Harry Styles Imagines

FORGOTTEN PART 3

A/N: This is the third and final part to the Forgotten mini-series. I really hope you guys liked it. Please leave me your feedback on it! Twitter: @Cupcake_Shnahxx

"I-I-Is he going to be okay?" You said hoarsely as tears began to continuously stream down your cheeks. Your throat began to tighten just thinking about Harry.

This couldn't be happening. You said to yourself over and over again as you stared blankly at the highway ahead of you. There was yellow caution tape surrounding the entire area and cops were huddled around the entire perimeter.

This can't be. You kept thinking while trying your best to convince yourself none of this was happening. It's not real. You continued to tell yourself while eventually your tears clouded your vision and you couldn't see what was going on anymore.

You must've been zoning out because soon a voice began to call,

"Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?" This snapped you back to reality, or at least what you thought was reality. "Can you move your legs?" The voice said which snapped you out of thought.

"Y-Yeah, I think so." You began as you wiped your eyes.

"Where's Harry? Let me see him." You demanded even though you knew exactly where he was. You needed someone to tell you that he was home and safe.

You just wanted someone to know that your Harry was okay, but no one would reassure you that he was and it killed you.

"You'll be able to see him soon we promise. We just need to get you in an ambulance to get checked out first." The paramedic said in a calm tone as two other paramedics wheeled over another stretcher.

"I don't need that." You said in regards to the stretcher as they lined it up alongside the car.

"It's procedure." He replied as you tried to reassure yourself that Harry was okay. They said I can see him.

You told yourself over and over again. That must mean he's okay. He's okay. You kept repeating over and over again and as they loaded you onto the stretcher and wheeled you into the back of an ambulance.

***

A few painstakingly slow hours passed and you were finally done being poked and prodded. You were sat in a small clinic-like room where a doctor stood before you and a nurse by his side. You finally finished getting your bruises covered and cleaned.

You felt as though you were waiting for years and you didn't understand why you had to get your bruises covered before you saw Harry.

"You can see Harry now." The doctor said as the nurse helped you down off of the hospital bed.

"Candice," the doctor said before signing off his name at the bottom of one of the papers

attached to his clipboard.

"Could you please take Y/N to Harry's room." He stated as he then handed the paper to the nurse. She nodded and opened the door and led you down a maze of  turns and twists.

"He's in there." She said sweetly as she peered open the door slightly.

You opened the door slowly and there laid Harry. He looked peaceful, the way his chest would slowly rise and fall.

He had a few fresh stitches on his forehead and his face was bruised pretty badly. "How is he?" You said shyly to the doctor who was currently drawing blood from his arm. You approached the bed and gently stroked his cheek with your pointer finger.

"And I'm guessing you're Y/N?" The doctor said softly as he placed the tube of Harry's blood in a bag and placed it on a tray next to the bed.

"Yeah. Um, how is he?" You said cutting to the chase.

"We'll he's been out since we brought him here."

"Out? W-What do you mean?" You said concerned as you began to feel your knees buckling.

"No one told you?" The doctor said softly as he raised an eyebrow.

"No."

"He's in a comatose state." He said before walking over to the sink in the room and washing his hands.

"W-What?" You said exasperatedly as you felt your heart pound a million miles a minute. You soon felt that feeling again, the one in the pit of your stomach that made you want to vomit. The sight of the car crashing began to replay over and over again in your mind.

"No!" You wailed as you grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Harry! Wake up! I'm here babe!" You wailed as tears began to cascade down you cheeks.

"I'm sorry." The doctor said sincerely as he turned the faucet off.

"Harry wake up!" You said panic stricken.

***

"How are you today Harry?" You said softly as you drew open the curtains in the dark room.

"I brought you something," you began as you pulled a teddy bear out of your bag.

"It's kind of cheesy, I know...But I thought it was cute." You continued as you placed the bear on the table next to the bed.

"Hello Y/N." One of the nurses said as she walked into the room

. "Hey Karen." You said politely as you sat in the chair alongside Harry.

"How're you today?" Karen said as stood on the opposite side of Harry's bed. "I've been better." You said flatly as you stared at Harry.

The bruises that were once all over his face had healed a great deal. He was beginning to look like his old self again.

Karen nodded as she grabbed a needle from the counter top next to the sink. She pulled off the cap to it and stuck it into Harry's arm. You sat quietly and watched Harry.

All the things the doctors had told you months before were racing over and over again in your head.

"It's highly unlikely that he'll wake up again."

"He may not have much of a memory of anything when and if he wakes." The words spun around in your head and you had that nauseous feeling again.

No matter how hard you tried not to allow the negativity to over ride your positivity, it always seemed to work out that way.

Each morning you'd wake and head straight to the hospital where you'd meet Harry's family. Then you'd all sit beside the bed for hours and then drive back home where you were greeted by a cold bed. Most nights you'd cry yourself to sleep, others you'd just fall right asleep because of how stressful everything was.

Either way, you felt gutted and empty. Why couldn't it have been me? You'd say to yourself. Why him? No matter how many times you questioned it, you were still left answerless.

***

Several days began to fly by and one day you found yourself sleep deprived. You couldn't fall asleep because of the thoughts and the flashbacks.

But as soon you got into the hospital room with Harry, a sense of comfort swept throughout you. And you found yourself asleep in the arm chair beside Harry's bed. You were comfortable, but soon you were awoken abruptly by Karen.

"Y/N wake up! Y/N!" She said over and over again as she shook your body.

The sleep began to drain from your body and you opened your eyes. Karen was standing over you with a large smile plastered over her face.

"What Karen?" You said slightly irritated from being woken up.

"Look." She said softly as she gestured to Harry. He was sitting up in the bed and his eyes were open.

"Hi stranger." He said sweetly as he peered over at you.

You cupped your hand over your mouth and began to sob as you jumped up out of the chair and ran right to him. You wrapped your arms around him and began to tremble as his wrapped around yours.

"Har-" Was all you could make out before your lips were greeted by his.