Long way Down {COMPLETED}

Sixteen.

Harry's POV

She was holding an empty bottle of wine to her chest as she waited for me by the elevator. Her eyes were red from crying and her cheeks were stained with makeup. Her sweater was mine and her socks were balls around her ankles. How am I going to do this?

"Tell me," she said leaning on the wall behind her. I walked closer to her and she put her hands out to stop me. The elevator closed behind me and I wished I was in it.

"Okay," I nodded pressuring my fingers to my forehead. How do I tell her? Where do I start?

"Harry please," her words were faint and quiet and her eyes weren't warm and welcoming. I was scared. I knew I deserved whatever happens next, by my love, she doesn't.

"Okay," I took a deep breath. "The day you left St. B's we all decided to drink until the moment our flights left," she shook her head disapprovingly, " so we began. I remember her telling me we would fail. She would say it over and over. She would give me reasons like we would get to far into our relationship and you'd run. I would brush it off at first because we made it so far, so long. And I forgave you from running," I admitted turning away from her face. A wall with only a photo of Ana for her shoot in Vogue was framed on it. I stared looking into those warm eyes, the ones that recognized me. "But I was drunk- that's no excuse believe me. She got to talking about something and asked for a hug. I told her yes and that she'd have to come to me. I remember her kissing me, and I didn't stop her. I remember waking up with her naked in my arms and feeling disgusted with myself," I felt the anger and rage boil up until I was crying. I turned to Ana who was sliding down the wall with tears in her eyes. Her knees were pulled to her chest and I could hear her sobs. "Ana-"

"Get out," she said in between breaths. "Harry, when I tell you I never want to see you again. I mean ever," she said into her knees. "How could you do this to me? I can't, I can't look at you," she stood to walk away but turned around quickly and threw the empty bottle at the elevator door causing them to open. "I said get out," she said walking away.

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Ana's POV

"WHATS HAPPENING!?" I yelled as all of Harry's machines started beeping and the room flooded with doctors and nurses.

"Someone calm her down!" One yelled grabbing two metal panels.

"Ma'am, ma'am we need you to wait outside while we try to revive Mr. Styles," a woman said walking my outside of Harry's room.

"Revive!? Did you say REVIVE!? Harry is dead!?" I asked her as she walked away closing the door behind her.

I couldn't breath and the world was spinning as my knees hit the floor. I held my chest in hopes I could control the pain. Or help my oxygen flow but nothing was working.

"What's going on?" I heard Anne ask walking closer to me with flowers in her hand.

I pointed to the door in front of my with one hand on my chest. "Dead," I breathed out, "Harry," my finger was still pointed directly in front of my as Anne sat down next to me. We rocked for what felt like hours. Crying. In shock. Harry died? He can't be dead. I need him. We need him. Anne stood when she saw a tall man in a white jacket open the door. I smaller man followed behind him.

"Ma'am, we have revive Harry. It seems his body was going through something, not letting him wake up. He is conscious now but he is asleep. When he wakes up his memory may be a little cloudy so please bare with it for a few hours until we know if anything is permanent. We will be monitoring him closely," he said nodding at his own words. "And miss had you not been here to catch that brief moment, he could have died for good," he said looking at me as I covered my face from crying.