2 weeks.
Two whole weeks of Harry coming I'm saying the same things. but each time it gets harder and harder for me to listen to. The whole reason i swallowed those pills was to stop hurting the ones around me with my existence but Harry didn't want me to leave. He saved me and now its killing him to come here everyday telling me the same hearth wrenching things. I wish those pills would have worked; then Harry could have already forgotten about me and found someone new but he's still holding onto that thin line of hope that ill be fine and just live happy after this with him. I know ill never be happy, I've been faking.it for years but for Harry Ill have to suck it up if I want him. And I do. Soon Ill be able to hold him again, hug him, feel his warmth against my skin and the best part is he wants the same thing. I snap from my thought and hear heavy footsteps walking into my room. I realize its Harry as he sits in the chair next to my bed like he always does.
"Hey dollface." I hear the haunting voice next to me. The figure grabbed my hand and rubbed circles over my knuckles. My thoughts were running wild as he began to talk.
"Its me babe..Dylan. I bet you've been dreamin' about me. missin' me. and i miss you too and I know you'll come back to me....even if I have to force you. " His hands pulls from mine to be set on my cheek.
"Later doll face" He rasps leaning in and kissing the top of my head. I want more than anything to wake up and scream at him not to touch me but i just can't. I hear him walk off and out the door as I'm left with my thoughts. why? How? What? why is he here? can't he move on? leave me alone? He's caused me enough pain does he really need to cause more?
I lay there head spinning as I drift off from the overwhelming visitor.
**Harrys POV**
I walk down the same pale white hospital hallway as i make my way toward Haileys room. I walk past that same damn guy with black hair that i see outside Haileys room a lot. Hes really been creeping me the hell out lately.
He looked over at me and gives a kind of cocky grin my way. I just nod at him and continue walking toward the familiar room.
I open the door but just find the vacant room. Hailey's gone along with her bed. The machines that were usually hooked up to her beeping telling me she was alright were now stranded in the middle of the room. I walk down to the reception area to find her doctor. I finally spot him looking down at a clipboard while talking to a short blonde nurse who just keeps nodding as he talks. She walk off somewhere as I approach the doctor.
"Um excuse me doctor where is Hailey?" I ask with pure concern laced in my voice. Obviously I was thinking the worst and I was about to panic. He looked at me and set his clipboard on a nearby counter.
"Well Mr. Styles it seems that she had some sort of panic attack while in a coma. I've honestly never seen anything like it before. She was perfectly stable until she started to vigorously shake with sweat drenching her body. Her heartbeat rose dramatically and we rolled her to a nearby quiet room to asses her." He watched my face closely for any sign of emotion that I was showing. I couldn't really fathom the entire situation. I just looked at him a bit stunned.
"Okay...thank you." I say walking back to the waiting room and sitting in the usual gray cushioned chairs with old magazines of fitness and health littering the nearby tables.
I ring my fingers through my hair vigorously as I think of the situation over and over. How the hell does someone have a panic attack while in a coma? I mean just..I...I don't even know. What could have possibly happened to such a perfect girl to make her the way she is? I thought it was all because of me but...I couldn't have done something that terrible to cause all of this right? Was it that Dylan guy she had nightmares about? I mean I get nightmares about things that have happened to me. Something traumatic must have happened something that would really scar her internally causing her to build such big barriers between people. Forcing anyone that tried to get close away.
I sit there thinking and thinking trying to fit any missed pieces of the puzzle but I really can't. I've practiclly ripped all the hair out of my head as the doctor walks into the room looking down at that same fucking clipboard. He looks over at me and nods.
"Ms.Sherman is stable now if you'd like to see her." He says setting the annoying piece of wood to his side. I nod slowly. He turns and starts walking down an unfamiliar hallway and to I'm guessing Hailey's new room. I follow him inside to see Hailey's frail body laying in a new bed covered in sheets. I sit in the plain blue chair next to her bed and grab her hand. It was cold which scared me but the slow beeping of the machines next to her assured me she was alive.
"Hey sweetheart, I hope you're feeling better, they said you had some panic attack and it scared the shit out of me." I laugh to myself dropping my head a little. The doctor was still in the room standing in there corner smiling a little watching me talk.
"I wish you were here sweetheart. I miss you like crazy. Your smile, your laugh, those perfect grey eyes that change from grey to blue. So please wake up soon so I can hold you again, so I can kiss those soft pink lips of yours. okay? and again I am so sorry...for being such a dick about everything causing you to swallow those pills..if I just would have been different maybe you'd still be here right? I just..im really sorry sweetheart." I lift my head and kiss her hand before sanding. I look down at her again and smile.
"Goodbye sweetheart." I lean down and kiss her forehead before leaving the room. I don't acknowledge anyone and just walk straight to my car sitting idly in the parking lot. I unlock the door and slam it behind me as I sit into the drivers seat. I sit there a moment with my hands gripping the wheel harshly.
"AGGGHHHHH!!" I scream hitting the wheel harshly and pounding my fist to the dashboard. I start flipping out. I calmed down a bit as my chest rose and fell quickly and my face died down from the now deep red. I set my forehead against the steering wheel and sighed.
What the fuck is going on...
