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Waking Up

I woke up to nurses running towards Harry. Oh great I fell asleep! I got up from my seat and got really dizzy. I felt my legs start to lose feeling and my sight was going blurry.

The next thing I remember is a nurse standing above me trying to wake me up.
"Mrs. Styles wake up! It's your husband!" She proclaimed.

"My husband? I'm his fiancé!?" I told her as I was very confused.

I looked around the room I was in. It wasn't the hospital anymore. They must have taken us somewhere.

"Oh don't be silly. You've been married for a year."

"A year? What?" I was really confused now.

"Come with me love. Don't you want to see her?"

"See who?" I practically screamed at the nurse.

"Your daughter silly." The nurse opened some doors that were in front of me.

I saw Harry laying in a bed with a pregnant belly. He was holding a baby girl.
My eyes got huge and I screamed. I may have used a few choice words.

"Excuse me. Wake up Ms." A nurse shook my awake.

"Ahh!" I screamed as I woke up from the horrific dream.

"You passed out. Are you okay?" The nurse asked me.

"Yes, I'm fine (not really) Where's Harry?!" I said as I looked around the room I was in and didn't see him.

"They had to move him to another room. They were able to take him off of life support. His ratings were getting better really fast. You can visit him in about and hour." She helped me up and I began to see clearly.

The nurse took me to the elevator. We went two more floors up. She grabbed a water for me and told me to drink the whole thing and more. I passed out from dehydration.

She opened a door and there was a sitting room.

"Wait here. A doctor will be out soon to talk to you and take you to Mr. Styles."

I sat for more than a hour until the doctor came. He introduced himself. He was very tall, had dark hair, and was very muscular. I have to admit he was quite the catch. And he was very flirty. Harry would've knocked him out by now.
Harry hates when other guys flirt with me. I've had to break up at least two fights because of it.

One time it was a poor little Irish boy he beat up. The kid was flirting hard core with me. He was drunk. He was playing with my hair, whispering in my ear. Trying to get all handsy. Harry walked in right as his hand started to slide down my back. Harry grabbed Mr. Irish and punched him in the face like four times. Blood poured from his nose. He couldn't even fight back he was so drunk. Poor Niall. Kid hasn't breathed right since.

The doctor took me to Harry. I ran to his bed side, grabbed his hand and looked right into his closed eyes.

"Harry. Can you hear me? Its Harper." I rubbed my thumbs on his hand that I was holding.

"He can't respond yet Ms. Taylor." The hot doctor said as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
I got chocked up and tears began to fall.
The doctor picked me up off of my knees and embraced me in a hug. I was I'm such an emotional state that I didn't even noticed that he was flirting. I just wanted someone to hold me.
Anne walked in and cleared her throat.

"Harper. Are you okay?" Anne asked skeptically.

"Yea." I said chocked up.

"Ah come here love." Anne opened her arms and motioned for me to come and hug her. I came over and did. I knew she glared at the doctor as soon as I couldn't see her face.

"Anne this is Harrys new doctor. Dr. Roberts." I let off of the hug and they shook hands.

"Well how's my son?" Anne said almost harshly. She didn't like Dr. Roberts already. She knew he was flirting.

"Uh, ya, he's started a recovery process. It was quite shocking to us all. Not to sound disappointing, but he shouldn't have recovered. We've run tests and can't seem to find out what caused the recovery. He has to stay on oxygen for a while longer and he should be fine. It's a miracle. You should all be very, very thankful." He then nodded his head and walked out of the room.

Anne grabbed me and embraced me in a hug. She had he biggest smile on her face. Her son was going to be okay.

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My fingers began to get fat at the knuckles from popping them so much. Boredom set in weeks ago. I pop my fingers often out of habit. Which I only formed since I've gotten here.
I don't mind being bored. It's just... it's boring.

Waiting is awful. Harry is still on oxygen. His breathing has gotten a little worse since they took him off of life support.
He hasn't moved a muscle. Not even a slight twitch.
Anne insists that I go home, take a shower, eat, and rest. I just can't leave him.
Gemma was back in town for the week. She forced me to go home. She had the nurses help her move me to her car as I was sleeping. I didn't wake up until she stopped at my house, well apartment.
She helped to my room and got me to the shower. She stayed until I was done. The she told me to eat, drink lots of water, and rest. She would stay with Harry.
She promised not to leave his side.

I felt way better after my shower. I hadn't felt this clean in week's. I put on a fresh pair of pj's and went straight to the fridge. I grabbed just about everything there was I radded the cabinets and shelves until I had all the food and drinks. I went over to the couch and ate for about two hours before I fell asleep watching a movie.

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My phone rang for about he 6th time since I had fallen asleep. I finally woke up to answer it. It was Gemma.

"Harper are you okay? I've been calling for hours." Gem sounded really concerned.

"I'm fine I just napped sorry."

"That was no nap. It's been almost 24 hours since I left you." Gem said as you could hear her moving around her watch.

"I feel much better. I'll be at the hospital as soon as I can get a taxi." I said as i got up to get some new clothes on.

"Harry woke up."

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