Top Secret - Harry Styles Spy Story

Chapter 14

Guys! I am back!

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Much love,

Sarah!

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Harry's POV:

I had been non stop freaking out about this whole situation in the car ride, on the way to the hospital.

It's my fault, I should've ran after her when she left me.

When she left me..

I should have never made her say those things, because I didn't want to hear them at all. The other reason is, I felt like she didn't mean it. It seemed like she was avoiding me and keeping something important from me.

Like all the time, lately.

"Are we almost there?" I ask.

"Almost Harry, calm down." Liam says.

How can you expect me to calm down Liam!? The girl of my dreams is in the hospital, alone, drugged up, was raped, and in a coma because of it all. How yould you feel if Danielle was in a coma, spending hopless hours, day, months or even eyars wondering when they'll ever wake up. Wondering when they wake up, will they remember you?

I don't think I could handle it, if Helena didn't remember me. I would lose it.

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We all walked into the hospital and I walked to the counter and started talking to the lady on her computer.

"Helena Field?" I ask.

"Who?" she says looking up at me.

"Room 456, patient C." Niall says adding himself to the covnersation.

"Oh, okay, fourth floor, she's in her own room. She has a visistor right now." the woman says.

"Thank you." I say before turning on my heels to walk to the lift.

All of the boys and I walked into this elevator, thing. It was brown, and yellow, along with worn out buttons, and shaky flooring. To me, it didn't look safe, and felt rickety to all of us. This is why I hate these things.

Once the bell rang upon reaching the fourth floor, we all walked out and Niall led the way.

Niall went up to a nurse at yet another desk, and she smiled. They had a good conversation about Helena and the woman was happy that Niall was here.