bully (harry styles)

nine

Harry's POV.

''What?" I whispered.

I almost lost my shit right there and then. Car accident? No. It can't be. I couldn't bare to think of losing another parent. I already lost my mum, yet I didn't even get to know her. My dad said she was the most sweetest person in the world, that she would give, give and give and expect nothing in return. She woke up with a smile everyday, never doubting herself or others. My dad said that he could count how many times he has seen my mother upset off the top of his head, she was a happy person.

When my dad told me about how my mum died, he was full-on sobbing. I have never seen him cry like that in my years, and it broke my heart. My dad held me in his arms and told me that I and Mum were his world, I never realized that he was mine too.

''I just got a call from the hospital.. they said to come there as soon as possible.'' She sniffed, I could literally see Mickey shake from head to toe and the sight alone, just shattered me.

''Did they say anything about them? Are they alive? Are they okay?" I started asking a million questions, knowing that Mickey couldn't answer them. Not until we arrived at the hospital.

It hasn't fully hit me yet, knowing that my only parent left could be dead right now. I shook the thought out of my head, No, I repeated in my head. It's not going to happen. It's not. My dad is strong enough, he will live. I know it.

Me and Mickey walked... well ran, over to her car. I shoved her out of the drivers seat.

''You're in no condition to drive, go.'' She obeyed, running over to the passenger seat. I could tell both of us were in a rush. I wanted to run every red light and get there as fast as possible, but I also wanted to run back into the house, lock the door and scream at the top of my lungs. But I knew I couldn't do either.

I need to stop thinking like this, the nerves will eat at me alive until we get to the hospital.

Mickey's POV

It took us about ten minutes to get to the hospital. Me and Harry sat in complete silence on the way there, unsure of what to say but I knew we  were both thinking the same thing.

If our parents were okay. Or If they were gone forever or still breathing.. I don't know what to think if I saw my mother laying on that hospital bed. Flatlined. Dead. Never to come back to life again and kiss me every morning. Never to make me those chocolate chip pancakes and bacon  that I have come to love. Never hugging me goodbye again when I left to school every morning, coming back to see her on the couch reading her favorite novels. Never to see her bright smile. Never to hear her sarcastic remarks whenever I would ask her a question, or hear her curse out a driver if they were to cut her off. The list could go on for days...

But, you never know what you miss about a person until you start thinking about it. Until they're gone. But she's not gone. Don't say that, don't think that. I kept repeating over and over in my head, trying to believe them until we reached the hospital.

I rushed into the hospital, running to the first desk that I see. I explained to the lady what happened, giving her the names of my mom and Harry's dad.

The receptionist typed a few words  on the computer before looking back up at us,  ''Yes, go to that elevator on the right, over there,'' She pointed with her pen stuck inbetween her fingers, ''and go up to the third floor, talk to the nurse up there.'' She smiled and focused back on her work.

I smiled politely and muttered a Thank You before running towards the elevator. Waiting for the elevator to start moving, Harry grabs my hand. ''They'll be okay, I know it.'' I wasn't sure if he believed his own words.