Belle's P.o.V.
What if he is dead? There is this slight change he's alive right?
Niall put me on his lap seconds ago and rubs my back. Anne sits in a chair next to us, she's also crying, I feel bad for her, she just didn't deserve to see this. I look up at Niall and stare in his eyes. ''Niall, I-I-'' ''Shh.. it's okay Belle, you don't have to say anything.''
A nurse comes out of his room and I look up, hoping she will tell us that he's alive. She walks past us and goes into another room, when she comes back she's holding a glass of water. She goes back into Harry's room. I sigh, this means he's okay right?
A doctor comes out a minute later and tells us that one of us can go in. ''You go Anne.'' I tell her. ''But you've been here everyday Belle, you should.'' ''You're his mother Anne, please go in..'' I assure her and she smiles at me, giving me a quick hug before entering the room. I lean against Niall and close my eyes, my head is throbbing. ''Just relax for a bit Belly, he's okay now.'' Eleanor says and takes my hand in hers, she across from me, sitting on Louis' lap as he sits a seat away from us, we're both sitting sideways on the boys' laps.
''I just, I don't really want to right now,'' She nods. I look at the door of Harry's room and stand up. He's going to be okay. ''I'm going to tell the rest about this.'' I mumble, and for the first time I walk out of the hallway. When I enter the elevator I'm the only one inside of it. I look at myself in the mirror, my hair is in a messy ponytail, I didn't put any makeup on and I'm wearing one of Harry's sweaters and a pair of my favourite sweatpants. I'm also wearing my uggs. really fashionable, not.
The elevator opens and I get out as I walk towards the exit I see loads of fans. ''Holy..-'' ''Belle! Wait!'' I hear Niall shout from behind me as he runs up to me. We walk through the doors and fans immediately begin to shout, paps are taking pictures as we run to the tour bus. When we enter the boys look up from the barbies they've been playing with with Niamh, I giggle at the sight.
''She's giggling! That means Harry is okay.'' Samantha comes running from the bathroom at Liam's words, she's holding a liquid eyeliner and has a half line above her eye, I giggle again at her and she smiles brightly. ''What happened?'' Zayn asks as Niamh pulls on my pants. I pick her up and Niall begins to explain the story. Samantha finishes her eye liner by looking into the microwave mirror.
We all walk out minutes later and go back up to Harry's room. When we enter the hallway Harry's door is opened. Anne walks out and smiles at me, ''You can go in..'' she tells me. I take a deep breath, I feel nervous. I decide to take Niamh and Niall with me and let Niall walk in front of me. ''Hey man, how you doing?'' he says casually. ''I'm.. okay I guess.'' at the sound of his voice I release my breath, I didn't even notice I stopped breathing.
Niall steps aside and I am met with Harry's green orbs.
''Belle..'' He smiles and I sigh again, before smiling brightly at him.
''I feel like a third wheel, I'll be back later.'' both Harry and I don't answer Niall, but Niamh waves happily at him, ''Bye Ni!'' she shouts.
I sit down on his bed, and take his hand in mine. ''I thought you'd leave me.'' I say and a tear slips from my eye. ''I wouldn't dare.'' he winks. What? he heard that? ''How do you?'' ''I don't know.. They always talked about this in stories and on tv, about a girl or boy dying and their lovers shouting for them, and then the boy or girl would hear and see that because they were floating between death and being alive. And I guess I did to. I saw you and how you fought against Niall...'' This scares the crap out of me. But it's cute though.
''I'm so happy that you're okay.. I was so worried.'' He looks in my eyes and sighs.
''Hazz... when you woke up, you.. you told me you though something happened to me or so? I don't know what happened because.. yeah..'' He looks a bit shocked and then looks out of the window avoiding my eyes. ''I.. I kept dreaming about you being hit by a car, while holding Niamh. I kept having that nightmare over and over again... I guess I thought it was real.'' I give him a kiss on his cheek.
''I love you so much.''
''I am not going anywhere. You know that right?'' I mumble. He nods, ''And you won't lose me either.'' he says.
Just a really quick and short update. I'm sorry it's crappy...
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