My Darling ♥

chapter 68

Harry's POV.

after about two hours i had the perfect song. i hadn't decided what to name it yet.

i just kept playing the song over and over again. over and over again. again. again. again. 

i spent all day in that meadow. the song just made me so happy, because it made me think of her. her. the perfect girl i've known ever since her mother gave birth to her. i have been there for her, every step of the way.

she was just never in enough danger nesecary for me to be seen. 

but now, that she's in my life again. she makes me so happy. just thinking about her made me smile.

out of the entire song, one line stuck to me the most. 

"baby be with me so happily" i sang. 

that's it. happily. that's what i'll call it. happily. 

Lizzy's POV.

"you can leave tomorrow morning. if you're feeling better" the doctor informs me.

"thank you" i say.

"you have a good day now, Ms. James" 

"you too, Doctor Raymond"

"please, Lizzy. i'm your uncle, i don't need such a formal name coming out of you mouth. i'm uncle Ray, on or off the job"

i laugh. "you started it"

"i'm supposed to. if i don't call my patients Mr. or Mrs. then i can get fired"

"even if i'm family?"

"yes"

"that's lame"

he chuckles and ruffles my hair. "you say that about everything"

i laugh with him; i haven't seen Uncle Ray since last Christmas. it's nice to talk to him again.

"Doctor Collins. please report to room 307 urgently" a female voice says over the intercom.

Uncle Ray sighs, "i'll see you later baby girl" he kisses my forehead and jogs out of my temporary room and goes down the hallway, into a room where someone was just pulled in on a gurney. 

 "i don't like being in a hospital bed. especially when someone else could be dieing and need to be here" i look over at Niall, who hasen't left my side for hours."i feel like a waste of space"

he shakes his head. "you're not a waste of space. you have a right to be in this bed just as much as the dieing person that just got pulled into that room"

"but, i look into the other rooms and see people bleeding and screaming from pain. i'm not in pain. i'm not bleeding"

"no, you're not bleeding. no, you're not in pain. but you were. you cracked the back of your head open and you were in sevear pain a few days ago. you need to stay here so they know you are okay to walk and everything since you hit your head"

"i was"

he sighs and cups my cheek with his large hand. "why do you think so low of yourself?"

"what?"

"the day i met you you were talking about killing yourself. then you almost broke something when we went to the park. now you're saying you're a waste of space"

i look down and refuse to meet his eyes. he puts his finger under my chin and makes me look at him. "you are not a waste of space. and whoever gave you the thought or feeling that you had the need to kill yourself is wrong. i will do anything to protect you from people like that. if you killed yourself or if you died becasue i couldn't protect you, i would never forgive myself. no you need to understand that there are people in this world that care about you more than they care about themselves. i love you. and i will protect you with my life. so please, please stop talking about yourself like that. you are much more than you think. you are worth living. you deserve to be happy and i will spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy. i will make it my life long goal, to make sure to do whatever is nescessary to make you happy. i love you"