Getting You Back

Chapter Thirty-one: What's Important (Harry's POV)

       "Stop! Harry!" The constant shouting of my name keeps me running because if they catch me they will want to keep me here, they won't let me go where I am needed. As I open the door to an empty room a hand grips my arm and keeps me from entering.
"Harry, please just finish the interview then we will leave." Paul tries to bargain with me. He pleads me with desperate eyes. His eyes flick over to the rep that is right next to him. I know having someone from the top is important but right now nothing is more important than my Halle.
"Lets go back Harry." Liam steps forward. "I promise we will do what ever you need after." Liam's hand comes out towards my arm but before he can touch me I slap his hand away.
"I am not going back there. I have to go." I take a step back to leave the man from the label clears his throat. I stare at him directly in the eyes with one eyebrow raised in question. He should scare me but his authority has no power me. It is me he needs, I don't need him.
"You have to stay Harry. It is a part of who you are, it is your career." He looks at me with a smirk that tells me he thinks he has won. All this isn't a part of me, it is a part of the world I live in. Halle is a part of me. I can let this all go but I can't let her go.
"No, I am going."
"You don't want to hurt your career do you son?" My hands begin to shake with anger as he side steps me. His body isn't as tall as mine but he keeps from the door with his arms spread out. He stands before me with a smirk on his face. He is making me choose between my girl and my career. For so long now I have been picking my career over my girl because that is what she told me to do. Never once has she told me to miss a show or skip out on a meeting because she knows how important my career is for me but not this time. This time it is her or nothing. I am picking her over everything. 
"You know what arsehole." I yell at him causing his arms to drop to his sides. "Fuck you and the interview. And don't threaten me with that shit because you know what? I quit!" The lads gasp at my words. I look at each of them and give me a silent I am sorry. I push pass the guy in the monkey suit and leave the building. The same car I left waits for me. I jump into the back and look at the driver.
"Back to the hospital please and make it fast." I lean back in my seat with the trends #RIPHalleDirectionersloveyou and #StayStrongHarry flashing through my mind. I scroll through my twitter account reading as many tweets as I can under the hashtags. I look up from from my mobile to see the hospital from where the car is. My legs begins to shake up and down with my worry and impatience. How come Alex didn't call me like he promised? The car stops with a screech against the road causing me to go forward.
"Go Mr. Styles." I look up to see the driver giving me a nod of encouragement. "Go where you are needed the most." I jump down from the SUV then run into the hospital. From where I stand I see a big ground by every elevator.
"Damn it." I swear underneath my breath.
"Harry!" A group of girls look over at me with wide eyes and pointed fingers. Before they can move or make a decision on what to do I run to the stair. I run up each step taking four at a time so that more distance is put between the group of girls and I. Once I make it to the eight floor I nearly knock down the door to the stairs. I push pass doctors and nurses to get to her room.  When I get in front of her room her door is wide open and empty.
"Halleiana." I call out expecting someone to answer me from her family on her behalf but no one is here. They're not here, she's not here. The blankets of her bed are smoothed out, erasing the print she left behind. You cannot even tell that she was here. Is this my punishment? My punishment for breaking her heart, for yelling at her for trying to fix us, and for leaving her here defenseless as she "sleeps". My chest beings to tighten as the weight of the world begins to press down on me.
"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." I stare down at the floor wishing that it would open and swallow me whole. "I can't do this without you my darling." What do you do when the only person who made life worth living leaves you behind to survive on your own in this crazy world? I bury my head in my hands as my tears fall down my face. I cry for the life we could of had, for the love that was just thrown away by me, and I just cry for her. When I pick my head up my eyes are dried out and I am constantly sniffling. I can feel the puffiness around my eyes. The gold ring on my chain becomes heavy on my chest. I began to twirl the little pink gold ring. Is this all that I have left of you love?
"Harry." I jump at the sound of my name. Isabelle stands in front of me with her eye brows furrowed. Her eyes linger on my face, taking in my red eyes and noses. How is she alright? Halle is not here, her death is trending, and she can stand here completely fine.
"Where is she?! How can you be okay?!" My voices comes out louder and harsher than normal.
"What is going on here?" Miguel comes into the room. Before my eyes can meet his they focus on the girl in her arms. Her chest goes up and down with each breath that levels her. I place my hand over my heart after I counted ten times her chest has moved.
"Thank God." I whisper to myself. Isabelle goes over to the bed and pulls away the tucked in blankets allowing Miguel to set Halle down. He tucks her in beneath the blankets then presses a kiss to her forehead. A nurse comes in to the room and begins to attach the wires to Halle's skin. Once she leaves I go over to my sleeping girl. Carefully, I put my arms beneath her body and pull her to my chest. I hide my face in her hair. The thought of loosing her enters my mind and it causes tears to fill my eyes.
"I thought I lost you my darling. I thought you left me here all alone." I press kisses to her neck, jaw, and cheek. "I love you so much. I promise I won't leave this place until the day we leave together. I am so sorry." I apologize over and over to her hoping that somehow she can hear me.
"Miguel!" Isabella says in an annoyed toned. She paces back and forth in her spot with my mobile in her hands. She is scowling at the screen at each media outlet that has written an article about Halle's accident. Her agitation is shown across her face with her narrowed eyes and harsh glare. "How did this get out?!This accident can't be public, this is a private matter!" Isabelle curses beneath her breath. "Those dirty New York bastards are going down. This shit ain't workin, I will sue." Her Southern drawl becomes prominent with her anger. Isabelle storms out of the room with my mobile clenched in her hand and her's pressed to her ear. Miguel looks back at his wife with pure adoration and love. He sits down in the empty seat next to Halle's bed then sighs. I can see the tiredness and worry etched into his face.
