Harry Styles Fanfiction - Remember Me?

Chapter 299

October 2021
**YOUR POV**
I made my way out into the arena, standing in general admission in a separate section along with Jeff and Lambert.

The lights went out and the intro began. Love On Tour LA night 2 had started.

Everybody sang and danced, screaming the lyrics to Golden and then Carolina. I smiled looking around and thought that I would never get over this feeling, being in that room during Harry's incredible shows.

„Hey, why is the trap door still open?" I asked Jeff at some point, pointing my finger to the middle part of the stage where Harry rose from as I saw the hole in the middle of the floor.

„It should have closed a while ago." He frowned. „I'm sure it will in a second."

I nodded at that and went back to watching Harry singing Adore You right before starting Only Angel.

I danced and sang along to the song, one of my absolute favorites of his debut album.

It was during the chorus that I felt like I watched the same scene that happened back in 2015 all over again when Harry danced around the stage and tripped over his mic cable that was wrapped around his ankle, making him stumble and fall right down into the whole of the trap door that should have been fucking closed a long time ago.

„Fuck! Harry!" I gasped, my hands flying up in front of my mouth. „Oh my god. Oh my god!" I let out as Jeff was already on his way over there.

I froze for a second, seeing the images in my head that I saw happen in front of my eyes here in the exact same arena six years ago.
The show stopped almost immediately and I prayed that he was okay when I ran off and made my way over there. I looked for the entrance underneath the stage were many people already gathered to help. Security almost wouldn't have let me through again, how ironic, but Jeff quickly let them know that they could let me through and eventually, I pushed myself through all the people until I got to him, the sight hurting my heart.

He was lying on his back at the very bottom, the mic cable still wrapped around his ankle, his leg dangling from above. He had a cut on his head a and was clearly in pain when I saw his expression.

Two paramedics where already working on him and it brought back more and more memories.

People from the staff were already trying to pull me away when Harry called my name.

„Y/n!" He let out with a whimper, breathing quickly.

„Baby, I'm here! I'm right here." They finally let go of me and I got closer to Harry, placing my hand on his cheek. To let him know I was there. „What's hurting, baby? What's wrong?"

„My back...I hit my back, Y/n." He opened his eyes, tears sliding down his cheek as he told me that and I thought not again.

„Okay, what else?" I stroke his cheek while the paramedics untangled his leg.

„My...my head hurts...and my ankle, but my back, Y/n...it hurts so much." He breathed. „It's broken...it's broken again, I can tell." He said frantically, the fright and worry clearly visible in his eyes.

„Hey, no, we don't know that, just calm down for now, okay? I'm here, I won't leave you." I told him and he nodded slowly. While the paramedics did their job and got Harry out of the little space he was literally trapped in. I stayed by his side the whole time and tried not to freak out myself.

Again, it was just like back in 2015 when I watched them strap him to the stretcher and up on the gurney.
I was glad that the stuff put up these black what looked like curtains so that the fans couldn't see anything when they wheeled him backstage and out of the back entrance to the ambulance.

The paramedics had bandaged his right leg and the cut on his head. They secured him to the stretcher so he would lay flat just in case something really did happen to his back again, but of course I was praying for it to be okay.

Harry got some pain relievers on our way to the hospital already, making him a little sleepy which was fine to me so I wouldn't have to watch him all tensed up in pain.

I held his hand, sitting right next to him and couldn't believe this was happening again. Everything was fine and then it all happened so quickly, I couldn't even process what was going on. I just hoped he was okay and that we could go back home soon.

I honestly really didn't know what to think or do. The show was over immediately, the staff told the people to leave and I just went with him, not even caring about anything else.

„Everything hurts..." Harry said sleepily, his voice trembling. „I'm so scared." He admitted, so I tightened my grip on his hand a little to give him some comfort.

„I know, baby. It's gonna be alright, just try to stay calm." I told him as soothingly as I could, holding tightly onto the green vest he wore with my other hand. They took it off of him as soon as the paramedics got there and just placed it in my hands so I've been holding it ever since, not letting go of it.

Suddenly, the heart monitor they attached to him started beeping rapidly when I looked at the numbers and then back at Harry.
His eyes were closed now and I knew he was unconscious.

„Harry?!" I asked immediately. „What's happening to him? What's wrong?"

The two paramedics moved quickly, giving him medicine and whatever he needed to help him.

It was all too much for me.

I guess one of the paramedics realized I was scared and kind of in shock of what was going on, so he started to talk to me.

„He lost consciousness. It can happen when people hit their head which he did and that pretty hard. It's possible he already lost consciousness right after he fell." The guy told me. „He could have gotten a concussion, but the most important thing right now is that he gets the help he needs. Don't worry, it's not as bad as it looks right now, so try to stay calm."

I nodded, not even knowing what to say.

Just before we arrived at the hospital, Harry regained consciousness. I was tense the whole time from arriving there to when they took him in and he finally got a private room in the emergency department.
He got oxygen placed around his nose and monitors beeping around him.

He was hardly awake when I was sitting beside him and we waited for the doctor to examine him for injuries.

Seeing him like this again, years after almost the exact same thing happened to him...it was hurting my heart. Looking at him in pain once again...I hated it so much.