Last First Kiss (One Direction FanFiction)

Wake Up

~Harry's P.O.V.~

The slow drone of the moniter faded away and all I could here was the raspy breath of my love laying on a plastic sheet inside the insanely white room. I was clutching her hands until they ran cold... At that point I was immediately worried so I kissed her hands until the blood stream made its way back up through her hands. My hands grew sweaty and the boys all saw the expression on my face.

~Niall's P.O.V.~

The look on Harry's face was intense but mostly the deepest and darkest pain. It hurt me to even look at him, his devotion to Julia was stunning. It felt like Savana and I were just... I don't know. Some sort of thing that never lasts forever, a small, uncommiting relationship. Like an open relationship. I wanted someone who would love me forever, sit with me in an old rocking chair when we're old and someone who would love me for me, not just for Niall Horan from One Direction, the cute Irish lad. I could feel my heart pounding beneath my shirt, I was getting way more jealous over Julia and Harry than I ever imagined possible. I didn't fancy Julia, even though she was stunning, and I loved Harry to bits as a mate, but I feel like I should end everything between Savana and I, I just didn't know how. I found I was biting my nails as I always do! A nervous habit of mine.

~Harry's P.O.V.~

"Wake up Julia. Just wake up. I can't stand to see you like this, my heart's frozen in mid-drift. Just open your eyes, speak to me." I clutched her hand tighter and began to throw my head into my hands. She wasn't going to make it. It was getting worse. She didn't do this to herself, you did this.

IT'S. ALL. YOUR. FAULT. HARRY. FREAKING. STYLES.

I threw myself against the thin wall, punching it with despair. Slamming my head against the wall and knocking out as many brain cells as possible.

I DID THIS TO HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What happened to my right to live? I didn't deserve to live. Her parents are going to hate me, kill me even. I can't believe I would, let alone could, do this to her. My parents would be just so ashamed. I couldn't do that to my mum. I couldn't have done that to Julia.

My fists were hammering the wall, the pain wouldn't go. The pounding in my head was deafening. Soon I felt a strong pair of arms around me.

"LET GO OF ME NOW!" I roared, struggling to pull away from the grip the person had on my shoulders. Their strength was defying all that was possible. Not only was I a killer, I couldn't even protect myself from this person that was unbelievably strong.

I fell to the floor in defeat, screaming into the ground and flailing like some sort of physco in a mental ward.

"KILL ME. SOMEBODY JUST KILL ME, NOW."