw the amount of blood she left behind.

The ambulance door closed and I was rushed to the hospital. I totally forgot about my shot, but as soon as someone touched it I screamed in pain.

"No major arteries, you are very lucky. It just missed some major organs and arteries." The doctor smiled sympathetically at me.

"Okay, you have to go to surgery when we get thereto prevent more blood loss. The bullet is still in your body so we need to remove it and stich you up." She informed me. I closed my eyes and nodded. I was in a lot of pain, but I couldn't imagine how Morgan felt.

****

"Ahhh, Mr. Styles your awake. How you feeling?" A man asked. He looked like a doctor. His name tag read 'Cullen'.

I just groaned and closed my eyes. Frankly, I felt horrible. I was tired and my side hurt.

"Well your surgery went great, you should be out of here in no time."

"Thank you." I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He nodded and wrote down some things on his clipboard. "Wait!" I called as he was walking out of the room.

"Yes?" He asked and walked over to my bed.

"What-is- how-is she--" I stuttered.

"They aren't sure right now, its not looking to good. I'm sorry." Dr. Cullen interrupted me. He left the room and I just stared blankly at the wall in front of me. I felt the tears form in my eyes. I tried to blink them away, but it didn't work.

So, I cried. I let it all out. I let all my anger out. I let all my emotions out. And cried.

****

It's been two weeks since the incident. I was at home in my room staring at the black screen on my TV. That's all I did lately, was just think. Think about everything. Think about how much I have fucked up recently.

It's been hard without Morgan, but I learned to cope with it. I mean I did it before, right?

I knew one day that we would be back in each others arms, happily. Like none of this happened. I just had to wait, had to wait for the time to come.

Sometimes, I wish I could do it sooner. I wish I could be with her right now. And just leave everything and go with her, but I couldn't.