"Lets talk Harry." I should be nervous but this her father and this discussion is long over due. My own sigh escapes my mouth when I sit at the edge of the bed.
"Please." I answer willingly. We sit in silence for a moment. Miguel tried to think of what to say to me. I extend my hand and put it in Halle's hoping her mere presence will bring me some comfort.
"Thank you for getting me back to my family. I owe you one." He speaks softly. "I never thought we would catch up under these circumstances." His ocean blue eyes remind me of the ones that I have been deprived of. He looks away from me to look at his daughter. I can see the tears that have filled his eyes. "Alex and I have been away for the longest time. But I do know what has happened between you and my daughter."
"I- I messed up. I ruined something perfect and I have no one to blame but myself." I wipe away the tears that fall from my eyes with the back of my hand.
"I wanted to hurt you like you hurt her but I know you love her son. I can see in the way you look at her. No one has been in love with her the way you are. And she loves you too. That's why I forgive you for breaking her. But I also know you put her before anything else." The fight from the interview today pops up in my head. Making the decision to walk out was because I finally realized that she needs to come first. I look down at our connected hands and I know that everything is worth it. She is worth it. I would die a thousands times just to know that she is okay.
"Can I ask you a question?' I ask. He picks his head up allowing me to meet his blue eyes and nods his head.
"Why did you let her date me?" I finally ask after of few minutes of thinking on how to ask him. Someone such as her deserves to have a boyfriend who will be there for her and is able to be a proper boyfriend. He takes in a deep breath then looks up at me.
"You're not the first person to ask me that Harry." I look at him, trying to hide my worried look I can feel forming on my face. "Many people have asked me that. They thought I was crazy to throw my youngest and only daughter in the limelight like that. To shake up her world." I scoot closer to Halle so that her leg is pressed into my side. When I feel her touch I calm down. "Unlike most girls my daughter has not had many boyfriends. She has always said that she wanted to save her heart for the one who would take care of it the most." Miguel's eyes go from me to his daughter. With this one glance I can see the love and adoration he has for her. "You do know Gatlin was her first boyfriend?" When he says that name I remember the tweets and the anger I felt when I saw him with her. I knew there was more than one reason to be pissed when I saw him. "Halleiana and Gatlin met back in the fourth grade. She came home from school with a little note attached to he notebook. It said, "To the beautiful Hals." My teeth clench together at the thought of the little arse hitting on my Halle, even at a young age.
"Why are you telling me this?" I growl at him.
"Because you need to know why I allowed my daughter to be with you. And why I am allowing you to be with her even though you hurt her." I calm myself down so he can continue talking to me. "I know this angers you because the thought of her loving someone else hurts. But at one point in time you did not know of my daughter's existence. You've have dated other before and after she met you. Gatlin is the the boy she dated. And as you know my daughter is a born and raised Texas girl meaning he was the first Southern boy to come into her life. He plays baseball and football, made good grades. He was what I always thought my daughter deserved.They met back in the fourth grade. Halle came home with a smile on her face and a note scribble on her notebook. Though their "relationship" didn't start in the fifth grade they were committed to each other. They didn't know what a relationship but somehow they were doing it right. It amazed me how someone could care about my little girl like that. And as they got older they amazed me even more. He paid for her dinners when we went out, bought her flowers, the all American relationship They made it to the summer before freshman year and he broke my little girl's heart." I look down at my angel. I can see her with tears in her eyes and her plump lower lip quivering. How could he hurt you Angel? How could I hurt? I lean down and press a kiss to her cheek. Without him love we wouldn't of been able to meet, I think to myself.
"What happened next?" I ask when I lean up.
"She met you." I look at him as if he spoke a different language to me. But my confused facial expression only last for a minute before it is replace with a smile. For her everything got better when she met me just like when I met her. I was young when I bumped into her but I had this feeling in my stomach that told me she was someone I was going to need. I fixed her heart and she gave my heart something it never knew it needed.
"Gatlin broke her. She blamed herself, that she did something wrong." Mr. Martinez has his arms resting on his knees and his chin resting on one of his hands. His eyes have a far away look as if he sees the past playing right here in front of him. "She came home with a smile on her face and her cheeks pink when she after she met you." The memory of bumping into her comes to mind. Right as she realized I was on top of her she looked away from my eyes and her cheeks burned a bright red. I think about her then and her now and my baby has only gotten more beautiful with age. "I asked her who she met and she didn't tell me. When ever I asked her who was calling or texting I always got told, "No one daddy." He finally looks up at me and connects his eyes with mine. "I knew she felt something deep for you because she kept you her's. She figured out you were what's important. When she finally told me about you, about everything that happened, and liking you I nearly said no but then you came back for her. When I saw that smile after she opened the front door with you behind it I knew you were important to her. When I saw you holding her last night I knew sh is your world." Normally, I'm not the one to cry in front of people but I feel my eyes fill with tears.
"I promise General Martinez, I will take care of her." He leans over with his hand extended out towards mine. Before I can shake his hand the door bust open with a force causing the door knob to slam against the wall.
"Harry! You've got a lot of explaining to do!"