When Love Reaches...(One Direction Fanfiction)

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---Harry's P.O.V.---

"What was that all about?" Fiona asked me when I sat back down in the waiting room. I couldn't exactly break it to her when she was going through a really rough time. So, I kept my mouth shut.

"They just wanted to check up on Niall," I lied. I couldn't look her in the eye when I lied. I knew it was bad...I just had to.

"Oh," She replied solemnly. 

Kendall's parents came back into the room, sobbing and holding each other. Finally, after Kendall's mom cleared her throat, she announced, "Say your goodbyes...nurses just told me the surgery will be starting soon and she only has five minutes left in that room."

I saw Fiona's eyes droop. Her face looked pale. 

"It's going to be okay," I told her, patting her shoulder. I smiled weakly when she looked into my eyes. Tears were going to fall soon. Niall's parents were gone for now, and that left just Kendall's parents, Fiona, and I in the waiting room. The rest of the boys were still in Niall's room. 

"Come on Harry," Fiona said quietly, grabbing my hand and standing up. She led me to Kendall's room. We walked in, and she didn't look alright...at all. Her face looked so dead, sunken eyes, bruises. Her body was so small and frail, as if it was fraying away. Her eyes stay shut. I had assumed she was in a coma, since 'sleep' was just an easier word to take in. Fiona bent down to hold her hand. She didn't squeeze- she caressed, with small, soft strokes. She wanted her to make it, but it was hard to do. I heard movement from behind us. I looked back to see the boys, obviously not very happy. 

"Fiona..." Zayn trailed off. She turned back to reply, tears streaming down her face. Her face just destroyed with sadness and desperation for Kendall to be alright.

I walked over and knelt down next to her, putting my arm around her. She laid her head on my shoulder, taking a deep breath. 

"Are we ready to go?" The nurse said behind us impatiently.

"Say goodbye, love," I told Fiona softly. She nodded and more tears started to fall.

"Wait!" Eleanor exclaimed, running in with Bella. 

"We need to say goodbye," Bella explained.

"Don't forget me!" Danielle called out, holding keys in her hand. They gathered around her bed, sniffling and whispering. 

A few minutes later, a doctor wheeled Niall in on a stretcher-thing. He came in, trying not to cry. 

"She's still beautiful," Niall mumbled.

"She's going to make it," Fiona said under her breath, as if to encourage herself not to cry.

They took her out of the room, leaving us in some sort of circle. Sad. The silence hung so loud that no one could talk over it. 

"Come on, let's go sit down or grab something to eat," Liam said, his arm around Danielle's waist. He led her and the rest of them out. Fiona leaned against a wall, looking down at her feet. I stayed. 

"You don't have to stay here with me, go with your friends," She grumbled. 

I smirked and said, "I've told you millions of times. I don't have to, but I want to."

The whole day went by slowly. The hours felt longer since Fiona was in a down mood. The boys were silent, not knowing what to say about any of which happened throughout the day. Kendall's parents were bitter and silent, as anyone should be. It was our fault this happened, and I didn't want Fiona to be hurt after I would have to tell her about management. So far, we caused a lot of problems with Fiona and Kendall...but we weren't going to stop trying until they were fixed.

 The surgery consisted of some fixing of where her ribs, where her diaphragm was cut off by the bones hitting them constantly. The surgery could be traumatic, but since it's been more days, it wasn't as rushed. Kendall was most likely not going to make it...but she could if her body kept up. She had lost a lot of blood, making her weak and ultimately unresponsive to strengthening herself. 

The last think I wanted was for her to die.

Because then not only would Niall loose it, but so would Fiona.

----Fiona's P.O.V.----

I felt a chill run down my spine when I saw a doctor making his way to our waiting room. My stomach flipped, my brain rammed against my head- continuing my never-stopping headache. If she was gone...I would only have the boys. I mean, sure, my family..but they didn't care. I had Juliette...but she was in America. I had the closest of friends, but Kendall was with me from the start. I felt like throwing up and crying at the same time. I felt my breathing getting quicker. I felt light headed. The boys, Kendall, Niall, it was all so much...I had changed so much in a matter of a few months. I felt Harry's hand squeeze mine. I looked at him.

"Are you okay?" He asked slowly, concern in his expression. I nodded. 

"Fiona...you look a little pale," Danielle said from the other side of the room. She got up and came next to me. She came for Liam. They were fighting so much about not seeing each other, that it was making Liam rethink the relationship. Danielle and Harry both told me this when I brought it up. Liam wasn't happy, but I couldn't put together now Danielle felt. 

"I don't feel good," I said before getting up to go to the bathroom. No, not go...run. I passed the doctor who had the news. I ran down the hall. I knew I was going to throw up. I opened the door to the girls bathroom and puked all over the floor. I took a deep breath and felt cold...and alone. I felt sick and sad with the whole situation. I looked at the pile of whatever was in my stomach. I figured the nurses would want to clean it as soon as possible...I had kind of blocked the doorway. I walked out of the bathroom, clutching my stomach. 

Harry walked out of the waiting room, the doctor right behind him. I couldn't register Harry's emotion. "Oh Fiona...are you feeling okay?" He said blandly. I didn't know how to feel.

"What did the doctor say?" I almost whispered. I was too nervous or scared to talk. I didn't want to throw up..or know what happened.

"Fiona-"

"Harry, tell me,"  I demanded softly. 

I saw his eyes tear up. 

No. No. No. This isn't real...this isn't happening. She can't be.

"She didn't make it.." He trailed off. He looked at me. Harry pulled me into a hug. I squeezed. I felt the tears rolling down my face. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me...I just wanted to be alone.

Harry picked me up while in the hug and whispered, "Everything is going to be okay."

But it wasn't. This wasn't okay. This sucked and I couldn't do anything about it. I shook my head. I started breathing heavy, not knowing what was going on, or where I was going. I looked up at Harry. Before I could complain about how I felt, everything got blurry. I heard my name being yelled before my vision was no longer.

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a/n: DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNN