Not All Love Stories Are Rainbows and Butterflies. (Sequel to TDTLF)

Chapter five: sneak peek.

Time moved in slow motion as I jumped out of the still moving ambulance. I clutched El's hand for dear life as my legs sluggishly tried to keep up with the EMTs and doctors wheeling her to the operating room. Soon enough, I was pushed back by two male nurses telling me that I couldn't go in. I knew mentally that they were right, but my heart.. my heart told me to go after her.

"I love you El.." 

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"Everything is going to be all right Harry. El is a tough girl, she will push through this," Liam's soft voice filled the waiting room. I stopped walking back and forth and stared at the group around me. Red noses and puffy eyes all stared back at me with sympathy and worry. This should not be happening, not anymore. Life was suppose to get better, we were back on track! But right now, all I know now is that I felt the love the my life stop breathing in my arms. 

I slumped back into the plastic yellow chair next to our sleeping children. Their usually peaceful dream state faces were replaced with little tear tracks and brows furrowed together. I pulled Aliv and Beau back into my arms and rocked them silently humming the tune that El used to sing before bedtime. I took a couple of deep breaths before giving Aliv to Zayn and Beau to Liam. 

"I don't know if I can do this anymore guys." I whispered quietly. "I felt her slip, she cried about how much it hurt, and I couldn't do anything to help her... She was.. was so cold.... So dead, and I couldn't do anything about it. I just feel so helpless!" I sobbed into my hands, my firm walls breaking. "So much.. blood, everywhere. So much."

I felt a hand start to rub my back slowly in an attempt to calm me down from my hysterical state. I looked up to see Niall with a softhearted smile as he handed me a bag, "Harry, I swung by the gift shop.. Why don't we get you changed out of those clothes?"

I followed his gaze, staring at my blood stained clothes. I nodded numbly, I just need to get it off. I need to scrub it all off. I can't.. I just can't have her.. blood.. "So, so much blood Niall," I whispered to him as he lead me to the nearest washroom.

"I know, Haz, I know." I looked at him as he began to lift off my shirt carefully. Niall was humming softly, the same song El sang the day before. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch anymore...

"El, you promised you would fight. El, please come back to me." I cried, brushing my fingers in her hair, wiping away the blood from her forehead. There was blood everywhere and on everyone, it just wouldn't stop no matter how much pressure they put on. The knife was still there staring me in the face.

I failed to protect her, this is all my fault. "El, I love you so much ya know that? I loved you the first time I ever laid my eyes on you. I couldn't stop staring at your beauty, oh darling. I found myself swimming in your eyes, it was the only thing I could dream about until our first date. But then I was told I wasn't allowed to be myself, the world changed me. They wanted me to be someone I'm not, when I've always been the little baker boy for Holmes Chapel. I'm that boy that loves you, please just try for me. I know you can."

The beeping sounds of the monitor started to get faster as the medics tried everything to stable her. "She's crashing!"

"No, no, no, El, please keep fighting," I whispered as they removed her gently onto a new stretcher. I watched as they placed the silver paddles onto El's still chest. The faint shouts of “Clear'' and the electric charge up as they began to save El's life.

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"Harry, please.. you need to eat something. El wouldn't want you to do this to yourself," Jean waddled over to me carrying a tray full of food. I nodded my head as I helped her onto the uncomfortable cafeteria chair. I knew the boys were only using Jean to guilt trip me into listening to her; no one could say no to Jean.

It's been three hours since they took my El behind those metal double doors, two hours since the last update from an intern, and one since Zayn took the kids away for the night. I didn't want them to sleep in a hospital waiting room for their mum. In reality, they do not need to hear that El didn't make it from someone that deals with death everyday. I want.. I want to be the one to tell 'em.

"Harry, please eat," Jean's whined as she noticed that I hardly touched my food. I just could not get myself to eat with the memories of a battered and bloody El in my arms. My stomach churned at the sight, the dried blood still stuck on my hands, I just feel numb right now. "Tell me what's on your mind." 

I grabbed a greasy fry only to put it back down again and sighed, "I just, I just can't believe this is happening.. Ya know? I felt like we were finally closing in on happiness. El was getting so much better and she wasn't using her second side as much and the seizures were decreasing. I want El to experience the mirth of life and not all this hurt."

"I understand Harry," Jean sympathized as tears gathered into her eyes. 

"I don't know Jean, I don't know. I'm just at a lost for words," I shrugged my shoulders silently. I got up from my chair grabbing the still full tray. "Come on, I'll see if I can get Paul to sneak us some pizza," I chuckled as I helped Jean back to our awaiting fate.

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 "Mr. Styles," a motherly voice called, "Mr. Styles, please wake up." I groaned a little as the soft pushes to my shoulder ceased to exist. When I finally opened up my eyes I was met with sorrowful brown eyes. It took me few seconds to register that this was El's surgeon. 

"How-how is she?" I asked quietly, not wanting to know the answer. My hands began to shake as my knees began to jump up and down quickly. The doctor sat down next to me sighing, in that moment I noticed how young she really was. 

"Well, El.. El came into the operating room with multiple rib fractures, a collapsed lung, cuts, three broken fingers, a black eye, and an eighteen inch knife in the middle of her chest," She breathed out slowly. "She first got her heart stabilized after we paddled her a few times. Then we went to work to fix her collapsed lung and to get the knife out of her. The knife missed her heart by three centimeters and with any wrong movement, El would have been dead. My team and I extracted the knife carefully and then focused on the collapsed lung. We inserted a small tube to help drain the extra air and allow the lung to re-expand." She smiled triumphantly, but the smiled fell quickly as she looked back at the the manila folder in her tired hands. "We ran tests upon El and.. I'm so sorry Mr. Styles, but El was.. El was raped."

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so here is a sneak peek of what I'm trying to write.  I don't think its very good, but please let me know your thoughts.  Guys, I really want to connect with my readers more.  I will give any feedback on stories you create. I could become an editor! anything.  If you ever want to create like fanart, that's cool too.  I'll give dedications and shout outs in my chapters. Maybe have some contests.  Please guys, I want to talk to my silent readers. let me know your thoughts.

Thank you,

EL.