I sit beside the hospital bed as chest rises with every beep. His sunken eye sockets and pale white lips that completely change his true human nature making me cringe.
How could he do this to himself?
It's all I can do. All I can do is watch him break into bits and pieces, each piece having its own reason to fall. And I help him sometimes, help him glue the pieces back together, and sometimes when he needs more help, I put some tape over it. But there's always going to be glue and tape and bits and pieces. Even if this ends, the scars will never fade.
They say that when you meet the right man, you know it. You know it in your heart that the man you're looking at at that moment is the man you know you will grow to love.
For me, it was weird considering the fact that he was covered in tattoos and known by every girl in the world. I would have never expected someone so buff and tough on the outside, to be so beautifully soft on the inside.
That moment stays with me forever. The moment he forced me on a date like some control freak. That moment he made me feel like an item but now I know why he did what he did. He wanted to protect me.
Because he loved me.
It was the scariest moment in my life, to watch him collapse in the middle of our date. I always knew something was wrong but I've always been the type of girl to not get into people's business. But I love Harry, so I secretly went in his business. I asked each and every boy, each body guard, each manager, and even Uncle Si if they noticed anything strange about him but of course, Louis was the only one with a legitimate answer.
He explained to me every meal he skipped, every words that never came out of his mouth, every glare that beamed out of his eyes, every shade of grey his eye sockets had turned, every tear he shred. Basically every broken piece.
It was a puzzle, his mind. The way he thinks, the way he feels is always a mystery to those around him, but Louis and I have been with him long enough to know him, and we still were unable to solve the small pieces of his puzzle.
I thought, day and night, about what's wrong with him, what's causing this. And one day I just got a call from Louis telling me to check the worldwide trends on twitter, and what I saw mortified me. I wanted to go to every person who trended this and yell. I wanted to throw my phone out the window.
#GoodbyeHarry
All his fans betrayed his side. They left him because he wanted privacy. He avoided media for a couple days and he got this in return. Every tweet just ranted about how people believed that Harry was "ungrateful" for the fans.
Lou and I tried. We tried to talk sense into him but he blocked everything in the world out of his head. He blocked us out of his head.
And now I sit, beside his hospital bed, waiting and waiting for him to awaken from his slumber.
6 weeks it's been, since I last saw his beautiful emerald green eyes graze upon me. He used to look at me like I was the only thing in his sight. Just like how I look at him now.
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I got bored and sad and wanted to write something sad. I just now wrote this and I just ranted on about feelings so if there's any mistakes, my bad.
Stay sexy (:
xx
