Anything Can Happen (Zarry AU)

Chapter 15

So, none of you will expect what happens in this chapter. A lot of you probably won't like it, but it's what i wanted to happen. I really hope you enjoy it, though! A lot is going to pick up after this! Enjoy the peace while it;s there!... Sort of.... xx

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The ride to the hospital was definitely the worst ten minutes of my life. I never once let go of his hand as they plunged different needles into his arms, chest, even one in his left leg. I’d asked them several times what they were for, but I never got an answer. I rested my chin on my hands that were holding his right, and prayed that he’d be okay. If he wasn’t – I wouldn’t be either.

When we arrived at the hospital they ushered me to the waiting room and Harry was rushed to a room I wasn’t allowed in. I collapsed in one of the chairs and put my head in my hands, wishing I’d never pushed him away in the first place. He was right; hell, he was always right. I wasn’t thinking well of myself in order to protect him, but it would only end up hurting both of us in the end. God, why was I so stupid? Why couldn’t that Cooper guy kill me instead of my foster parents? None of us would be in this mess and there wouldn’t be nearly as much red all over these guys’ resumes, either.

I pulled on my hair harshly, hoping to distract my heart from the building pain my thoughts were bringing me. It didn’t work nearly as well as I’d hoped; only pulling me away from Harry for a few short seconds.

And then I froze.

What if he was gone? What if they didn’t get there in time? What if all this was a waste of time, as he was already dead? Tears flowed down my cheeks as I thought all of this, my throat choking on sobs. He couldn’t leave me. He couldn’t die. So many other people in my life had, but he had to be the one that didn’t. I’d step in front of the bullet for him if that’s what it took.

But then I thought back to the whole reason we were in this mess; I so easily put myself in harm’s way just for him, only to turn around and hurt him anyway. Why couldn’t I just have been born into another family? I could’ve still met Harry, we could be together, and I could have a normal life. But no. My stupid fucking parents had to be stupid fucking liars and stealers and have stupid fucking friends that wanted to kill me over stupid fucking money.

I sat in the waiting room for two hours as my heart tore itself apart over the possibility of Harry not being ok. A soft hand was placed upon my shoulder and I looked up to meet the kind eyes of Karen, who looked seriously concerned, but not nearly as bad as me. She took the seat next to me and rubbed my back up and down as I hiccupped. She whispered reassuring things in my ear such as ‘he’s strong, he’ll get through it” and “it’ll be alright”.

I hardly noticed a nurse approaching us. “Excuse me, are you family of Harry Styles?” She asked.

“No, I’m his boyfriend.” I stood up immediately. She bit her lip and looked at the clipboard in her hand as if pondering what to do next.

“Well you’re not really family, but I guess I can make an exception. Come on.” She gestured towards the hallway he’d been rushed down earlier, and my heart rate increased severely. I was going to see him.

“He’s already recovering quite well, but he still has a ways to go.” The nurse said.

“What happened to him?” Karen asked my unspoken question.

“Well, the explosion was enough to throw him backwards, and a piece of shrapnel landed just above his heart. If it were an inch lower he would’ve been killed instantly.” All of a sudden I felt like vomiting. I clutched my stomach as we walked, not wanting to miss seeing him despite what she’d just said.