Suicidal (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Stitches

(Harry's pov) "Levi was the reason, he cheated on her and I guess that kinda put her over the edge." Zayn said. You could probably see steam coming out of my ears. "I told him if he hurt her that I was going beat his brains out. Now I'm going to kill him," I said. As if it was on queue Levi walks in. Without hesitating I stand up and punch him in the face. My fist made contact on the right side of his face, sending him to the ground. I jumped on top of him, punching him many times. "You. Almost. Killed. Her" I said in between punches. The boys pulled me off of him. "I'm gonna kill him" I keep yelling, as tears fall down my cheeks. A nurse takes Levi to stitch him up as the boys attempt to calm me down. After about an hour and a half of being in the waiting room, a doctor comes in taking us to the back of the hospital. We walk into the room to see y/n laying on the hospital bed. She was so pale. We all sat around her, waiting for her to wake up. I was still really upset, seeing her in this condition. Tears flooded my eyes soon followed by the boys. I held her hand as we all wept praying that she was going to be okay. After about an hour of waiting, she still wasn't waking up. I laid my head on her stomach, my tears staining her blanket.j

I heard someone crying. Where am I at? I slowly open my eyes, feeling really sleepy. I look around the room. Harry is laying on my stomach, crying. I don't understand. What happened? Why are the boys here. Aren't they supposed to be on tour. I slowly move the hand that isn't being held, to Harry's head. I start to stroke my hand through his soft curls. "What's wrong Haz?" I asked. He looked shocked when he looked up at me. Our eyes meeting for the first time in three long months. Before I could think, he grabbed my face and kissed my lips. I was shocked. I had kissed him before, but it wasn't real. He didn't respond to that kiss. But this kiss, his soft lips were pressed against mine. I kissed back, forgetting how drowsy I was. Our lips moved it perfect synch. It was like a fairy tale. I heard a cough and Harry pulled away. The boys must have had woken up. "Haz, don't hog her," said Zayn. "Yea, we'd like to talk to her and not awkwardly sit here while y'all suck face." Louis said with his mischievous smirk. Harry turned back to look at me, his hands still caressing my cheeks. He put his forehead to mine, looking into my blue eyes. "Why did you do this to your beautiful self?" He asked looking upset.