Not All Love Stories Are Rainbows and Butterflies. (Sequel to TDTLF)

Chapter Five: Perfect

Listen to the song on the side while you read this chapter.  I don't know if it'll go well with this story, but I'm in love with this song. 

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Time moved in slow motion as I jumped out of the still moving ambulance. I clutched El's hand for dear life as my legs sluggishly tried to keep up with the EMTs and doctors wheeling her to the operating room. Soon enough, I was pushed back by two male nurses telling me that I couldn't go in. I knew mentally that they were right, but my heart.. my heart told me to go after her.

"I love you El.." 

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"Everything is going to be all right Harry. El is a tough girl, she will push through this," Liam's soft voice filled the waiting room. I stopped walking back and forth and stared at the group around me. Red noses and puffy eyes all stared back at me with sympathy and worry. This should not be happening, not anymore. Life was suppose to get better, we were back on track! But right now, all I know now is that I felt the love the my life stop breathing in my arms. 

I slumped back into the plastic yellow chair next to our sleeping children. Their usually peaceful dream state faces were replaced with little tear tracks and brows furrowed together. I pulled Aliv and Beau back into my arms and rocked them silently humming the tune that El used to sing before bedtime. I took a couple of deep breaths before giving Aliv to Zayn and Beau to Liam. 

"I don't know if I can do this anymore guys." I whispered quietly. "I felt her slip, she cried about how much it hurt, and I couldn't do anything to help her... She was.. was so cold.... So dead, and I couldn't do anything about it. I just feel so helpless!" I sobbed into my hands, my firm walls breaking. "So much.. blood, everywhere. So much."

I felt a hand start to rub my back slowly in an attempt to calm me down from my hysterical state. I looked up to see Niall with a softhearted smile as he handed me a bag, "Harry, I swung by the gift shop.. Why don't we get you changed out of those clothes?"

I followed his gaze, staring at my blood stained clothes. I nodded numbly, I just need to get it off. I need to scrub it all off. I can't.. I just can't have her.. blood.. "So, so much blood Niall," I whispered to him as he lead me to the nearest washroom.

"I know, Haz, I know." I looked at him as he began to lift off my shirt carefully. Niall was humming softly, the same song El sang the day before. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch anymore...

"El, you promised you would fight. El, please come back to me." I cried, brushing my fingers in her hair, wiping away the blood from her forehead. There was blood everywhere and on everyone, it just wouldn't stop no matter how much pressure they put on. The knife was still there staring me in the face.

I failed to protect her, this is all my fault. "El, I love you so much ya know that? I loved you the first time I ever laid my eyes on you. I couldn't stop staring at your beauty, oh darling. I found myself swimming in your eyes, it was the only thing I could dream about until our first date. But then I was told I wasn't allowed to be myself, the world changed me. They wanted me to be someone I'm not, when I've always been the little baker boy for Holmes Chapel. I'm that boy that loves you, please just try for me. I know you can."

The beeping sounds of the monitor started to get faster as the medics tried everything to stable her. "She's crashing!"

"No, no, no, El, please keep fighting," I whispered as they removed her gently onto a new stretcher. I watched as they placed the silver paddles onto El's still chest. The faint shouts of “Clear'' and the electric charge up as they began to save El's life.