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Chapter Four

I wake up to someone tapping on my shoulder. My back and neck are aching and I open my eyes to find that I'm.. in a hospital? I look up at the woman, puzzled for a second when suddenly all the events from yesterday hit me like a fucking bus. The crash. It's real. I look back up at the woman and remember her kind smile from last night.

"I- I'm so sorry I didn't mean to stay overnight I was just waiting until the traffic would blow over and i-"

"Honey, it's fine. No need to apologise." she gives me a warm smile "He will be ready for visitors when he wakes up which shouldn't be long. Why don’t you go down to the restaurant and get yourself something to eat." she suggests as she points toward a hallway. I nod and thank her again before putting my phone and earphones back in my bag and adjusting my appearance before making my way to the restaurant. I purchase an orange juice and a muffin and sit down to eat. I pull out my phone to check the time as I scoff down my muffin, pressing the home button to reveal the time of 9:53am as well as the picture of my boyfriend and I. I had taken this picture just before he left for overseas three months ago. I'm wrapped in his arms and my face is hidden in his neck while he presses a kiss to my hair. This is probably my favourite picture of the two of us although there are many others not too far behind. I try to take as many pictures as I can in these important moments of my life. I've always been one to treasure memories and i think taking pictures is the best way to do so, also because i have a really bad memory. I finish my muffin and only half my orange juice so I squeeze the lid back on and put it in my bag. I quickly call Harry before exiting the café. He doesn't answer, so I leave a slightly abusive but quiet voicemail telling him to call me back when he's done fucking Louis. They're not together. Hell, they're not even gay but they may as well be because they act like a couple. The guys and I always give them shit about it and make fun of them, but they don’t seem to be too bothered by it. ugh i have weird friends.

I'm honestly really nervous about going up to the hospital room. I don’t know how bad his injuries are and im afraid to find out. It just occurred to me, unfortunately, that he would've been siting at the front of the plane because he had first class flights. He could have brain damage. No; no he couldn’t. This isnt a possibility. Well, it is but argh why do I always expect the worst? What if he doesn’t remember who he is? I feel a lump rising in my throat. I need to stop this.

I feel my eyes becoming watery. I have to get to that hospital room before my anxiety overtakes my thinking process and forces me to go home. I leave the chair and pick up my phone from the table in attempt to contact Harry again. He answers this time

"Hello?" he asks groggily, his morning voice even deeper and more raspy than it usually is when he speaks.

"Harry," I choke, while walking down the narrow corridoor and towards the lounge at the front of the hospital "what- what if he has brain damage and doesn't remember us? Harry, what if he doesn’t know who he is?"  I hear Harry sigh on the other end of the line.

"Liz, can you please listen to me? He's going to be fine, okay? you woke me up."

"But what if he's not, Harry? You can't just fucking walk around living your daily life throwing sparkles and rainbows and shit all over the place, because it doesn’t make anything better. Aren't you even the slightest bit worried about him?"

"Yes, of course I’m worried Elizabeth. I just have faith in him and I know he's strong enough to get past this and show us he's okay."

"Are you saying I don’t have faith in my own fucking boyfriend?" I raise my voice and I get strange looks from people around me as I sit down on a couch in the entry and mouth a 'sorry' to the people who seem to be disturbed by my presence. He sighs for what seems like the hundredth time in the past two days and I can imagine him rubbing at his eyes and tugging his hair in frustration.

"No. No, Liz that's not what I'm saying." he reassures me while letting out a breath. "Do you want me to come to the hospital?" I don’t know whether I want Harry to come or not. I mean, I want the alone time with him but I'm scared that if his injuries are bad then I will react in the worst possible way by breaking down in the middle of the room and I wont be able to control it, that’s when I'll need the stern but helpful lecture that Harry is great at giving when people need to be pulled into line.

"I don’t know, Harry." I breathe. This is already exhausting and it hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours that I've had to deal with it yet.

"I'm coming now. Just wait in the foyer I'll be there soon. Harry instructs me and hangs up the phone.

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