𝐋𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢 - w2s' daughter

00

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐
die first- nessa
barrett
└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

.

Harry ran out of the studio and quickly found a taxi to give him a ride to the hospital. He felt as if the taxi driver was driving as slow as he could in spite of him yet he didn't do anything wrong.

Leg shaking, hands trembling, he clutched on to the seat for dear life as if he was in a nightmare he couldn't escape from.

At this point he was sweating and had so many unanswered questions that he couldn't bear to hold on to any longer but he did for his Nia.

It was her he should be worrying about right now not himself. After all these months, he still cared about her despite how they ended things.

Just to think that just moments ago he was chilling with his boys, not an ounce of negativity could be detected. But now he was a worry monster.

Harry laughed at the thought. That was what Eliana used to call him all the time whenever he felt similar to what he was feeling right now.

No wait scratch that, nothing could compare to this gut wrenching feeling in his stomach at this moment in time.

After what felt like a million years, Harry found himself outside the women's hospital. In panic, he threw a £20 note at the driver and dashed out yelling something along the lines of him keeping the change.

As starstruck as the driver was he didn't have time to be dilly dallying, he needed to get inside now- no matter if she wanted to see him or not.

After all, she kept him as her emergency call if she ever gotten into an accident, right? Surely she would've changed it if she didn't want to ever seen him again like she said when they broke up.

But this isn't time to relay negative memories, he needed to get inside and fast!

He sped walked inside, not running in case he alarmed himself but honestly he was alarmed himself.

When he made it to the main desk, everyone seemed so busy he almost yelled at them all to focus on him.

He didn't know what was going on, the doctor on the phone just said it was bad and to get here as soon as he could. So he was here.

After more painful couple of minutes they finally directed him to the floor and room where she lay. He soon realised that it wasn't just any floor but the icu.

Opening the door, silence filled his ears. His mouth filled up with dread and he nearly collapsed onto the floor in despair. It was as if he was in hell.

The love of his life was laying ghostlike on a hospital bed. Harry just couldn't believe his eyes, he refused to believe it.

The worst case scenario that played in his head on the way here had happened.

Slowly making his way towards the chair next to the bed, he silently cried. Cried for all the times they fought, cried for all the times they loved and cried for not fighting hard enough for her.