Harry Styles One Shots !!

Tour Part 3

Your P.O.V

It'd been two weeks and Harry still hadn't woken up. I was having withdrawal symptoms, I swear. It was becoming increasingly difficult to do even the simple things like eat and sleep. I spent most of my time at the hospital, watching over him. Whenever I left it was to buy food that wasn't tasteless .

The first week was alright, as far as feelings go when your boyfriend's in a coma. I had hope and Doctor Smith said physically, Harry's health was improving.
The second week was worse - much worse. My hope for Harry had lessened as he didn't move as much. When I spoke to him, he didn't really respond and when he did it was just a twitch. I cried a lot, holding onto his hand, but I preferred to let go of my emotions when his family weren't around. When I cried he'd respond the most, fingers seeming to loosely clutch mine, brows moving as if he was frowning. It hurt to be with him, but it hurt more to be without.

I entered his hospital room with a take-away bag of McDonald's. Unfolding the brown paper, I took out my fries and chewed slowly, staring at Harry's still form. It was something I did a lot lately, but I couldn't help it. I desperately needed to be here when he woke up.
His eyelids fluttered and his fingers twitched, but this wasn't anything new. He did that a lot, and I'd taught myself not to feel excited at every movement or the false hope with tear me apart.
My lips parted in shock as Harry's eyes opened fully and he groaned lightly. I shot up, leaving my food on the chair and edging closer, leaning over him, feeling tears of relief and happiness well up in my tired eyes. Harry sniffed and gazed at me, confused. "W-what -?" He started to speak but ended up coughing instead. I let out a sob and hurriedly wiped my tears as I grabbed the cup of water by his bedside table and held it to his lips, gently pouring the liquid down his dry throat. I pressed the button for the nurse as I set the cup down. Harry struggled to sit up and I wrapped an arm around his torso, easing his body up and readjusting the bed's incline so he could sit up.
"Thanks." He spoke quietly and took my hand in his. "Why are you crying, baby? What am I doing here?"
Before I could answer the nurse, Amanda, entered and smiled brightly when she saw Harry awake. "You're awake!" Her Italian accent was stronger than ever.
Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at me quizzically. " Did I sleep for a long time?"
"About two weeks." I responded as Amanda began doing all the necessary check-ups.
"I'll call the doctor." She smiled and left.
"What happened?" Harry gaped at his bandaged and bruised body. Most of the bruises had faded into a pale yellow, but it still showed clearly on his lightly tanned skin.
"You were in a plane crash. Do you not remember any of it?"
"A plane crash?" Harry gasped and winced as it obviously caused him some pain. "W-were the boys on the plane with me?"
"Yes." I said quietly, stroking the back of his hand for comfort.
His brows knitted together in worry. "Are they okay?"
"Yes, they're in a better condition than you actually. I wasn't allowed to see them but from what their families are telling me they should be out with a broken bone or two. You were all lucky to survive. Really, really lucky."
Harry sighed in relief and looked down at entwined hands. "Where's my family?"
I suddenly realised they weren't actually here. "They'd left to get some lunch. I have to let them know you're awake -"
"In a minute." Harry smiled at me. "Are we in Italy?"
"Yeah, in Rome." I informed him. "You crashed on the plane two hours after you left for tour."
"Tour?" He gasped. "Tour's not for another two months."
At that moment I remembered what the doctor had told me about Harry having temporary memory loss and bit my lip, looking into his eyes. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"Um..." He chewed his bottom lip as he contemplated. "Us going ice-skating and having fun afterwards." He wiggled his brows and I laughed.
"Mr Styles." Doctor Smith entered our room, silencing both of us. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay, apart from some pain in my ribs. But it's not too bad."
"That would be because of the morphine." Doctor Smith picked up the clipboard from Harry's bedside. "What about mentally? Any memory loss?"
"He can't remember anything that happened in the last two months." I inputted. Doctor Smith nodded and scribbled something down.
"This memory loss may or may not be temporary. If not, you're very lucky you've only forgotten a few things."
Harry nodded and grinned. "Gracias." He said to the doctor, his Italian accent so terrible I had to cringe and look down, making him and Doctor Smith laugh.
"I'm calling your parents now." I told him.
"Let me, it'll give Mum a heart attack." He giggled.
"Do you want that?" I rolled my eyes. "It'll make her scream or something. Besides you can't even hold a phone, you're too weak."
"I am not weak." Harry protested, though from his slumped body and bandaged limbs he didn't really have much to prove his point.
"Sure. I'm calling." I dialled Anne's number and held my phone to my ear, putting it on speakerphone so Harry could listen in.
"Y/N!?" She answered and I heard the sound of other people talking in the restaurant.
"Hi, uh, I have good news." I was terrible at this.
"What is it? Is Harry responding more?"
"He's awake!" I yelled, smiling so wide my face hurt. Harry snickered at his mother's reaction.
"What?" She basically screamed down the line and I winced, pulling the phone away from my ear. I could still hear her call the news out to everyone else and then uproar of voices. "I'm coming, I'm on my way." She cried and hung up before I could answer.
I set my phone down and sat on the edge of Harry's bed, running my fingers through his hair before pulling them back in disgust. "Your hair's so greasy."
"Not my fault. I haven't washed it in two weeks."
I moved his limp hair out his forehead and kissed the soft skin. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm great, honestly. It hurts a bit but that's expected, right? I was in a plane crash, for God's sake. I'm lucky to be alive."
"Yeah, I said that like two minutes ago."
"Shut up. When can I see the boys?"
"I don't know. When you've fully recovered, I guess. If one of them feels better before you they'll probably visit."
"They are okay, right? Honestly." He peered up at me; worry clear in his green eyes.
"From what I know, they're all recovering fine."
"Good." Harry paused, and then randomly gasped. "I've been so rude."
"Huh?"
"How are you?"
"Me?" I frowned, confused. "I'm, um, fine. I guess."
"Are you sure? You look terrible."
"Thanks." I rolled my eyes.
"You look really tired and sick baby, get some rest."
"No. You've just woken up. I want to stay with you."
"Fair enough. I'm so fucking hungry."
"Oh!" I started when I remembered the McDonald's I bought seconds before Harry awoke. I leaned over and grasped the bag, handing him my burger. "It's a bit cold, sorry."
"It's fine." Harry took a huge bite out of the burger. I helped him in his food , I actually wasn't hungry at all seeing Harry was really enough for me .

