I Forgot How to Breathe (Harry Styles)

Two

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"Al, look at this picture of Harry!" Phoebe shouts as she throws her phone towards me. It lands on my lap and after a few attempts to reach for it I finally get my hand on it. I lean back against the big white pillow that's been stuffed behind my back and look at the screen.

The picture shows Harry on stage, leaning back with his hair covering his face. All his muscles are tense and it looks like he's screaming. Jeeez, he is so hot. Drop dead gorgeous. I can't prevent myself from smiling when I see the picture.

"Yes, she's smiling! Mission accomplished!" Phoebe shouts out and I throw her phone back at her. Of course the phone misses her and she just laughs. I cross my arms over my chest and pout with my bottom lip.

"I knew a picture of Harry would make you smile! I'm a genius" she says, looking proud of herself.

"Shut up" I answer, but I can't hold back my smile.

I've been stuck here at the hospital for a week now. Or two, to be exact, but I slept during the whole first week. It has been a hard time to be honest, and I don't know if I would make it without Phoebe.

I still haven't realised that I only have one leg. I don't want to admit it to myself really, and I feel like if I ignore it it won't be real. But I know that sooner or later I'll have to move the blanket that's lying over my body and look at my no-longer-existing-leg. I know that I one day will be out of the hospital, jumping around on crutches. I know that I one day will have to go back to school, even if it never won't be the same again.

"Aaaaal? You're getting grumpy again."

Phoebe's voice interrupts my thoughts and I realise that I've been staring out of the hospital window for a few minutes.

Outside the sun is shining. The trees are covered in leafs and the whole nature is stunning. It's the beginning of the summer and so far the weather has been perfect. Unlucky for me that I can't be outside enjoying it.

"I'm sorry. I were just thinking" I say, turning my head to Phoebe. She's sitting on the chair with her legs crossed next to my hospital bed, and that's where she's been sitting most of the time this week. Her blonde hair is still messy, but today she's put some makeup on and changed outfit for the first time in days. Her skinny, black jeans fits her perfectly and her grey hoodie is oversized and looks extremely cozy. Suddenly I feel like a piece of cat poo next to her, with my red hair lying flat against my head and my skin being all oily. I haven't showered in two weeks.

"Jesus Christ, I really need to shower" I grunt and rub my eyes with my hands.

"Thank god, I've been waiting for you to say that the entire week! You look horrible!" Phoebe bursts out. I throw a pen at her but she just laughs and runs out of the room.

"I'll get a nurse or anything, I'll be right back!"

"Great" I murmur. I don't really like the nurses at this hospital. They are a bit too caring for my taste, and threat me like I'm 3 years old.

I grab my phone from the table next to my bed and logs into Twitter. I scroll through my feed and notice that some of the boys from One Direction has been tweeting.

@harrystyles: Thank you London for having us, you were amazing. See you soon. H

@Real_Liam_Payne: aaaah London you were awesome xx and so loud

If I only could afford concert tickets, I think and sigh out loud. I've seen the boys live one time, at that was during their Up All Night-tour, but not since then. And here have been tons of concerts since. I live outside London and actually have perfect chances to see them every time they get here, but I just can't afford the tickets. They are too expensive, so I just end up crying in my room when they're having their concerts.

Suddenly I notice that I have tons notifications. Phoebe apparently turned them off when I was in the coma, and when I woke up I forgot to turn them on again. I scroll through them and see that I've been mentioned in many similar tweets:

@nixllhotaf: @alexrubywatson where are you ?? You haven't tweeted for like two weeks, are you okay ????

@5secondsof1Dafx: @alexrubywatson Alexandra? has anything happened?

@fxckhxrryxx: @alexrubywatson COME BACK U LOSER I MISS U

I can't prevent myself from laughing at the last tweet, so I favourite it. Then I take a deep breath, and decide to write a tweet to explain a bit of the situation. I have a bit over 20K followers, and since so many are wondering I might as well tell them.

@alexrubywatson: hi guys, im sorry i havent tweeted for two weeks. its been an accident and im at at the hospital atm. ill tell u more later, ily all

I read through it one time before I press 'send' and then put my phone away. The second after Phoebe returns with a nurse.

"Are you ready to shower?" asks the nurse, who's called Maria. She's in her mid 30's and is actually one of the few nurses here that I find okay.

"Yeah, I stink" I answer, and right before Maria begins to walk towards me to help me up, Phoebe takes out her phone.

"Wait! I need a picture of this."

"What, why? Phoebe no, I look fucking horrible!" I cry out.

"You're always more beautiful than me, so I want to remember this as the day Alexandra Ruby Watson officially looked like shit. You'll never be uglier than this" she says, and before I have time to do anything to improve my appearance, I get blinded by the flash from her phone.

"Phoebe!" I say with a groan.

"Oh don't worry hun, you're going to thank me later!"

"I highly doubt that"

She looks over at me and for a second I can see a glimpse of seriousness in her eyes. Then she smiles and it disappears.

"Trust me, you will"

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