Into Trouble {Dark Narry boyxboy}

Chapter 6

I was thinking about how to kick his ass in combat for the whole frinckin day. He was so fugly and I was going to make him even fuglyer, he ruined my life. Okay not really, I ruined my life. But he just asked for it. It was a cold day in the middle of november and the wind was howling against the window of the classroom.

The bell rang, it was time to kick some stinking ass. I went to the grass pitch behind the curch, he was waiting on me with his friends. The wind was still howling and a shiver went through my body. All of them were looking at me like I was something to eat, they were all more muscular and bigger than me. Did I care? No I didn't. 

'Hey, it thought I said you and me... ALONE', was he stupid? I wasn't going to take on all of them.

'Calm down, I'm not stupid. They're just here for moral support'

Yeah, they were there to help him if he lost.

'Are you ready? Or are you going to polish your nails before we start?' he asked, grinning at me. All his followers were laughing at me. I sigh, I don't care.

'Yeah, if you're ready for a deformed face', they stopped laughing. Hahahaha losers, there IQ must be below zero. Not that mine was that high.

We went to the middle of the grass pitch. Everyone was fixated on us, the wind was blowing my hair in the wrong direction and the grass beneath my feet was still wet from the morning dew. It wasn't the perfect place to fight, I mean violance on church grounds isn't really pure or religous.

We looked into each others eyes, I felt like I was in a old black and white cowboy film. I took my gun out and shot a hole into his chest, haha just kidding, wow my humor is good today.

He gave the first punch, right on the nose. I felt a warm and sticky liquid flowing out of it and I knew it was blood. I gave him a punch in the stomach, he moaned. Yeah, you liked that huh? Let me give you some more.

He was still recuperating from the first punch but I gave him another one, this time I aimed for his face too. Right on his cheeck. I could feel my knuckels hurt as I hit him with all my strenght. 

Then he got up very fast and stomped my againt my knee so I tripped and hit the ground hard with my face sideways on the ground, I could here a never ending beep in my left ear, that couldn't be good right?

I turned a quarter so I was lying down on my back. Suddenly the sun that I could feel on my upper eyelits was gone, fuck it isn't going to rain is it?

But the sun wasn't being blocked my clouds it was being blocked my all the followers of, my BFF forever and longer, Josh.

'What are you doing? Get out of the way so I can kick his fucking ugly face'

'The game is over, you're playing with us now', one of them said with an ugly smile on his face, his teeth were a yellowish orange and his hair was greasy.

'Maybe you should brush your teeth... and shower for half a century. Then you can talk to me', he didn't really like the fact I just said that to him so that's the moment I took the first hit, in the stomach. I puked... on his shoes.

'YOU UGLY SUN OF A BITCH' he yelled, I laughed. 

That's when they all jumped on me. 

I felt some kicks in my back, some more stomps in my stomach. And my head was being decorated with blue and purple bruises. 

The last thing I heared before I lost conciousness was the voice of that one person screaming, I don't know if it was my imagination or if it was real but everything went numb with a smile on my face.

"NO JOSH STOP I LOVE HIM!"

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It was dark, I was alone in the dark with no one to talk to, but I could here voices. Familiar voices. Voices saying that I was in a coma. Voices saying that it was pretty serieus. What did I have to do? I wanted to open my eyes and scream that I was fine, that I was awake. That I could hear everything they were saying and that they were wrong. I am Harry Edward fucking Styles. A coma can't beat me, nothing can. Except maybe losing that one person.

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- Niall's POV -

Tears were rolling over my cheecks. He was gone, he couldn't here me. I wipe the tear of my cheeck and feel the stubbles, I needed to shave. But I wasn't going to leave Harry's bed. He was here because of me, and I had already left him for far to long. He had been in a coma for over a month now, the cold november had changed into an icy december and the whole hospital had been decorated and was into a Christmas spirit. I wasn't, I couldn't be. Harry was laying on a bed with his eyes closed because of me. I wish he woke up. I wish he woke up, jumped into my arms and told me he loved me back.

I held his hand.

'Harry please, pinch in my hand if you hear me. Please!' 

I felt nothing. He was gone, I didn't see any chance of him waking up. 

I didn't even know what to do without him, I loved him so fucking much!

And the days just past like this. No sign of life for another week.

The docters said that if he didn't wake up in the next two weeks they were going to put him down because then his would be chances zero... they could try. But not while I'm around.

The hospital lost his christmas spirit. Two days before Christmas and he wasn't awake yet. I gave up hope a long time ago but I was still hoping he would wake up, hoping he would pinch my hand when I asked him too, and I did... every day over and over aigain.

The hospital turned greyer and greyer every day, we came closer to Christmas and that was his last day he would live, if it was up to the docters... 

'Baby pinch my hand please?'

'Please come on Harry this is your last chance. I know you can do it! I believe in you, I always wil!'

- Harry's thoughts -

I have to pinch in his hand, I can't affort him to lose his hope in me. I loved him and he loved me. The black had been turning a little bit greyer these past few days... This coma was killing me, literally. If I could just pinch his hand, if I could just give them one tiny reason to persuade them into believing in me, then I would live! I just knew it and I had to. For Niall, for my mum, just because I had some unfinished buissenis to attend to with motherfucker Josh. I tried. I failed. I tried harder and I failed. I tried the hardest I've ever tried to do anything in my life. I just had to pinch in his warm familiar hand and everything would be okay. If I just had control over my body everything would work. Try Harry! Try! Do it for Niall! I thought to myself. And I did it. I just did it. I felt my fingers make the room between my hand and his smaller and smaller until I pinched in them. It took me so much strenght!

- Niall POV -

OMG HE PINCHED MY HAND. HE PINCHED MY FUCKING HAND. HARRY EDWARD STYLES PINCHED IN MY HAND. I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT. I HAD TO FETCH A DOCTOR, HE WAS ALIVE. AFTER AL THIS TIME! HE WAS ALIVE!

I ran to the hallway, and clumsy as I was I almost fell through the doorway!

'Doctor?! Doctor?! Harry Edward Styles in room 263 just pinched my hand! I can't believe this he's alive! Doctor?!' I yelled through the hallway, a few angry people came to look at me through there doorway. I didn't care they would be happy as well if this had happened to them! Where is that bluddy doctor?!