Being the caring person he is, Harry refused to take another bite and looked up at me. "Want some?"
"No, I'm not hungry." I inclined the food to his mouth.
I was about to speak when the door to his room burst open and Anne flew in, tears falling down her cheeks as she threw herself at her son, hugging him tightly but gently. Harry's eyes widened and he nuzzled his head into her neck, doing his best to hug her back. His family all crowded around him, crying and smiling. I took a few steps back, standing in the corner to get out of their way.
"I love you so much." Anne cried and Harry laughed.
"I love you too Mum. Calm down."
Gemma hugged her brother and kissed his temple. "You have no idea how happy we are that you're awake." There were tears glistening in her eyes.
I stayed quiet through their whole family moment, until Harry realised I wasn't by his side.
"Y/N?" He twisted his head - one of the only parts of his body that he could move - around to find me.
"Hey." I emerged from behind Des, his Dad.
"Come." I walked up to his side and held his hand, feeling his squeeze mine gratefully. "Where have you been staying?"
"A hotel." I mumbled as I played with his fingers.
"Oh." He rubbed his thumb across my hand, reminding me of when I did the same countless times while he lay unconscious. I fell into a silence as I let Harry talk with his family, just occasionally squeezing his hand or stroking the skin. I knew it brought comfort to him, so I continued to onwards, catching him smiling down at me every so often.

Hours later, it had gotten dark so Harry's family left to go back to the hotel. I was slumped in my chair, leaning against my hands, trying to sleep. Harry was snoring loudly, an unfinished tray of dinner still on his lap. I removed the tray and set it down on the bedside table, picking up an empty tub of chocolate mousse and chucking it in the bin. I turned back to sit when I saw Harry staring at me, smiling.
I jumped, hand flying to my chest in shock. "What're you doing awake?"

"I remembered something." He muttered, twiddling his fingers. "I'm not sure if it was just a dream though."
"What did you remember?" I asked as I sat on the edge of his bed.
"I remembered my Mum saying something to you, about me. It's very vague."
"She did talk about you while you were in a coma." I said.
"Oh. That must be it then. She said something about me telling her that I wanted to marry you."
"Yeah." I felt my insides twist slightly; nervous he was about to tell me she was wrong, or that he'd changed his mind.
"I also realised I hadn't said something to you. Since I woke up, I mean..."

"What is it?" I bit my lip nervously.
"What I should've said hours before is that I love you. And I'll always love you, because you make me so, so happy. You flew to Italy and stayed for two weeks, in the hospital all day and all night just so you could be with me. That's amazing, Y/N . No one else stayed as long as you did. Not even my family. You have no idea how much that means to me, how much you mean to me."
I smiled as I felt my heart flutter and butterflies fill my stomach.
"I meant what I said." He continued. "To my Mum. I do want to marry you. I know we're both young and have been together only for almost two years but I know, Y/N , I know it's you I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I'll be damned if anyone took you away from me."
"I love you." I whispered, tears filling my eyes.
"I love you so much more." Harry spoke quietly. "Kiss me."
I leaned down and enveloped his lips in mine; kissing him with all the love and passion I could muster. I needed him and he needed me. It was a fact. It was an unchangeable, irrevocable fact.

And I couldn't be happier .

THE END !!!!

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