He has my heart. L.s.

5

* days have passed*

HARRY'S P.O.V

I will not open my eyes. No it's not happening. I know as soon as I do Niall will fuss, I only half remember what happened. I groan softly as I start to to open my eyes.

I glance to my right and I see Niall, asleep. I look to my left and see Greg, asleep. Wait what the fuck is on my face...oh my God what if it's a spider?! Wait why would a spider be on my face? Hm. I feel like it's suffocating me. What an asshole, spiders trying to kill me. Psh.

"Hey fucker!" I rasp.

"Oh my God Harry you're awake!" Niall's eyes suddenly snap open to him. I try to sit up, but I learn quickly that it was a bad idea.

"What the hell is on my face?" I rasp out again, my voice is rougher.

"A breathing mask, it's helping you breathe," Niall says looking at Greg who's going toward the door to get a doctor I assume. "Harry you almost died!"

"I'm fine," I cough a little this time. "Honest."

"Harry you're always fine...always...but are you truly fine? Harry he almost killed you. You weren't breathing. Even Zayn and Louis were freaked out!" Niall snaps beginning to pace a little. "Harry you can't just lie out of this, I have to tell someone!"

"Niall you do that an-"

"And what? You'll stop being best mates with me?" He snaps. "Go ahead! I rather not be your friend than have you dead!"

"Ni I'm not going to die," I mumble the breathing mask makes my voice sound weird. "I will always be here until I die of old age. That jackass won't kill me."

"You didn't see yourself that night....you were in pain and gasping for air, you have scratch marks from where you were trying to get yourself to breathe, he didn't kill you this time but he will, he will Haz-"

"Stop it! Just stop. Drop it."

The doctor comes in Greg behind him. Of course the doctor is all smiles. Did I mention I hate hospitals I hate them so much, so damn much.

"Mr. Styles," he smiles. "Glad to see that you're up!"

Niall just stares at me his eyes big and filled with worry, I know what he wants. He wants me to go to the police and spill my guts out on how cruel my Dad is. He doesn't understand, nobody does. My Dad is my Dad I may hate him, but I don't know Mum loves him and I won't break my family apart.

"Mr. Styles how do you feel? Do feel that you breathe on your own?" He asks. I nod wanting to get this thing off my face the doctor removes the mask, I take a deep breath it hurts a little but not as bad as it did.

Wait what even happened. I remember being in pain, not being able to get a breath in, but why?

"So. I'm sure you're curious what happened," He says. "Am I correct?" I nod again. "Basically four of your ribs were fractured and one broke which punctured your lung."

Now I get while Niall was so worried, I mean he's always worried. "Oh," I mumble looking at my hands.

"Good news is we went in and fixed everything so you should heal quite nicely, it's Wednesday now so you should go home in about a weeks time," the doctor smiles and then leaves. "You'll have a scar on your chest, but it isn't noticeable."

I look down my gown, sure enough there is a scar but it isn't all that noticeable. Four days have passed. My family isn't even here, but Niall is and that's what counts. I wonder if Niall even called my family.

"Ni did you uhm-"

"You're Dad answered so I just hung up in knew he wouldn't care."

I nod moving the bed to sit up. Greg ruffles my hair smiling. He's always been like a big brother to me.