Forgotten

Ch 13

Harry**

"Niall.. Niall.. Niall!" 

"HARRY!" I snap my eyes open, as Tayor shakes me awake, as I feel the sweat roll down my face. "Babe.. what's wrong? Nightmares?"

I lean into her chest and wrap my arms around her waist, and cry softly into her neck. She rocks me back and forth in her arms and I begin to slowly drift off, when my phone rings.

"Louis?" I slur

"Harry! Come to Mercy quick! He's in the hospital, for attempted suicide!" he cries softly.

I jump out of bed and throw on my shirt, pants, and shoes. "I'm coming right now!"

I hang up the phone, and swiftly kiss Taylor, and run out of the door. "I'LL EXPLAIN LATER!" I yell as I run off.

I hop in my car, and speed to the hospital in 15 minutes, and race inside.

"Hello sir, who are you looking for?" The lady asks me

"Niall.. Niall Horan" I say between breaths. 

"Room 134, you have an hour" She says, sending me racing to his room. 

I burst through the doors and see Louis, Liam, and Zayn in the room too. Zayn with tears in his eyes, Louis and Liam just staring. 

"Niall..." I say, walking up to him. His eyes are closed, and there are tubes running in and out of his body. "God Niall... I'm so sorry.." I say sobbing

Zayn looks at me angrily, and growls. "You fucking prick. YOU FUCKING PRICK!" He says shoving me backwards, "YOU DID THIS TO HIM! IF HE DIES, IT'S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!"

He pounds my chest, and Liam pulls him away, but Zayn shoves him too. "Fuck you too!" He screams at him, shoving his way out of the room. 

Niall**

"Fuck you too!" I hear Zayn scream at either Liam or Harry. I wish Ii could wake up and talk to them, I wish I could console them, and make them feel better.

I wish I could tell them it's only my fault, and not to worry cuz I'll be fine. But I can't even fucking wake up.

Damn Harry. Why did he have to call me? Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

I was finally beginning to get over him. I was gonna be happy with Zayn, and then he could get over Liam.. but Harry screwed it all up.

"You're not Harry"

The last words I said to Zayn. If I die, that would've been the last thing I ever said to him. Instead of me saying I love you, or you're amazing, or something I meant.

Before I can finish my thought, I feel a set of warm lips on mine. The kiss is soft, broken, and tired.

Harry?

Zayn?