Take A Trip With The Boys #2 - A One Direction Fanfiction

Unexpected.

YAY INTERNET!, anyway!, this is the start of the new 'emotional rollercoaster' chapters, i must admit, what i have planned... phew. i need a moment...

okay, well, i hope you like this chapter (i'm actually hoping you will get saddened, because thats what it's there for) and i hope it's not TOO unexpected, *hint the chapter name* but, nevertheless, i wish you all happy tissue buying. got internet!, so, i will upload the next chapter almost instantly. 
i love you all my babycakes!

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xoxoIsabelle!
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“Charging.. Clear!” the doctors planted the electric shockers onto her body, her back arched on the hospital table.

“Charging… CLEAR!” they yelled again, repeating the same cringable task.

Harry watched through the glass window, Liam had his arms wrapped around him sternly.

How could he let this happen? He should have watched out for her.

Harry scraped a hand through his curly hair, tugging on the ends a little.

Why couldn’t this have happened to him? HE should be the one on that hospital table, getting volts of electricity pounded into his body. Not her.

Not Jaycee.

Louis comes up behind Harry, and places his hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently.

“it’ll be okay lad, she’ll get through it”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut. He promised himself he wouldn’t cry.

The doctor walks out of the ICU room, and turns to the boys

“She’s in a stable position now, I can allow a couple minutes with her, she's still in a coma so you are going to have to wait”

Harry didn’t take a second to compose himself. He sped walked straight up to the side of her bed.

She looked so sick.

How could she be this fragile?

This isn’t Jaycee, this is a china doll.

Her skin was so pale, her lips blue from the cold, and her eyes were black. 
a white bandage wrapped around her beautiful curls. 

So breakable.

Harry took her hand in his, being careful not to break her.

“why didn’t you tell me, Jaycee?” he whispers, bringing her hand to his cheek.

“Why didn’t you TELL ME!” he said, getting a little on edge at the situation.

The rest of the boys walked in, sitting on the couch in the ICU room.

Niall wouldn’t stop crying, he couldn’t pull himself together. Louis was holding him tightly, trying to hold his own tears back too.

Liam had his head in his hands, swiping at his eyes every couple of seconds.

Zayn decided to sit against the wall, his face was blank, just staring into nothing. He had a mixture of everything horrible on his face, anger, hurt, sadness, guilt, regret… and the rest of the boys could see it.

“Listen, Jaycee, if you can hear me-“ Harry starts, but soon after his sentence, her heart monitor beeps faster, echoing the whole room.

“no.. don’t you DARE!” Harry yells, squeezing her hand

“Harry…” Liam says, trying to bring him back

“DON’T you FUCKING DARE! Jaycee Davidson… don’t YOU DARE!” he yells again, shaking her arm like a ragdoll.