Babysitting little Horan (1D) *editing*

EPILOGUE

After 6 months…

Have you ever felt loss even though the person is alive? The people around you says that he/she doesn’t have a chance to live but you still have a huge hope in your heart?

That's what I'm feeling, what we're all feeling. It's been 6 months since the accident. Harry hasn't woken up since. The doctors said that there only 1% chance that he would wake up. But we didn't give up, after all, there's still a very small chance and we're holding onto it.

School started again and even though I'm busy, I visit Harry every single day. I am thinner now and I let my hair grow out. I didn't cut myself, but I was depressed. The boys are too and we all feel horrible. They were doing gigs and concerts but they don't introduce themselves as one direction.

I was busy doing this crap called trigonometry when Harry's machine whatever it's called started to beep. I jumped from

chair and ran out of the room to call the nurse. They ran back to the room as tears flowed non-stop from my eyes.

"What's happening?!" I asked the doctor but he only shook his head.

"That was a flat line.  I'm sorry." No. this must be a dream., this can't be. I must be dreaming.

"I'm only dreaming right doc? This is not real." I said but he placed his warm hands on my shoulder.

"Sorry ma'am."

I fell down on the floor as darkness took over me.

*Harry's POV*

White. Pure white is all I see.

"Gab? Niall? Boo-bear?" I called out. No answer.

"GABBY? WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?" I called again. Still no answer.

 

Where the hell am i?

 

"You're somewhere between the heaven and the earth son." A voice suddenly spoke.

 

"Who are you?" I asked

 

I'm the father.

 

"Why am I here?"

 

Because you got hit by a very big truck and after 6 months of coma, I decided to take your life.

 

"Why do I feel alive?"

 

You'll see son. Do you want to know what would happen if I take your life?

"Okay."