Fighter |No Longer writing|

Part 42

Harry’s POV

“Please come in,” the prick smirked.

“I’m sorry Dr. Cole. I told him to wait,” the receptionist said finally catching up to me.

“It’s fine,” he smiled raising his hand to stop her from talking. She took the hint and left us alone.

“Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Styles?” he asked taking a seat behind the huge oak desk.

“Matter of fact there is,” I said sarcastically.

“And what is that?”

“Why in the bloody hell can’t I see my girlfriend?” he scrunched his eye brows together and gave me a confused look.

“Who’s your girlfriend?”

“Katherine Owens,” I started breathing heavily.

“I can’t let you see her because she is now in recovery. We will send her to therapy every day, to make sure this doesn’t happen again.

“Why can’t I see her?” I asked the question he danced around. 

“Are you written down as an immediate contact?” He raised his eyebrows. 

“As a what?” I asked confused.

“When a patient enters the hospital, someone has to fill out a form for them, if they are not able to. In Katherine’s case her father did. So he had to fill out contact numbers in case we needed to reach him. Other people who are on that list can see Katherine. Since you’re not on the list you cannot see her,”

“Can this list change?” I asked as my mind raced through millions of ideas.

“I’m afraid not,” Dr. Cole shook his head.

“When will I be able to see her?” I asked placing both of my palms on his desk and leaning forward.

“It all depends on how she progresses,” He explained.

“Her progress?” I began to slowly lose my edge.

“We won’t let her go home if she’s not better.”

“Well what if she never gets better?” my voice was soft and quite.

Dr. Cole took a deep breath and leaned forward intertwining his fingers and placing his hands on his desk, looking up at me, “We’ll try the best we can to help her.”

“Thank you,” I said just above a whisper, I took my hands off his desk and straightened up.

“If you leave your number we will call you when you can visit her,” Dr. Cole slid a pad and paper towards me. I looked down at the blank piece of paper and quickly grabbed the pen. I gave him a lazy smile and headed for his door, “You should get some sleep.”

“Pardon?” I turned around.

“You look sleep deprived,” I didn’t know it was that visible. I didn’t say a word; I just nodded and continued out of the office. I stood in the elevator debating which button to press. Do I press the button that will take me to Katherine’s floor, or the one that will begin my journey home?

   I sighed and hung my head as the door’s opened. I walked through the doors and in to the car park. I pressed the unlock button and heard my car. I got in, not putting the keys in to ignite the engine.

“FUCK!” I yelled and slammed my hands against the stirring wheel. I let my forehead rest on the top of the wheel and tears fell down my cheeks. I slammed my head against my seat as I started the car. That drive home was the most tortures drive I’ve ever had. When I got home I fell on to the couch. Right when I turned on the tv my eyes seemed to be hard to keep open.

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   It’s been two days. Two days since I’ve been in the same room as her. Two days since I’ve heard her voice.  Her doctor hasn’t called me, and I don’t know what to do with myself until he does. A knock at my door interrupts my thoughts. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the sun, when they did I could see Zayn, Niall, Liam and Louis smiling at me.

“What are you guys doing here?” I asked as they walked past me, and in to the kitchen.

“Wanted to see how you were,” Liam smiled.

“You haven’t talked to us in a while,” Niall added.

“I know I’m sorry. I’ve just been,” I stopped as Louis raised his hand.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to us,” I sighed with relief. I didn’t really want to summarize what I’ve been through in the past few days.

“You sure did piss Steve off,” Zayn chuckled. I rolled my eyes at the thought of him.

“He is pissed at all of us though,” Liam added.

“Why is he mad at you guys?” I asked.

“We told him if you didn’t want to do the tour, we won’t ether,” Louis explained. My jaw dropped.

“You-You guys have to go on tour. Just go without me,” I begged.

“It wouldn’t be the same,” Liam shook his head.

“It wouldn’t be fair to the fans,” Niall interjected.

“Neither is canceling the tour,” I shot back.

“We’re just postponing until you are ready,” Zayn explained.  I sighed feeling the stress pile up.

“Tickets haven’t gone on sale yet, it’s not like people have already paid,” Louis said trying to calm me down.

“We can’t just cancel the dates. We’ll let our fans down,” I couldn’t believe they would do this for me.

“It’s already done. We told Steve we wouldn’t do it without you,” Liam smiled poorly. The boys tried to make me feel happy, anything but pressure and stress. But it was useless. They left as it started getting late out, leaving me with my thoughts.

    I couldn’t clear my head, my thoughts cluttered together, making it hard to focus on one at a time. So many things were happening. So many decisions had to be made. I sat down in the shower, and let the water fall down me. The steaming water didn’t relax my tense muscles.  

     Maybe it is time, maybe I should start considering going back to work. I won’t be able to see Katherine for a while. I might be able to get some things done. I shook that thought away, I can’t just leave. I can’t pack up and go to another country and act like nothing happened. What if she needs me? What if she tries again? That would kill me. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I got out of the shower and sat on the edge of my bed in just boxers.

   Different scenarios played through my mind. Some scary, some ended beautifully like a Disney fairy tale. My phone buzzed against my sheets, I slide my finger across the bottom of the screen without looking at the message. My heart sank as I read Clive’s name.