We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Gone

Five Days Later.
Harry's POV
Frustrated, I change the channel yet again. I gave Louis a deadline. However, he's never been one to listen to me. And he can never meet a deadline.
"Louis! Hurry up!" I yell, switching off the television and throwing the remote on the couch.
"Harry, I'm almost done. Give me a break!" Louis yells from upstairs. Is he kidding? Give him a break? I've been waiting for him for an hour.
"Louis! I'm leaving." I get up and grab my jacket. Louis can catch a cab and make his way toward the hospital.
"Wait, Harry! Fucking hell, I'm going to fall down the stairs." I hear heavy thuds on the stairs. Louis comes hopping down the stairs on one leg, with his jeans halfway up his legs. I have to bite my lip to suppress my laughter, and it takes every ounce of my strength to keep a straight, stern face.
"What do you think you're doing?" I question Louis, crossing my arms across my chest. He looks at me like I've gone mad.
"I'm changing, but you keep disturbing me. Thanks to you, Harry, I can't even slip on a pair of jeans." Louis says, huffing. He struggles to pull his jeans up his legs.
"Louis, just admit it. You're getting fat. Skinny jeans don't fit you anymore." Louis scowls and looks down at his legs.
"I...am not getting fat." Louis says slowly, as if he's contemplating whether or not he's actually getting fat.
"Yes, you are." Looking at Louis' horror stricken face, I can't control my laughter any longer. I burst out laughing, doubling over.
"God, you should see your face. It's...one in a million." I slap my hand against my thigh. Louis shoves me backwards, but I catch myself before I tumble to the ground. My phone starts to ring in my pocket, interrupting our enjoyable moment. I hold up my index finger, motioning for Louis to wait. Niall's name is flashing across the screen.
"Yeah Niall?" I say, accepting the call.
"Harry." Niall sounds nervous, and panicked. "Mus..."
"What happened?!" I ask him, ready to rush out of the house. "Louis, pull your pants up. We've got to leave."
"Mus..." Niall sniffs, unable to form a sentence.
"What the heck happened, Niall?!" I yell, grabbing the car keys. In a flash, I'm outside the house and Louis' close behind my heels. Wow, he tugged his pants on pretty fast.
"Mus..." What the fuck is wrong with Niall?
"Goddammit! Give the bloody phone to Liam," I say.
"Harry, you've got to get down here." Liam's voice floods my ear.
"Why, what happened?" I place the phone between my cheek and ear, and get into the car. I start the car and rev the engine. To hell with the goddamn laws. Let me get fined for talking on the phone while driving.
"She's not doing too well." That's all that Liam has to say. I end the call and throw my phone onto the backseat.
"Louis, hold on." I say, slamming my foot onto the gas pedal.
"What's going on?" Louis asks me.
"Mus is not feeling well."
"Harry, I'm pretty sure that you can do better than that." Louis says, looking at the speedometer. I agree. I press harder on the gas pedal, forgetting that this car even has brakes.
"She'll be okay, right?" I ask Louis, as I make a sharp turn. If I wasn't such a good driver, and if I hadn't been chased by the police so many times; right now, Louis and I would both be part of an accident, with a turned car.
"Yeah. Mus is strong, she'll make it." Louis says, but there's no conviction in his tone. We all have that if stuck in our minds.
"Yeah, she will," I murmur. I drive into the hospital's driveway and slam my foot onto the brakes. Screeching, my car stops and I grab my phone from the backseat.
"Park the car, or leave it. It's your choice." I tell Louis, as I get out of the car and run toward the hospital's entrance. I can hear him close behind my heels, so I know that he decided to leave the car.
"Come on, come on." I murmur, as I press the elevator button repeatedly. Fuck this! I turn toward the stairs and take them two at a time.
"Harry!" Louis yells from behind me. However, I don't acknowledge him. I don't have the energy or the time to do so. I don't know what's Mus' state, and I want to find out as soon as possible. Mus' private ward is on the fourth floor. My breathing gets heavier flight by flight. However, I can't give up. I need to get to her as soon as possible. She's going to want me beside her. I know it.
