I Kidnapped Harry Styles

Chapter 28 - Don't leave me

 stood in the middle of a black space, Harry lying on a medical table in front of me. Next to him was a familiar case full of glowing liquids. I ran over to Harry and pressed my ear to his chest, but couldn't hear a heartbeat.

"Agent Angel. Congratulations, I knew you could do it." A chilling voice said. I searched for the source of the voice, but all I could see was blackness.

"Do what? What did I do?!" I cried out, to nothing.

"I think you know. Look down." I did as told, and saw for the first time Harry's glassy, unseeing eyes, his pale skin and his limp body. Gasping I realized what I had done. A scream ripped through the air, and it took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from my mouth.

"You, Angel Queen, have killed Harry Styles."

I shot up, sweat rolling down my forehead. It was just a dream. Turning around I saw that the monitor next to the bed was going crazy. It flashed red, and the line which showed Harry's heartbeat was going up and down, excitedly. Looking over at him, I saw his body shaking violently. His skin was pale, and sweat pooled on his body. A frown was plastered on his face and tears leaked out of his closed eyes.

The moment that the monitor stopped, was the moment my heart broke. Harry went still and the monitor stopped beating. I stared down at his limp form, not being able to form words. A tear leaked down my face, and I screamed. Three people in white coats ran into the room, carrying a defibrillator.

Another man came, trying to pull me out of the room. I punched him and ran to Harry's dead form.

"Harry! Harry! Please don't leave me! Wake him up, help him!" I screamed at the doctors, who had already started up the defibrillator, and were trying to revive Harry. Electricity coursed through him, as his body jolted.

Suddenly I was grabbed again and pulled out of the room, which was slammed on my face. running up to the window, I pressed my face to the glass, trying to get a glance of Harry, or the heart monitor, or something that would lead me to believe that he was still alive. But then the blinds were drawn. I screamed, as tears leaked down my face.

I felt so alone. Harry was the only good thing I had, and now he was dead. I cried harder, until I could feel a headache coming on, and I felt sick. I only had one chance. Maybe they could save him.

Soon tiredness followed and my heavy eyes closed.

~1 hour later~

My shoulder was being shaken, and I slapped whoever was shaking me. The person shook me harder as my weary eyes opened. I looked over to see a young male doctor, with a red hand mark on his face.

"Miss, we have some important news regarding your boyfriend." At this my eyes widened, filling with tears.

"He's dead. Oh god, you couldn't save him." My heart clenched, and I felt as if I would throw up. He was dead.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you. I need you to follow me." I stood up and followed him into the room that had kept Harry. My tears had stopped and were now replaced by nerves.

Harry lay on the bed, pale, sweaty, and alive. The heart monitor next to his bed had a steady pace and he was breathing.

"He is temporarily blind, but besides that okay." The doctor said, exiting the room.

"Harry!" I cried, happy tears leaking out of my eyes.He weakly smiled up at me.

"A-a-angel. I a-a-am so s-or-r-ry. I didn't m-e-ean to ge-e-t ca-a-aptu-red."

"Shhh. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. We're okay now. Mr Shive is dead. Your safe. You can go back to your life. Your family, your friends, your music..."

"You."

"Harry, you don't want me. Your life is perfect now. You don't need me. I was just part of the journey."

"Is that how you really feel?"

"Of course not. Its how you feel." I said, tears in my eyes. Harry reached out, finding my face

"No Angel. It isn't. I've never felt this way about anyone before. When Mr Shive beat you up the day I was taken, I nearly broke down. Seeing you lie dejected and broken on the floor? It broke me. Angel, I know that we haven't known each other very long, but I think, I know, that I love you."

I gasped. Harry said that he loved me. The dragons in my stomach came to life as I replayed his words over and over.

'I love you.'

I smiled brightly down at Harry.

"Angel? I can't see you, and I'm kind of freaking out, so I need to know... Do you feel the same way?"

"Harry. It's just... I definitely have strong feelings towards you... But I'm not ready for love... I'm sorry." He looked sad, but quickly covered his hurt with a smile.

"That's okay. I understand."

"Thanks. Hey, anyway, guess what?" I asked, jumping onto the bed next to him.

"What?" He replied.

"I read Harry Potter."