Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

105. The Dream Team's Dream

~ Harry's _ POV +

"Sorry for making you be here instead of out on your birthday" Vanessa told me with a hint of guilt pulling at her words.

"You didn't make me stay" I assured, "I chose to be here"

She turned her head to me from where she sat next to Liam on his hospital bed, his sheets still wrinkled from the trauma of the doctors and nurses saving his life and Vanessa's eyes puffy from the constant tears escaping her body. Tears I wish I could make disappear with something as simple as a hand gesture or a series of words.

"Still, anything's better than being here and watching my brother and I agonize" she looked back to Liam, bringing her small hand to his.

"I'm not here for me" I simply said.

Would I prefer to be out having fun with my friends or just stay in all night and watch rubbish movies? Of course I would. Although this day is meant to be 'all about me', I refuse to have it that way. My birthday just happen to have fallen in the cycle of many mourning days we have. It's all just timing, today was just any other day at this moment.

I fumbled with the new ring that complemented my hands, turning it left and right around my finger.

"You should leave early tonight" Vanessa spoke having me look up and begin to protest.

"No, I'm absolutely fine with being here Vanessa"

"Well I insist Harry" she shot back, making me just exhale and lean back in my chair in defeat, "I know you've got this whole 'being selfish' thing going on but give me a chance too. It's your birthday" she cornered me.

I huffed, shifting my body to one side of the chair and held my stare on Liam's face.

He looked so...peaceful. I suppose others would beg to differ but to me any form of sleep was a form of peace. And to be asleep for so long, to be isolated from the world for so long, it seemed like a heaven I'd happily become an angel for.

As strange as this might sound, I liked watching Liam as this happened. I liked watching him get away from all the problems this earth could create, I would remember the times when he was awake and screaming at me. I'd manage a smile to the memories.

I'd imagine us swapped, me in the bed and him here watching me and remembering all the troublesome schemes I'd get his sister and myself into. But then I'd wonder, why on earth would Liam support me through a coma? I have no true meaning to him.

"I'm going to the vending machine" Vanessa interrupted my thoughts, "I'll be back in a couple of minutes"

I nodded, debating on whether I should go with her or not but she was already gone by the time I'd come up with a conclusion.

I sat in the painstaking silence, wondering that if I were to talk to Liam if he could hear me.

Standing from my chair, I slowly shuffled to the bed feeling as if I were to get to close Liam would wake up and become a different person and attempt to choke me like we were in some cheap horror film.

But I managed to sit on the chair Vanessa was previously on, and again watched Liam.

"Some fun you're having huh?" I laughed nervously, "God I hope you're okay, Vanessa's hoping you're okay although she keeps telling herself you're not" I hesitated, "You've got to stay strong for her mate, give her some good news. She's been longing for that"