Was it All an Accident? (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction, Book Three)

Part Thirty-Six: Don't You Understand What's At Stake Here?

(Caleb’s POV)

“She’s going to be okay, right?” I asked as soon as I arrived. They had flown Whytnie over first thing last night but hadn’t arrived until this morning. Harry was pacing back and forth, back and forth, he hadn’t moved. He was more like a zombie. He wouldn’t talk to anyone. Wouldn’t even look at anyone. We pretty much left him alone. Instead, I asked Whytnie’s parents if they’d heard anything. But we all heard the same thing: she’s in critical condition. There’s no new news. It’s the same thing each time we ask. We don’t even know if she’s awake or not.

            They’d let us know that kind of information, right?

            I thought they’d let Harry or her parents in there. They should, right? Well, they’re not. They’re trying to stabilize her first. Or at least that’s what they tell us. None of us really knows what’s going on. They’re not giving away a lot of information.

            Maybe it’s because they don’t know what’s going on.

            After a while, Harry is still pacing, her parents leave to fight the doctors to persuade them to let them in. I stayed behind with Emily and Harry. We weren’t sure how he was going to react once he came out of his little ‘spell’. His parents were supposed to arrive soon, but Harry was too far gone.

            “Do you think she’ll be okay?” Emily whispered. She was rambling on and on asking the same question in different ways. To be honest? No, I don’t know and it frightens me. I mean, she’s my best friend! I’ve learned so much from her. All the good times we had? Well, no one will ever be able to take her place. No one.

            She’s helped me through so much… When we first met, it took me a while to open up to her about all my home problems, you know the story, dad runs out and mom has to work five jobs just to pay the bills. Yeah, that’s my life. She’s always tired whenever I see her, and when I try to talk to her she always makes excuses about not having the time. When she looks at me, I wonder if she even sees me. Yeah, well, Whytnie helped me cope. What am I going to do without her? How can I even think like that?

            She may not have loved me the way I wanted, but she did love me. And I love her. My love for her will never fade or go away. I may have gotten over my “romantic feelings” for her, having reunited with Cori, but no one will ever compare to her. She shines brighter than anyone. She’s so amazing. She may not look fierce or brave, but she would give up her own life for anyone she cares about. She’d fight to the death for you without anything in return. All she wanted was for me to be happy, even though she knew she wasn’t the girl for me. In return, all I want is her happiness. How is she supposed to be happy when she’s dead?

            I never believed in Jesus or was religious. Not until I met Whytnie. She showed me a whole new way of living that I’d never even dreamed of. She makes you think, helps you figure out what it is exactly that you’re looking for. It’s strange, but I’ve been going to church as much as I can since I met her. It’s strange, I know. All the people I grew up with would laugh and make fun of me. I know I’m nowhere near perfect, but Whytnie was always trying to make me a better man. Not that she believed in changing me or anything. But she knew that I could be so much more. She was only trying to get me to see the light.

            And now that she’s not here?

            Well, I feel lost.

            I’m already talking about her like she isn’t, when she is. She’s going to be fine. We’re all going to be fine. Everything is going to be okay. The doctor will return and explain how this is all just a false alarm. She’s perfectly fine, complaining that we’ve wasted too much of her time. She’s probably in there right now, complaining to the doctor about how fine she is and how much she just wants to go home.