Identity (Harry Styles FanFic) BOOK 1

Chapter 13: Missing

Chapter 13:

Missing

Ariel's POV

It hurt, a lot. I remember the blinking headlights of our crashed car, the paramedics rushing towards us. Harry's scared look as we rolled over and over. I remember hanging upside down, blood seeping into my hair from my forehead. But most of all, I remember Harry, hanging, lifeless. My eyes open, an annoying beeping ringing in the air. My side aches like crazy, and my head is throbbing. I let out a groan of pain.

"Nurse?!" I call out weakly.

"No need to call out." A woman smiles from across the room.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I suppose you mean what happened to you?" She asks. I nod slightly. "Well you came out in better condition than I'd thought. One bruised rib, and a concussion."

"And...and Harry?" She looks down.

"I have no information on him, I'm sorry." She says.

"Please I have to see him!" I cry out. My side flashes with pain and I yelp. "Please..." I plead softly.

"Soon, I promise."

"No, now!" I say sternly.

"Mrs. Styles I-"

"Now!" I say. She nods.

"Ok, I'm going to help you down into a chair." She says, wheeling a wheelchair over to me. It takes a while, a painful while, but she gets me in the chair. She begins wheeling me down the hall. "So, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a pediatrician." I say.

"Interesting. Why'd you decide to become one?"

"Family." I murmur, Darcy popping into my mind.

"If you don't mind me asking, what about your family?"

"Ten years ago, my just three year old daughter Darcy went missing. I was going to be something like an artist, but instead I went with that role. I guess it just was something I wanted to do. Help the kids that I could."

"That you could?"

"I couldn't help Darcy." I murmur. I remember the cheeky little girl perfectly. Her rosy cheeks and bright green eyes. My brown hair color shade. A beautiful little girl, destined to be perfect. Well, my perfect little girl. She had Harry as a father, leading her to be something even more beautiful. Harry was-is my savior. We had a fight last night, but I don't care. I love him with every piece of me, I don't know what I'd do without him. She opens a door, and my heart drops. "Harry..." I cry softly, tears springing to my eyes. He lay there, battered and bruised. He had a cast around his left arm, blood being transfused to him. I wipe a hot tear away, the doctor wheeling me to His bedside. "Oh Harry!" I cry, grabbing his left hand. I'm surprised out how cold it is. My finger slides over his wedding band, silver. I slide it off gently. I read the inside, 'I'll love you forever with every piece of me... -Ariel Styles'. I slip it back on his finger, trying not to sob due to my ribs. "Why is he so bad?" I ask.

"When your car flipped, another car smashed into Harry's side, the impact breaking his left arm, you guys spun around and smashed into a nearby tree."

"Why did we crash?"

"We're not really sure, we believe that Harry may have lost control and the wheels slipped."

"He didn't mean to. He was angry and he had his foot on the gas, he didn't mean for us to lose control." I sob.

"We know, we know he'd never try to hurt one of the last things he had left in this world."