Bump (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15 - Three

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Harry's POV 

     “She’s been comatose for four days now,” Mr. Stanton tells us, “though I don’t know how long it will be.”

     The three of us nod slowly. I don’t want to look at Hazel anymore for doing so will call back the tears, but I need to be with the lads, who look so sorry for her.

     “I’m so sorry Harry,” Niall whispers to me, running a hand on my back. I look down at the ground and sigh.

     “May we ask where Mrs. Stanton is?” Liam asks quietly, still staring down at Hazel.

     For a second there, I thought Mr. Stanton glowered at Liam. It’s hard to read his expressions sometimes.

     “She’s on a business trip again,” he states, “unfortunately even when the accident happened first, she couldn’t back out from the trip. It could have ruined her job.”

     We nod again. That’s just sad to hear; not being able to be with someone you love who’s just recently been through something just so you can keep your job. I’d probably just screw it and be with the one I care about.

     In front of me and Niall, Dylan stands abruptly and mutters in silent anger. He was answering something on his notebook, looks like he couldn’t figure it out.

     “Aren’t you boys going home yet?” Mr. Stanton asks us seconds later, cracking his knuckles.

     Liam and Niall look at me expectantly. I blink at the two of them. “I’m afraid I’m not going anywhere Mr. Stanton.”

     “We would like to say the same Harry,” Liam puts a hand on my shoulder, “but we need to go home. We’re tired and we haven’t got any proper sleep.”

     “Of course,” I reply, “go ahead and get some rest.”

     “Okay,” Mr. Stanton says, “let me escort you two. Dylan come on.”

     “We’ll come back though Harry, with Louis and Zayn,” Niall says. I manage a smile and I hug both of them.

     They go out the door with Mr. Stanton and Dylan on their trail. Paul decides that he will go with the two of them along with Mike, leaving me with Frank and Andy.

     “Bye bro,” Niall calls from the hall.

     “She’ll be fine,” Liam adds, “you know that.”

     They all beam at me, including Mr. Stanton, though only for a second. I wave at them and close the door, leaving me alone with my girlfriend.

     My eyes start to sting again and I gather the courage to come nearer to her. I take her hand, the one that wasn’t smothered with bandages, and squeeze it gently. Her hand was still cold and pale, just like the rest of her. I stay there for a while, staring at her and wondering what would have happened if I never left her.

     You could have prevented it. I know I could have. The accident would have never happen. Yes and there would have never been any more pain for her to feel. My face feels warm again and finally, I release more guilt, more tears.

     It’s tiring to cry, to feel weak. But seeing the girl you love in this state, so broken and helpless, it’s unavoidable not to cry. This is one of the few times wherein a man feels vulnerable.

     “I’m so sorry Hazel,” I stifle through the sobs, “I’m so sorry.” My legs give up on me and I am on my knees again beside her bed, then I rest my forehead against her lifeless hand. I then place my lips against her hand for a long time, as if waiting for her to move.