One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Saved //Harry//

Harry grabbed his car keys walking to the garage. He unlocked his car door and got in starting it up...
You hummed to yourself as you pulled up into the driveway. You used the garage remote to open it. You waited patiently for the door to open. You pressed the gas gently parking the car next to Harry's car. You were confused as you glanced into his car and saw him inside. You quickly got out the car and rushed to his car.
"Harry?!" You banged on his car window. He was slumped over onto the steering wheel. That's when you realized the car was still running. The fumes from the car were extremely harmful to inhale for a very long time. Since the car door was locked you had to find away to get to him. You ran to the tool box in the garage and grabbed a hammer. You used the hammer to break the window. Once all the broken glass was moved out of the way. You reached into the car, unlocking the door. You pulled Harry out by his shirt onto the cold concrete ground.
"Harry?" You shake him gently. You felt his kneck for a pulse. You could feel it, but it was very faint. You opened his mouth, breathing air into it. You then start to pump his chest.
"Stay with me Harry." After doing CPR on him for five minutes you called the ambulance. When they arrived the immediately loaded him onto a stretcher and into the back of the vehicle. At the hospital a detective came to you, asking you questions about Harry.
"Is there any reasons you might think of that would cause him to do this?" You shook your head as you ran a hand through your hair.
"No, when I left the house this morning he was fine!" You said confused about everything. "I know him and he wouldn't do this." You tell the detective. You would believe that Harry had tried to kill himself. It was ludicrous.
After waiting for an hour or more the doctors finally allowed you to see Harry. You walked into his room, your heart breaking when you say him lying there. The heart monitor beeping, wires shoved down his throat and nose. You grabbed his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Please wake up." You whisper to him. Harry's hand twitched slightly as his heart monitor started to speed up. "Calm down." You tried to tell him, scared of what was going on. Harry gasped, sitting up. He pulled his hand from yours reaching for his neck. The tubes were starting to choke him. He pulled them out, coughing. You watched him, stunned.
"Harry?"
He looks at you, his eyes getting red as the started to fill with tears.
"I'm sorry," he croaks.