She's Mine.

Lost & Found.

*Harry's P.O.V.*

I was waiting outside Chatlie's room after her attack. A few hours ago, Dr.Martinez came an told me that she had had a severe Heart Attack and a fit straight after, which was why her hand flew over on the desk and in to glass.

It had been hours since Chatlie had the Heart Attack, and I was getting worried. I stood up and paced around for a bit to calm myself. I didn't work. All I was doing was working myself up over her. She was probably fine. Then again Dr.Martinez did say it was severe.

*Dr.Martinez's P.O.V.*

"Ok Dr.Fisher" I sighed. I always tried my bet with patients but Chatlie wasn't in a good state to start with. I knew her mother. Even though Claire (Chatlie's mum, and her dads name is Paul) was killed in the car crash straight off, she was brought here to clarify her death. I hate breaking people's hearts, and I was about to break another. Unfortunately, Chatlie had an allergic reaction to the medication. We put her on before. That's what caused the Heart Attack. Her heart transplant also failed in theatre. Causing a blood leak. Causing her to die.

I washed my hands and made my way over to C46 waiting rooms where Harry was waiting for more information on Chatlie.

As I walked over to the male, he saw me and literally ran over to me.

"Is she ok?" Harry panted.

"Take a seat" I started whilst pointing to the seats. Once we had sat down I started to explain what had happened.

"Well, she didn't make it. Her heart transplant failed, causing a blood leak. I'm very sorry Harry. If there's anything I can do to help". I looked over to Harry and he looked at me.

"It's fine". He grunted before walking off.

"Dr.Martinez!" I looked over and saw Nurse Treesawn wheeling a patient into room C49 theatre. I rushed over to prepare for surgery. My everyday life.

*Harry's P.OV.*

She was gone. Chatlie, was well and truly gone.

When Dr.Martinez told me I stood up and walked away. Angry. That stupid prick killed her. At least I killed him. Instead of driving back home. I found Sydney'a room. Niall was still sitting there. He looked terrible. He had tear stained cheeks, red eyes and he looked really skinny. Almost too skinny. I walked over and took the blue seat next to him.

"She in a coma" Niall whispered.

"I'd rather a coma" I sighed, he looked at me with a confused look.

"Chatlie's no more mate" I ran my hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry" he breathed.

"No your fault, just hope for Sydney, Niall come down to the canteen, ok food". I tried to tempt him.

"Harry I'm not leaving, just incase she wakes up".

"Want me to get you something?"

"Anything and everything, I'm starving." I walked down the long corridors and as I was going I bumped into a lovely lady.

"Sorry" I said accidentally knocking he on her bum. I helped her up.

"No no" she sighed, "Accidents happen. My name is Tegan Holland". She held out her hand and I shook it. "Harry Styles, nice to meet you."

"Same here, see you around".

"Bye" I smiled.

"Bye" she said as she walked off. Yeah she was naturally beautiful, but I'm not ready for a relationship after Chatlie. Not yet anyway.

*Sydney's P.O.V.*

A few hours ago a doctor came into the room I was staying in. He explained to Niall that I was in a coma, which explained a lot. He also said that there's a good chance that I could hear them. I could, because I heard that. Obviously. After the doctor left, Niall held my hand and kissed it. I so badly wanted to kiss him back. But I hated him for getting me into this mess. I could me at school, a virgin, a happy girl with Chatlie and Pacei and Becki. And away from him.

After that Harry, I think, came into my room. Him and Niall talked for a bit. But them Harry said something that caught my attention.

"She's in a coma" Niall spoke sadly.

"I'd rather a coma" Harry said, there was a few seconds of silence. I hated not being able to see what was going on.

"Chatlie's no more" Harry sighed. Wait, WHAT! Chatlie's, dead? My sister dead? I wanted to scream, shout and let it all out. Be at home, shut the door, turn off the light. Be myself, happy self. I wanted out! Out, out, out! I struggled and struggled, I could feel my face getting hot. I opened my eyes and saw Niall and Harry looking me.

"Never talk to me again, both of you, all of you." I gritted my teeth.

"Sydney, are you ok?" Niall asked looking concerned. He placed his hand on my forehead and I slapped it off.

"Don't touch, speak, look or even think about me Niall, I hate you. You got me into this".

"Sydney?" Harry asked.

"Leave both of you. NOW!" I screamed. "NOW NOW NOW!!" I hated that he got me into this, and most off all hated that I'm not a virgin. Chase made me watch me sex video. After I blacked out, I can't remember, but apparently I woke up and took some men back stage. I was horrified. Harry and Niall left. Niall looked back into my room and ran. Harry chased after him. I just pushed away the only people that care.

*Few Weeks Later*

*Sydney's P.O.V.*

I was getting discharged today, all I had to do was sign a piece of paper saying that I was we'll looked after. And I was off! Healthy and free! Well, I had my crutches, I broke my leg. Niall had been back a few times. We talked and I had to stay at his because Pacei and Becki were still on holiday. Thankfully, it was a six bedroom house, the houses were we lived were quite big. So I was going to stay in the guest room. Lauren and Liam lived together in the house, Eleanor actually got with Louis in the end, and the same with Perrie and Zayn. Harry I guess is lady-looking again. Then there's me and Niall who aren't actually a thing. We're just friend I guess.

When I got to the boys' house, it was clean and fresh. Niall lifted me up to my room and the boys kindly put my stuff in boxes in the room, so I could arrange it myself.

*2 Weeks Later*

I really thought it was going to hell living with these people. But now there like me second family. I was really happy today because Pacei was coming back later today, with Becki.

Me and the rest of the guys were sitting in the living room when the home phone rang. I walked over and answered the phone.

The Phone Call:

Me: Hello?

Person: Hello. Is the Sydney Scott?

Me: Yes it is. How can I help?.

Person: We have some bad news. Very bad indeed.

Me: What's the news?

Person: Well...