Rescued. (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1.

(Harry's POV)

I become taken over by panic in fear of not seeing her again as I head out of the room and pick up the pace as I head over to the front desk. Before I can reach it, a hand lays on my shoulder and I turn around to be face to face with Dan. 

"She's been moved. Room H143 buddy", he remarks before showing me a knowing smile. I'm a bit taken aback by his statement but before I can reply, he just walks past me in the direction that he was previously heading. I head down the corridor to find room H143 and I find it right at the end of the long corridor, and I am confused as to why there are many empty rooms before hers and I question as to why she was put right at the end. I find myself entering the room at a remarkably fast pace and I wonder if I've been moving that fast the whole way here. But as I look up, I notice her in the bed. She is even more stunning than I remember. I make my way over to the large armchair next to the bed, and as I sit down I let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. I examine every feature on her body and wonder why she seems to be so alone. Everything about her is just magical from the way her pale pink lips are slightly parted, to the way her delicate chest rises and falls gently with every breath she takes. From the way her dainty hands rest either side of her tiny hips, to the way she looks lost in the huge hospital gown that is engulfing her undersized body. I reach out and lightly brush my fingertips on the back of her hand and gasp quietly at the contact, she's so cold.

(Lucy's POV).

I've heard people come in and out of my room a few times today and at one point it felt like I was being moved, which was confirmed when I was carefully manouvered onto a different bed. When I hear the doctors talking quietly amongst themselves, I feel relieved because someone has been in twice today and I feel like they're just looking at me. They must be on their own because they never talk, they just sit next to me, I can feel their prescence too close to me for my liking. I hope they don't come back...

But i spoke, or thought I should say, too soon. I hear the door open hastily and I feel the breeze travel up my body giving me goosebumps. Without a word, whoever it is sits down next to me and sighs. I don't like this at all, I'm the kind of person that doesn't like people. As crazy as it sounds, I never have and I never will. I'm defensive and the reason I know it's no one close to me visiting me, is because there isn't anyone that's close to me. The only contact I have in my phonebook is my drug dealer, and a couple of his friends who sometimes deal for him. Something then comes in contact with my hand and I just want more than anything to scream at them to stop touching me and to leave me alone, but I can't. They just faintly gasp and it's almost like they flinch at the contact with me. Well it serves them right for touching me. I find myself shocked when my hand is encompassed by another, warmer one. I feel my hand be slowly lifted from it's position beside me and something else warm, but wetter comes in contact with the surface of my skin. It isn't until the contact breaks and I hear the sound I know he just kissed it. He just kissed my hand. It's been so long since I've been kissed by anyone, anywhere for that matter. It felt surprisingly pleasant and I find myself longing for the contact again, but my thoughts are soon interrupted as I can feel my arm being slowly turned over. I feel tears bulding up in my eyes because I know the person will see how weak I really am. The scars mask my skin from my wrist up to my inner elbow, showing the world my body is my canvas. I hear a more intense gasp this time and I feel a tear slowly roll down my left cheek. Almost immediately, I feel the soft pad of a fingertip brush it away. 

"Oh my God, are you awake?" a raspy voice asks, almost in a whisper. I can't respond and I find myself suddenly bothered with the person again, they know I can't answer questions so why ask them? 

"I know you can't answer me, but I'm pretty sure you can hear me. Why do you do this to yourself?" he queries, and I find myself crying even more, the silent tears freely sliding down my cheeks. No one has ever seen my scars and I find myself feeling more vulnerable than ever before and I find myself just wanting him to leave. In contrast, the other part of my mind is telling me I'm tired of people leaving and I just want someone to stay. But why would he stay? 

"Please don't cry. Come on, I'm here. Please stop crying", he almost begs, and I hear his voice crack the end of the sentence. I wonder why he's crying which is a foreign feeling to me considering I never care about anyone, not even myself. It's then I feel his soft lips pressed against my forearm, not caring about the lacerations on my wrist. He repeatedly lightly pecks my wounds and I can't help but loosen under his touch. Although I may not relax physically due to my current state, I soften emotionally to the guy. 

"My sister... She took her life two years ago. I could've helped her, but she didn't tell me. She didn't tell anyone. Please stop doing this, you're beautiful and the world doesn't deserve to lose another alluring girl", he is hysterically crying now and I feel the bed dip slightly, hairs tickling my fresh cuts on my arms. For the first time since I can remember I just want to hug him and tell him everything's going to be okay and I feel confused as to why. I already feel connected to him on a personal level as a result of me losing my mother also losing her life to self harm when I was four. I feel his tears start to soak the sheets beneath my arm and I feel remorseful I can't do anything to comfort the undoubtably damaged soul beside me.

A short time later, the sound of his crying had stopped and his head lifted from beside me; the hand incasing mine tightening around mine, and it's only now I realise he never broke the contact between our palms. 

"I'm Harry by the way, Harry Tomlinson", the raspy voice informs me. I have a sudden liking to the boy and I don't like it. The first step to being hurt is caring and I'm already falling into the trap. Nevertheless, I don't want him to leave. I just want someone to care about me although I'd never admit it to anyone, not even myself until now. For the next what felt like hours Harry just stayed next to me and spoke to me about anything and everything. I found myself laughing inside my head, even though I couldn't out loud. No one has made me laugh since my mum died which as 14 years ago, yet this boy I've never even met can make me in seconds. Strange. 

Following the amazing time I just experienced, Harry speaks up, "I'm really sorry but I have to go, it's 10:38pm. I'll be back tomorrow, because I'm voulenteering here for the next two weeks. Sleep tight Lucy", I feel him lean forward and caress my cheek before gently placing his lips onto my forehead and lingering there for a while. He removed my hand from his and settled it back onto the sheets where it had been when he had got here. I soon hear the door close and I realise my hand feels cold without Harry's consuming mine. I find myself longing for contact again, thinking about his touch. In a short time of Harry's absence, I feel extremely fatigued before slipping into a deep slumber. 

(Harry's point of view).

I don't know what it is about that girl, but it's 6:08am and I haven't slept a wink due to my thoughts of her encompassing my brain. I get out of bed realising it's only 52 minutes until I'd have to get up anyway and I decide to think about what I can do with Lucy today. Obviously there are limited options but I want to make her know that someone cares about her. No, I need to make her know that someone cares about her, that I care about her. 

I head to the hospital with magazines, a small cd player, a range of cds, scented candles and massaging oils. I figure that these are most of the only options I have considering the awful circumstances, but I decide to make the best of what I've got. I head over to the front desk and sign my name where I did the previous day, but two and a half hours earlier than my shift starts. That and the large bag hung over my shoulder earns me a bewildered look from Karen but I just dismiss it and walk away. I don't want to lose any time I could be spending with Lucy. 

(A/N) I'm really sorry I'm so bad at writing omg but hopefully I'll get better over time. Please vote and comment x

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