To Love a Broken Heart

Chapter 19

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Beep…

Beep…

Beep…

What’s that noise?

Beep…

Voices. I hear voices.

“Come on Harry!”

The voice was warm, gentle and welcoming, like a cup of hot chocolate after a cold day.

A pinprick of light started to manifest as the staccato of beeping noises blended with the melodic voice. I felt myself move closer to the ball of light. The ball, it was warm, comforting and inviting.

“That’s it Harry; follow my voice.”

Every time I heard the voice the ball of light kept getting bigger and brighter. I found myself inching closer to it every second.

I don’t know where I am. It’s completely black, and dark, and cold. I’m just following; following the angelic voice; following the orb of light; and looking for a way out. Every step I take, the beeping gets louder; it’s getting faster.

Beep…beep…beep.

Beep…beep…beep.

As I approach the ball of light, I see a figure standing behind it, bathed in a divine light that made it look angelic. I can’t see it properly, but it has a smile, a wide smile that puts me into a trance, telling me to step closer and closer. And so I do just that. The angel extends its hand out for me and I take it.

“Welcome back, Harry.”

The last thing I see is a pair of oceanic blue eyes.

*~*

“Harry? Harry, did you just twitch your fingers?” A hoarse voice speaks.

I have to pry my eyelids open, but soon it does and a wave of light assaults me, blinding me. Instinctively, I raise my arms above my eyes to cover it from the light, but a sharp pain erupts in it when I do so. I look down and see needles injected into my left arm, and a bandage wrapped tightly around the hand.

I feel a squeeze on my right hand. I look to my right and see the same pair of sapphire eyes I saw in my dream – which felt oddly real.

“Hey there, sunshine.” Louis chuckles through broken sobs. He’s been crying?

“Uh – Where are we?” I ask, looking around the room. I see hospital beds around me, green shades bordering each bed. A window to my left overlooks, what seems to be, the hospital car park. We are a few stories high because all the cars that occupy the car park look like tiny, little ants. The smell of sanitizer – or whatever the hell they put on their hands – is profuse in the air and I try hard not to gag; I hate hospitals.

“You’re in hospital, Harry. You’ve lost quite a lot of blood. It wasn’t severe and you were only out a day, but I still feel so bad.” He mumbles, avoiding my eyes. “You wouldn’t even be here if I just…. If I- If…” he doesn’t get to finish; the tears that begin to pour out of his eyes, and the violent sobs he’s releasing has caused all his words to pool into a ball, stuck in his throat.

“If what?” I start, slowly placing my hand over his – it still hurts like hell. “If you just kept on bullying me; if you just kept on ignoring me; if you just kept on pretending like there’s nothing there? Louis, you would have been so depressed and lonely, and cranky, and even sassier than you already are!” he lightly chuckles at the last part and nods his head.