Fall ~ Harry Styles

Chapter 17

Holly’s POV:

Less than one week had passed. Scarlett was still in her coma. I just really want her to wake up, to know that she was ok. Every time I think about her my eyes began to flood with tears. So I could only imagine how Harry felt. He had been her best friend since, forever, I can’t even remember when they met. And now he was her boyfriend and he truly did love her so much more than anyone. He wanted her to feel special. He wanted to show her how much she meant to him. He wanted to protect her from any harm. But he can’t. No one can. He keeps blaming it all on himself, but it wasn’t his fault at all. It was the dick head driver who crashed into her.

The accident had made the main news. It was like we couldn’t escape the tragedy for one second. It was on all the TV channels; on all the newspapers; on the radios. People had placed flowers and cards and notes at the junction where it had happened. The police were trying to find the maniac driver. It did feel good to know that people were thinking of her and praying for her recovery in this awful time but I just wanted it all to go away, I wanted Scarlett to be better. And I swear when the police do find out who fucking did this to my Scarlett I will frickin kill the twat.

Harry had got it the worst. He hadn’t moved from her side. He sat every day and night next to her holding her hand, kissing her forehead. He talked to her sometimes too. Even though he knew she wouldn’t reply he still did. In hope that one day when he’s speaking to her she’ll open her eyes. He liked to think his voice comforted her. I was actually getting worried about him. He wasn’t eating much, and his face showed it. His emerald eyes were darker than normal. Beneath his once beautiful eyes were deep purple circles. His pink lips were frequently narrow, the only parted to talk little and eat little too.  He looked constantly tired; I imagined he’d lost a considerable amount of weight.  He was worried sick literally.

Me and Chloe went to the hospital café and brought food up for him as he promised himself that he would never leave her side. I wanted to help him, I really did but I had no idea how to. Suddenly I had an idea.

1 Hour later...

"Hey Harry, I brought something to show you." I chirped. In my hand I held quite a thick book full of pictures of Scarlett and Harry right from when they were kids to pictures from a few weeks ago. I passed it over to him.

"Scarlett made it, I think she was planning on giving it to you as a present but I just thought it might help you remember the beautiful Scar and those beautiful eyes we're going to see before we know it." I smiled. He smiled back gratefully.

Harry's POV:

 I took the book from Holly's hand and smiled back in appreciation. Holly sat down carefully beside me. I began turning the pages, making me feel better in a way yet I still felt guilty. The photographs were beautiful.

Me and Scar playing at the park round the corner when we were 3.

 Me and Scar at a theme park when we were 5.

Me and Scar in her garden on the trampoline when we were 6.

It reminded me of all the times here when I had been too afraid to as her out. The book went on like that. I smiled slightly at the photographs which made me remember all the happy memories I’d had with Scar. Tears were brimming over my eyes, threatening to spill. I looked up in attempt to keep the tears back. It worked but my vision was still slightly blurred and fuzzy. I continued to look through the pages my hands shaking lightly. As we neared the end the memories became more recent.

The time we went to Gemma’s birthday and I’d ended up drunk and slept on the floor.

Me at the beach pulling stupid poses.

Me at the beach pulling more stupid poses.

The next few pages were just me. What? The pictures stopped there. Where were the ones I had taken of Scar? I turned the page to find the next ones empty. I gave Holly a look of confusion.

“What?” She questioned.

“I had taken some pictures of Scar at the beach that same day... b-but they’re not in here.” I said in response.

“Oh... I was with Scar when she was making this, but she said she didn’t like those ones because she ‘looked ugly’…” Holly waited “I tried to persuade her, b-but she wouldn’t shift her mind.” She finished.

“That sound like Scar.” I laughed lightly. Scar was quite stubborn and also self-conscious so it made sense now. Scar was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen but no matter how many times I had told her… she never believed me. Holly looked at me as I thought.

“Holly, do you know where she put those pictures?” I asked.

“Erm, I think so… Why?” She enquired.

“I want her to see how beautiful she is when she wakes up.” I stated “Please can you bring them down here tomorrow?”

“Of course Harry…” She smiled in agreement “You’re so sweet and thoughtful…” She complimented, I had a feeling she had something else to say as the opened her mouth but closed it again.

“Go on…” I waited for her response. She looked up from her hands which were fumbling nervously and gazed straight into my eyes.

“You really love her don’t you?” She asked.

I just nodded and looked down at my jumper knowing that if I responded my voice would strain and break.

She reached over to me as she saw tears in my eyes. She engulfed me into a comforting embrace, and I hugged back feeling consoled. I feel so alone. But now I know that I have two very special and important and caring and loving people here to support me through this. Chloe and Holly. I should have known before but I couldn’t see it. We both pulled away from the hug.

“Sorry.” Holly stated.

“What for?” I replied.

“Making your jumper wet…” I hadn’t even realised as I felt my shoulder was damp with her tears, which fell from her now red and puffy eyes.

“Same.” I replied smiling slightly.

We both laughed. And it felt so good; it was the first time I’d actually laughed since the accident.

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