December 8th, 2015
You and Harry were going to have a fine day out, and you needed to go to the bank to go get some money for this. It had been the first time in a long while that Harry was actually home and for a while. He could finally spend some quality time with his girlfriend, family, and friends which made him perkier than usual.
The two of you went in the bank peacefully, nothing but small chatter and noises filling the quiet room. The two of you walked up to the counter, Harry saying "Hello miss, can I withdraw 500$ from my bank account?" slipping the license ID under the window.
"You may certainly Mr. Styles." she said, smiling, as she was retrieving the money from within the cash register for him when suddenly.
"FREEZE!!"you heard a man scream. You quickly turned your head to see a man wearing all black and a ski mask over his head to protect his identity pointing a gun, pointed in your direction. "HANDS UP ALL OF YOU, AND NOBODY MOVE!" the man yelled. You all did as you were told and remained silent as the man walked up to where you were, demanding all the money in the cash register be given to him. The lady did as she was told, terrified of the consequence if she did not dare to do as he asked.
The man then walked to leave, but turned to face you and Harry, stopping. He slowly walked towards the both of you, scaring you both out of your minds. "What a fine little girl you are. You, you're coming with me." the man said, pulling you with him by the arm.
"Harry, help, please I-" you cried out, wet tears falling from your face, tugging in resistance to get away from this man before you got interrupted.
"SHUT UP AND DO AS I SAY! STOP RESISTING ME!" the man yelled, slapping you to the ground.
"No, please, I'm scared, please let me go, please." you whimpered out quietly, the man going to pull you back up by the arm before Harry punched him in the chest, making him stumble backwards.
"Listen to my girl, and don't you DARE TOUCH HER." Harry yelled, jumping on the man, trying to get he gun out of his hands. The two of them fought on the ground before BOOM! You watched in horror as Harry fell back down to the ground, clutching his stomach. Before you knew it, Harry was shot, down on the ground with a bullet in his chest.
"Harry!!" you yelled, pushing the man away from him and grabbing his head and placing it on your thigh. Almost immediately the police showed up and arrested the man. The police immediately sent for the ambulance and the two of you were whisked away to the hospital.
When you arrived they told you that you had to wait in the waiting room for a while and suggested you go home. You said "I will stay here, however long I have to, I need to, to see my Harry." you replied, tearing up. You waited until they left you alone in the waiting room to sob.
Why couldn't it have been me instead?
Why did this have to happen?
Harry was so happy and we were supposed to have the best time today.
Harry didn't deserve this.
This is my fault, I could've done something, I just watched.
Harry can't die, he won't, please!
This and many more thoughts swirled in your head, distracting you until you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up to see Anne and Gemma looking at you, tears in their eyes too. "The doctor said we can see Harry now, but he's in a comma." Anne said.
"You should see him first." Gemma said.
"You guys... thank you." You trailed off, walking to the room.
You entered the room, gasping as you saw the horrifying image in front of you. There lay Harry, hooked up to many different machines and monitors with many cord on, in, or around him. You head whirled and spun, and you laid down by Harry not only to comfort him but also so you didn't fall weak to the floor. You remembered a fact about people in comas being that they can still hear you and the last sense people lose when they are dying is their hearing. You decided to talk to Harry, and let him know you were all there rooting for him, and he wasn't alone. You knew he wouldn't respond since he had a huge tube down his throat but you wanted to talk to him.
"Harry..." You trailed off, not knowing what to say. "It's me, your girlfriend, Naya." You hugged Harry close to you and put your hand in his, and you could've sworn you felt him squeeze it weakly. The words suddenly came to you "Harry we're all here, me, Anne, Gemma, everyone. Even the boys. Right now you're in a coma, and it's horrifying....it's horrifying to see the one you love more than anything-"
you cracked off, choking on your tears. "It's horrifying to see the one you love more than anything suffering... Harry we need you to stay with us, all of us, the fans, the boys, your family and friends, me... I need you Harry. You helped me with my battles and now I'm going to help you with yours. I will be right here by your side the whole time, Harry you got to stay strong. I can't keep losing people that mean this much to me in my life. Not again please, I don't want to be alone. Come back to us Harry, I miss the cuddles, the hugs, the kissing for random reasons, the teasing, the sound of your voice, the light in your eyes, that gleaming smile."
You cried, "I miss it all, everything. Please come back to us Harry, please. This is all my fault, if I had done something Harry, I wish the bullet was in me instead and I could take away all the pain and suffering, I could be the one in your place, I could've done something. Now you have to suffer because of me..." You trailed off, Harry squeezing your hand much tighter.
"Yes baby fight, fight like I know you can, we can overcome this sweetie, please... please... I need you more than you know. I can't live without you. Please Harry, please stay with me, please. I love you." You sobbed.
Suddenly the machine flatlined causing you to scream and cry out for help. Everybody rushed in, the nurses pushing their way past everyone. You sobbed, the boys hugging you, tears rolling down their cheeks as they already knew the fate of their best friend.
Their brother.
The boys sung
Liam "You"
Then Louis sung "Make"
After that Niall's voice cracked singing, "Me"
Zayn came in, crying hysterical, "Strong" as the nurses moved away from Harry, there was nothing they could do.
Harry was dead.
