Kryptonite (A Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Three days...-Chapter 33

_Harry’s POV_

Breathe in, breathe out….breathe in, breathe out. 

I feel a warm hand on my shoulder, “Harry? Are you ready?” Louis says.

I shake my head slightly whispering a shaky no. of course I wasn’t ready, I was emotionally drained, I was dead inside. May should be here with us, perfectly healthy, wishing me luck before I go on stage.

This was our last concert of the tour, I can’t believe I was actually doing this, but management slapped some makeup on my face so I wouldn’t look so pale and tired like I really was, and pushed us out on stage. All the boys were coping differently, but I didn’t cope, I just survived. I’m not happy, I’m not sad, I’m completely heart broken, and angry. 

As we walk out onto the stage I squint my eyes from the bright lights in front of us, screams filling my ears. I flinch away, keeping my head towards the ground. “Hello! We are One Direction!” Liam says, he was the rock of the group for the past week.  He stayed quiet but he spoke to press, he talked to management, the rest of us didn’t do much. I knew he had to be hurting though, he loved her too…

I guess I should fill you in, May isn’t dead. She’s in a coma, and has been for the past week or so. The doctor says it’ll be very unlikely that she recovers. Her Aunt shot the side of her brain, making her lose half her blood and slip into a deep coma. She can’t breathe on her own or anything, she’s frozen, stuck in a hospital bed. They say that if she does ever wake up, she could have memory loss or even paralysis, they say her chance of being normal when if she woke up, was extremely slim. But that’s all I had to hope on, a slim chance of ever being happy again.

I look walk around a bit, Maylaa constantly being on my mind. I needed to be by her side, what if she woke up without me there? I had to get through this concert, then I wouldn’t leave her side. I look out at the crowd, I hear the beat of Live While We’re Young start playing. Liam’s voice along with screaming filling my head, I take a deep breath and try to put a smile on my face. It came out forced though, I see fans holding up signs, some crying in the front row. A few signs though, catch my eye. 

Our hearts go out to Harry, get well soon May! <3

My breath hitches in my throat, I wanted to do the thing I’d been doing for the past week. I wanted to cry.

I suck it up and wait till my part in the song comes, I sing but even I can tell my voice sounds empty. I look at Niall who’s singing the chorus along with the rest of us. He’s looking at the floor as he tries to sing the happy, up-beat song. Kayla was taken when May was shot, the whole scene happened in matter of seconds. May was shot, Lisa was shot in the shoulder. She directed her men to grab Kayla, I ran for May before she hit the floor so I didn’t see much. But I heard the boys yelling, Kayla screaming and crying. Niall, using every cuss word in the book. I heard a lot of different sounds, then Kayla’s scream got louder but suddenly more distant, I’m guessing Niall got punched trying to save her he had a large bruise on his face along with Louis. I wanted to help the poor little girl but I couldn’t think of anything except my love dying in my arms. Or so I thought. We don’t know where Kayla is, but Niall says he’s determined to find her. But sadly, we’re not rained enough to bust into the agency and take her back. May would have been though, she would do whatever it took.

As the songs ends I don’t even realize the next one starts, did I even sing in the last one? I guess it doesn’t matter. I make it through the rest of the concert and dash backstage. I start walking towards the exit, the boys hot on my trail when I hear a voice yell out. 

“Harold Styles! I want to know right now why you haven’t answered any of my phone calls!”

I stop in my tracks, I didn’t need this right now. I couldn’t handle this. Taylor Swift was walking briskly over to me, her blue retro skirt and frilly top blowing behind her, her heels clanking loudly on the floor.