The Story of Her Life

The Story of Her Life: 10

Chealsi fell asleep, and Niall fell asleep holding her hand. Harry looked across the room to see Mr.Kirkshaw sleeping, and Mrs.Kirkshaw now on her fourth cup of coffee.

He stayed awake, he hadn't had any thing to eat since the night before, didn't get any sleep. He had dark circles under his eyes.

He looked at the clock on the wall. 9:57. The sun shown in from the window. Where are Zayn and Liam?

He stood up, and saw Jacob, huddled in the chair next to the one Harry was sitting in. He ran his fingers through his hair, and exhaled.

"Don't worry, she's going to be okay." he turned to see Jacob awake and sitting up. He walked over, and sat next to him. "I know it."

"Hey, Harry." Zayn and Liam walked into the waiting room.

"Hey, guys." he whispered. Zayn looked over at Jacob.

"Does he think I'm Hermione?"

"No, but he still thinks I'm Harry Potter." he chuckled.

"Did you bring the change of clothes that I asked for?" Niall sat up.

"Yeah." he handed him a bag. Niall stood up and went down the hall.

"Where's Lou?"

"He's probably hungover on the bathroom floor."

"Was he drunk last night?"

"Yeah, pretty bad." he stuck his hands in his pockets.

A nurse walked up to Harry.

"Ms.Kirkshaw will now be going into surgery."

"How long is that going to take?"

"I'm not sure." he became angry.

"Why not?" he stuck his hands further into his pockets.

"I'm just a nurse, I'm not even helping in the surgery, I'm sorry."

He ran his fingers through his hair and left.

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He pushed the door open and went outside for some fresh air. It was cool, and humid from the rain last night. He took a deep breath. He took his jacket off and threw it on the ground. He screamed and kicked the jacket. He became frustrated and threw it over the railing.

He sat on the ground and put his head in his hands.

"Don't beat yourself up." Niall came out, carrying two cups of coffee in his hands. "It's not going to help Eli any." he handed him one cup. "Come on, take it. I think you need it." he took it from him and held it in his hands.

"Harry, you can't worry yourself like this." he sat down across from him.

"It's all my fault."

"Is that what you think?"

"That's what I know." he wouldn't raise his voice above a whisper.

"You can't think that."

"Why not? It's true." he started to yell.

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She walked out of the restroom. A hand touched her shoulder. She spun around.

"What do you want Louis." she headed outside where Niall was.

"Wait, I need to talk to someone."

"Go talk to someone else." she sped up. He spun her around.

"There's no one else to talk to."

"That doesn't mean you can talk to me." she replaced her glasses.