Change My Mind- Zayn and Harry Fan Fiction

Angels Fly

*1 year later*

Harry's POV:

Seyma is still in coma. You are still not there with her. You are still unable to touch her skin, kiss her soft lips, embrace her in your arms. Looking at her from the top makes everything seem like a film; as if you were the audience of her life. Next to Seyma's bed is Niall, stroking her hair, looking straight into her eyes.  He was now her guardian in the reality but you will always be her guardian angel from Heaven. 

The memory of your funeral flashed in your mind. Everyone was there- your mum, your sister, your grandparents, your uncles and aunties, your cousins and most of all, the boys. You remember seeing your mother's face when Niall did his speech, talking about what type of person you were. Knowing that someone actually bothered talking about you made you feel loved and needed. It was a bit strange listening to Niall's speech when really it was you who beat him up until he was bleeding, bruising, coughing up blood. You were the one who tried to make him stay away from your girlfriend but you have failed to do so, since he is the one with her now and not you. Tears started to fall down your cheeks when you felt someone stand next to you and tugging at your arm. It was your baby. It was yours and Seyma's baby. You knew that Seyma thought the baby will look like you however, she was wrong. The girl who stood beside you looks just like Seyma. Her eyes were the only thing that she got after you- the green eyes. Although when she died un-born, in Heaven she is a 6 year old who can speak, write, read, walk etc. She tugged harder every time you ignored her. This time she tugged really hard trying to get your attention. You bent down and looked straight into her beautiful, vivid eyes.

"Daddy, who's this girl with that boy?" She looked confused as if she didn't know who those people are. She looked so beautiful just like her mother. You looked down at the hospital room again. You remembered the time when you ran to Niall's apartment just to see Seyma crying in the corner of the room in his apartment. That's when she told you that she was pregnant with your baby. Then you felt scared, shocked and happy at the same time. You felt mixed emotions. You slightly smiled while turning to your daughter again. 

"That's mummy and uncle Niall." You couldn't lie to your own child about her mother. You couldn't tell her the whole truth about why uncle Niall was there and why mummy was in coma in the hospital. 

Seyma was in there because you got drunk and pushed her off the stairs. You remember when she started to fall and you didn't even help her; you just stared at her body collapsing lower and closer to the ground. Niall was there because you couldn't take care of your own girlfriend. Your daughter looked at you again. 

"It's not your fault daddy.It's ok." It was as if she read your mind and knew exactly what you were thinking. She is so smart but she will never be able to go to school to show her intelligence to others. You felt the need to go back to Earth and just look at Seyma from close up. You grabbed your daughter's hand.

"We're going on a little trip to mummy." 

*5 minutes later* 

Transporting through Heaven to Earth took quite a while for you. You still weren't strong enough to do this so often but today was a special occasion. Seyma's birthday. You and your daughter were now stood by the bed, in which Seyma was lying in. Niall was sat beside her bed. You bent down to Seyma's face and kissed her lips softly. You whispered 'happy birthday baby' in her ear, making sure she will hear you. You looked at her face once again. She still looked perfect even when she couldn't respond to you. 

"Daddy, daddy! Can I hug mummy?" Your daughter said. She never felt her mother's smooth skin or, her delicate touch. 

"Sure honey." You lifted your daughter form the ground and placed her next to her mum on the bed. She hugged her tightly and said:

"I love you mummy very much. I miss you!" This brought tears to your eyes because by now, your daughter was hugging her mum tightly and she was also crying into her neck. You wish Seyma could feel yours and your daughter's touch; so she could know you two are here. 

"Honey, we need to go now. Mummy is tired and she wants to rest. We'll come back tomorrow."

"No daddy. I want to stay with mummy!"

"Look here's the deal. We go now and tomorrow you can spend the whole day with mummy, ok?" Your daughter slowly released her grip from around her mum's neck, still crying while climbing into your arms. She nuzzled her face into your neck and cried about leaving her mum. You kissed Seyma's lips for the last time and said:

"I'll see you tomorrow beautiful. Sleep tight." You were holding your daughter tightly as you both came back to your house. Heaven.