Harry Styles One Shots !!

Tour Part 2

Your P.O.V

The flight to Rome was torturous. I cried the whole way, wrapped up in a blanket until the two hours was over. The flight attendant, some people who I assume know me and Harry and what happened to him helped me with my bags and I thanked them through my obvious tears. The looks I'd been getting from passers-by in the airport were ones of pity and sympathy.
I just needed to see Harry. I needed to see if he was okay. I needed to hold him, to kiss his soft lips and tell him everything will be okay.

But I didn't even know if I believed that myself.
I was also worried about the rest of the band. They'd all been in the accident, and a plane crash is volatile and lethal. I hoped to God they're all okay.
Hailing a cab to Clinica Mater Dei, the private hospital where they were being kept, I was shaking the entire drive. I needed and wanted to see Harry, but I was so nervous I felt like I could puke.

After an hour's driving I was informed we'd arrived. I paid the driver in the euros I'd impatiently converted from pounds and rushed to the large building. Gaping, I realised there were a great deal of paparazzi and even some heartbroken fans outside the hospital, blocking my entrance. I didn't even have time to pity the crying fans and hating the swarming paparazzi because my mind was solely focussed on Harry.
I covered my face with my hair and hand as best I could while pushing my way through the bustling crowd of people. It was ridiculous. My boyfriend and his best friends were in there fighting for their lives, and all they could think about was getting a good fucking story.

At last I'd entered the hospital. I shyly approached the receptionist, teary eyes gazing into hers.
"Come posso aiutarvi?" She asked. I didn't understand what she was saying.
"Do you speak English?" I almost whispered.
"Yes." She spoke with a strong Italian accent. "How may I help you?"
"I, um... I'm here for Harry Styles."
She nodded and typed his name into her computer. "He's in ICU at the moment." My heart shattered and a few tears fell. The receptionist, whose nametag read Helena, smiled sympathetically. "Are you a fan?"
"He's my boyfriend." I choked out, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but many girls have come in here saying the same thing. I am under strict orders not to let anyone see Mr Styles other than Miss Y/N and or family."

"I'm Y/N !" I gasped.
"Many fans have also said that. I'll need your ID."
I nodded and rummaged through my wallet for my ID, desperate to see Harry. I handed it over and Helena nodded, handing it back. "Alright then. He is in ICU at the moment, but you can have a seat in the waiting room until visiting hours are open."
"I can't see him now?" I whimpered, gripping my wallet in a tight fist.
"I'm afraid not, Miss."
I bit my lip harshly and trudged to the waiting room, collapsing in an uncomfortable chair and putting my head in my hands. It seemed like hours I'd been sitting here, deliberating about Harry's condition, how he'll be when he wakes up.
If he wakes up.
"Miss Y/N "A male voice called.
My head snapped up and I stood quickly, timidly walked up to the middle aged man. "Yes, doctor?"
"Visiting hours are open. You may see Mr Styles now."
"How is he?" I mumbled.
"He's in a stable condition at the moment, but has suffered severe head injuries and broken bones. From what I can tell he should be up soon, though I expect he'll feel disorientated and maybe temporary memory loss."
"Memory loss?" I nearly yelled.
"I'm positive it should be temporary."
"Okay." I breathed, bracing myself. "What about Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall?"
"I cannot disclose this information. I was only told to inform you of Mr Styles' condition."

"What?" Fucking management .

"I'm sorry Miss."
"I-It's fine." I stammered, though it really wasn't. I didn't want to argue because I really needed to see Harry.
"This way, Miss." The doctor led my into the ICU and my stomach was twisting and turning the whole way. Whatever mental preparation I'd attempted clearly wasn't enough as when I saw my Harry it felt as if my entire world crumbled at my feet.
"Oh God." I sputtered, tears falling as the bruised and broken body of my boyfriend lay on a crappy bed. I cried out slightly, stumbled to his still frame as I tried to find a place I could touch without possible hurting him.