The Love Game (Harry Styles)

Chapter 18

The sun began to peak into the blinds of Jane’s room. I returned her teddy bear from my room, and I guess I ended up sleeping in her room. Last night was just too much. I finally get Jane back, but what’s the point of getting me all happy when I might never see her wake up again? I replayed the 20 minutes we had together once the whole thing was over with. She was extremely pale, hair everywhere, and sad eyes. But in those sad eyes, I saw a bit of who she was before. Happy, caring, loving Jane.

I got up from her bed and walked outside. Marie was making bacon, Niall at her side, bugging her about when they were ready.

“Hey Haz, you feeling ok?” she asks when I enter the kitchen. She slaps Niall’s hand away from the sizzling bacon.

“Sweetie it’s still hot, you’ll burn yourself.” She says like if she was a protective mother. He pouts at her and she rolls her eyes.

“Yea, I think so.” I answered. I sat on a stool and stared at my phone, expecting it to ring, or do something at least. But as usual, it did nothing. I don’t know how I got so anxious about it so I set my phone down and Marie hands over a plate full of pancakes.

“Eat up, we’re going to see Jane today.” She says with a wry smile. I return the small smile and dug in the pancakes.

“But what about mine?” whined Niall. She smiles and pecks him on the lips.

“I’m still making them.” He pouts and sits next to me, his arms crossed. I grab his shoulder and try to keep serious.

“Don’t worry, mate, your time will come.” He looks at me seriously back and holds my shoulder.

“I know it will.” Marie bursts into laughter, and we both grin. Moments later, Marie hands him a plate full of pancakes, much larger than mine, then she sits down with her small stack and bacon.

“Bacon!” yells Niall as he grabs some and bites off a large piece.

When we finished, Niall and I waited for Marie to get ready and we headed off to the hospital. We went in the regular entrance this time and I go up to the young receptionist up front.

“Hello, how can I help you?” she bats her eyes at me, attempting to flirt.

“Which room is Jane Rojans?” I asked, ignoring her attempts to catch my attention.

“Hm, let me check.” She tries to say as sweetly as possible. I turn to Marie and see her roll her eyes.

“She is still in room 22E but if you want to stay…”

“Thank you.” I cut her off and run to the elevator. Marie and Naill run after me, holding in fits of laughter.

“Oh my god, you should have seen her FACE!” laughs Marie. I just smile and press the button to the 5th floor. (A/N E=5 Just so you know ;D.) We got there and see that the hallway was bustling with nurses, doctors, and the occasional walking patient. We found room 22 and went inside. There was Jane, laying down on her bed, with multiple machines attached to her. The room was quiet except for the heart monitor constant, slow and steady beeps. Her chest slowly rose and fell. I walked over and sat on the chair that was on the side of her bed and grabbed hold of her small hand.

“Oh Jane.” Says Marie on the other side of her. Niall stood next to her, without the smile he had earlier. A nurse came in and was startled.

“Oh hello. Are you friends of Jane here?” she asks. We all nod silently and she walks over to my side, since the monitors were right next to me. She scribbled down some notes, checked the IV thingy, and then turned to leave.