Things Left Unsaid

Chapter 6:

Harry's POV:

I'm driving to the hospital and for some reason, there are a whole bunch of people there. Like more than usual... It's odd but I don't think about it too long. I just want to see y/n. I don't care how many people are there. I need to see her.

I walk into the hospital and of course everyone knows who I am. Someone even takes a picture. I don't care though. I walk straight to the front desk.

There is a blond girl standing behind the desk and she turns to face me. She smiles a bit and I can tell she is flirting. She leans on the desk and lookes at me saying, "Can I help you?"

I'm really not in the mood for this.

I ask her where y/n's room is and she looks at me funny and a whole bunch of camera's flash. What's wrong with these people I wonder looking back at the lady at the desk.

"Wait so YOU'RE Harry? Like, the Harry that cheated on the poor girl and made her crash?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked confused. That's when it came to me.

The news report. Everyone saw it, and now they know I was the one texting her.

"Can you just bring me to her please?" I ask trying to stay calm. She looks at me weird once again but ends up leading me to y/n.

When we got to her room I went to walk in but she stopped me. "She's not doing too well. Please keep in mind the damage that was made to her car, she isn't any better. You can talk to her, but it's very unlikely she will respond. We've been trying to get her to respond all day but nothing worked. She is being fed through a tube because she can't even respond let alone eat on her own..."

I've heard enough. "Ok thank you. I want to see her now if that's alright." I said. My anger showing in my voice.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to inform you of what you're about to see. You probably don't realize... How bad her injuries actually are..."

"I'll be fine. It's her I'm worried about. Can please I see her now? I respond, alittle impatient.

"Yes go on in..."

I walk in slowly, not really knowing what to expect. When I see her I almost fall over. She has casts and bandages and many cuts on her face. She's very still and has her eyes closed, but I can tell she's breathing.

I walk over to the side of the bed and kneel next to her. It's all my fault. This is all my fault, and now everyone knows it. I carefully take her hand in mine and kiss it gently.

I begin to whisper to her, hoping she might respond, even though I know she won't. She can hear me though. I know she can hear me. I don't know how... but I can tell she's listening.

Your POV:

You hear soft footsteps coming closer and closer to your hospital bed. It's probably just the nurse again, you think still listening.

You can hear everything and can eve open your eyes, but you choose not to. You're almost giving up. Nobody came to see you and you just feel worthless. You really don't care if you die, actually, you kind of want to. You're in so much pain, you think if you even open your mouth you'd scream.

Then someone grabs your hand and kisses it.

Harry. It's Harry. You know because whenever you were hurting he would always do that. He would take your small hand in his big one and kiss it. Then he'd whisper sweet things to you to make you feel better.

That's exactly what he did.

"Y/n," he started. His voice alittle shaky. "I-I love you so much... and I... I'm so sorry. This is all my fault!" He stopped and started to sob rubbing my knuckles. Then he started again, "I know you can hear me... And I know I hurt you, b-but, I-I need you. I c-can't live without y-you... P-please wake up." Then he started crying again.

They say if a guy cries over you, then they really do love you. But if he loves me, then why did he cheat on me. You think.

You're so tempted to open your eyes and hug him. You want to tell him everything will be okay, but you don't have the strength to yet. You love him, but you need some time.

He stayed until the nurses told him to go. Actually, he tried to stay after that but they kicked him out. You feel him lightly run his hand across your cheek and kiss it before squeezing your hand one last time and he left.

a/n

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