*THIS STORY IS NOT MINE. I REPEAT NOT MINE. I JUST SAW THIS FROM SOMEHWERE.*
You were driving to the grocery store. As usual, Niall had eaten all of your and Harry’s food. You and Harry have been dating for 2 years now and you really want him to ask you to marry him. You think he was going to very soon, he’s been dropping hints. Asking you about marriage, how your ideal proposal is, he’s even showed you a couple of engagement rings and asked which one you liked best.
You were in a rush, driving because you had gotten a text from Harry saying to meet him at your guy’s “special place” at 3:00 PM and it was already 2:15 PM. You haven’t even bought the food yet! You see the light on the traffic light turn red but, since you’re in such a rush, you decide to keep driving. Suddenly, a truck blasts it’s horn and you see it driving fast towards your direction. Before you can react, it hits you, a wave of intense coursing through your body before you black out entirely.
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You wake up to see yourself in a white room. You body is filled with nothing but pain and covered in bandages. You slowly turn your head to the right, making sure not to increase the pain, and see Harry be your side, holding your hands loosely. He is sleeping, like the angel he is. A smile creeps onto your face but then drops when you see his eyes. They’re completely red and sore, like he’s been crying for days.
"Ha-Harry…" You croak out. You realize how dehydrated you are. He stirs awake and his eyes go wide.
"(Y/N)!" He says with that famous, excited smile of his. He gets up to your side in 0.2 seconds and kisses you all over your face, causing some pain but you deal with it because you love the feel of his lips. Finally, his lips meet yours and stay there for a couple of minutes. You pull back because the thirst is killing you.
"Wa-water, water." He grabs the cup of water and leans it to your lips. You drink the water, feeling the moisture restore back into your mouth and throat.
"What happened?" You ask.
"You got into a car accident. It was pretty bad… You were unconscious for about a week. I-I didn’t think you would ever wake up.." He started to tear up.
"Well, I did, didn’t I? So no reason to be sad, Styles." You held your hand out for him to grab. He grabbed it in an instant and leaned in for another kiss.
"I can’t lose you. You’re my everything." His jade eyes staring intensely in yours, as if it was the last time he’d ever see you.
"I’ll always be with you." You whisper.
Suddenly, the doctor came in. His face was very serious, filled with sorrow. Like, he was about to give very bad news.
"(Y/N), I see you’re awake."
"Yes, doctor. Is everything okay?" You said.
"No… No, (Y/N), actually I have very bad news. The damage to your heart and lungs cannot be repaired. We have tried everything but… It can’t be fixed. I am so sorry."
"Wh-what does that mean?" You felt tears welling up into your eyes. You couldn’t imagine what he was about to say.
"You have maybe a day or two to live. I am surprised that you even woke up. I-I am so sorry." And with that, he left your room. You couldn’t believe what he just said. I-I’m… Dying? You thought. You looked to Harry, and his eyes were watering, you could literally see his heart breaking into millions of pieces.
"No. No, this cannot be happening. It’s not. I’m dreaming. This isn’t real. You-you can’t go. You can’t b-be l-leaving m-me." Harry said, started to cry uncontrollably. You joined him, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You didn’t want to die, you were so young. More importantly, you didn’t want to leave Harry.