"Hold on, Mus. I'm coming," I murmur. Finally, I reach the fourth floor and I slam my shoulder into the glass door. Such force isn't needed, but I can't think straight right now. I bound down the hallway and skid to a halt in front of Mus' room door. I push it open with my hand and enter the room; taking in the solemn and mournful faces around me. Niall is sitting on the floor, near the foot of Mus' bed; his head in his hands. Liam is sitting beside her, on a stool and Dr. Ross is standing next to her.
"What's wrong?" I ask them, taking in a deep breath. Liam gets up from the stool the minute he sees me, and motions for me to take his place. Mus' eyes are open and a tired smile is adorning her facial features.
"Harry, just sit beside her." Liam says, taking a seat beside Niall and embracing him.
"Why, what's wrong? Mus?" I turn to her and raise my eyebrow questioningly. She doesn't respond for a while. As I take a seat beside her and take her hand in mine, her lips move, as if she's trying to say something.
"Harry," Mus murmurs.
"Yeah, I'm here, love. What's wrong?" I say, rubbing my thumb against her hand soothingly.
"I love you," Mus whispers. I open my mouth to say that I love her too. However, Mus squeezes my hand and I don't. "I'm always going to be here with you. I'm the love in your heart and the memories in your mind. Whenever you think about me, or feel me in your heart, know that I'm around. I'll be near you, even though you can't see me. I'm the sunset and the sunrise. See those beautiful moments and remember our time together, okay?" Mus closes her eyes and then opens them again, looking into mine. "Complete my wishes. Please. And take care of Darcy. Protect her, she'll need you the most right now."
"Why? She has you," I say. I feel a tear run down my cheek. I know what's coming. But I don't want to think about it. Mus shakes her head slowly, as if even this movement pains her.
"She has you now. You're all that she'll ever need." Mus' hand goes limp in mine and I literally see the life flow out of her eyes. Mus' bright eyes, even in this state, go dim. No, no, no. She's not leaving me. Not yet. I rub my hand against hers.
"Get up!" I yell, shaking Mus' shoulders. However, she makes no signs of movement. "Get up! Mus, you can't do this. I beg of you." I plead her.
"Harry," Louis says from behind me. I feel someone's hand on my shoulder, but I shrug it off.
"Mus, we need to spend a whole life together. Have more kids. I need to gift you a dog, remember?"
"Harry...she's gone." Louis says, and someone places their hand on my shoulder again. I shrug it off, more harshly than before. I turn around, searching the room for Ross. He's standing in the corner of the room, looking at Mus with despair. I march over to him and take the file that he's holding and throw it on the floor.
"Do something!" I yell, grabbing his white coat by the collar.
"I-I can't, Harry. I'm sorry, she's gone." Ross apologizes, not meeting my gaze. I slam him against the wall.
"No, you need to understand what I'm saying; miracles happen and you bringing her to life will be a miracle. Do something! Don't just stand here and look defeated."
"Harry, please calm down." I punch the wall beside his face.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm the fuck down! I want you to bring out those instruments that look like irons and shock Mus' heart, so that it can start functioning again." I say, dragging him toward the bed.
"Harry, leave him alone." Liam says from behind us.
"He's going to fix this! Ross, you heard me, right? You're going to fix this," I say.
"Harry...don't do this," Niall says. I shove Ross toward the bed, but he holds himself with his arms, before falling on top of Mus. I look at the monitors lining the side of Mus' bed. What's the point of all of this fucking stuff when they don't even work?
"What's the point of this fucking bullshit!?" I yell, kicking my foot against a drip. It clatters to the ground, taking down a monitor with it. "This is all bullshit! Fucking pieces of shit." I kick a few more monitors and they all crash to the ground. I feel hands trying to tug me back and contain me. However, I fight against all of them and none of them can contain me.
"Harry! Harry!" Liam yells, and I feel someone harshly tug my face toward them. "Harry, look at me. In the eyes." I look up into Liam's eyes. His hands are around my face, but I don't feel comforted. I feel disgusting and helpless. I don't want to be treated like a child.
"Harry, she's gone and there's nothing that we can do about it." Liam says, pain lacing his tone. "But you can't behave in this manner. Grieve, but not like this. You have Darcy to think about." I nod my head, sniffing. Darcy. Darcy. Darcy. She needs me and I need to be here for her. We're all that we have now. She's all that I have.