Diana

Me and him were both mute. We had nothing to say. "Hello sir?" The frail woman at the front desk asked.

My eyes snapped up to her and I took a deep breath in. "Y-yes I'm, I mean we're here to see Diana. Diana Marshall,". Niall kept his eyes down at the dirt covered floor of the hospital. "Ah yes she's room 602, which is just down the hall, third room on the left," she stated pointing out her directions.

I simply nodded and flicked my head over to Nialls head of blonde. "C'mon," I whispered taking the slowest movement to the room as possible. This was my fault and everyone knew it. The fans, media, friends, my own mum. My stupid ass. I felt Niall's girl grip on my shoulder as we stood in front off the pale blue door. "You know man we could always go back," he lowly said. "What's the point? We're already missing our concert and we've finally made it here. We can't go back we have to do this," I nervously said. "Your right,". "Mr. Styles? Mr. Horan?" A raspy voice called.

We turned our heads to see a buff doctor heading over to us. What did this prick want right now? I wanted to see her, no I needed to see her. I knew everything I was going to do, anything Niall would do was never going to sew up the ripped up seems we had made in her heart.

"Yes?" Me and Niall both said in unison. "Ah I see you've made it, channel 5 kinda spotted you down here," he chuckled. Niall groaned and rubbed his temples. "Oh sorry I'm Doctor Monroe, I'm looking over Diana," he sternly said. My lips turned into a smile at the mention of her name. "What about her?" Niall's cheerful voice asked. "She's been better I guess. But there's something urgent I need to tell you boys," he sorrowfully said.

The tone of his voice sent me into a shock. This couldn't be happening. "She's in-," I didn't listen to any thing else he had to say as I grabbed the handle and burst through the door. "Harry mate!" Niall frantically said as he made his way in. "Fuck no! No!" I sobbed as I watched the pale skin beat up and down. Her blue eyes were shuttered by her eyelids while her plump red lips were now a pale white.

She was alive, but another state of living. She was in a coma.