Words Mean Everything // EDITING AND CONTINUING

Chapter 14: Part 2

"She what!?" We all screamed. Niall shuddered and continued,

"She's at the hospital right now, management called, she was in a coma, unresponsive for the first two days where her pulse was abnormal. Since we were out of state, the medical team was terrible and they diagnosed her as dead, which, she wasn't. That's all they said, but I'm pretty sure we can go visit her now."

"Of course!" Harry yelled, now crying. I hugged him, "let's wait a bit, she probably just woke up.." I said, rubbing his back gently.

He pushes me off and onto the couch forcefully, making me almost healed concussion make my head throb with pain.

"Just because you don't remember her doesn't mean I don't!!" He yelled at me, something he's never done. I curled up in a tight ball on the couch, feeling everyone's eyes on me. He sighed heavily and walked off to his room grumbling something

I can't help that i don't remember her, sheesh.

"Harry!" Zayn yelled, running down the hall after him.

"Jill?" Niall asked softly, coming over and wrapping his arms around me, holding me close.

I wanted her back just as much as everyone else, Harry didn't understand. But, he has been acting strange all week, and it's not just because of Sydney.

*Zayn's POV*

I knocked twice on Harry's door.

No answer.

"Harry, please, open the door, we need to talk." I said, resting my forehead against the wooden door leading to him.

We were out of hearing distance from the others so i spoke quietly when addressing him.

"Zayn?" I heard Harry question, probably wandering why I wasn't Louis or Niall coming to kick his bum.

"Yeah, it's me..." I said, knocking on the door again and this time jiggling the handle that wouldn't budge.

A few clicks sounded and the door opened slowly as a red-eyed, puffy faced Harry came out.

He stepped aside so I could walk in, i obeyed and shut his door behind me. I watched Harry sit on his bed, head in his hands.

"Harry, what was that? You hurt her..." I said, a quiet, hushed tone to my voice.

"I-I what!?" He screeched, wide-eyed, now looking at me. He stood up, shocked, as tears streamed down his face.

"Her concussion still has a way to go on healing, probably a little more now." I said, mumbling my words and looking down.

"How could i," i heard him say, but it was the next words that shocked me the most, never thinking they'd come out of Harry Styles' mouth.

"Zayn, I think I love her..."