My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 17

Over.

Darci's POV

4 days. I've been in his room for four days. I haven't moved, eaten, slept, nothing.

He's not officially gone forever but he is for now until they find him. But they haven't. And it's been four days.

It's all their fault. It's all her fault.

Why her? Why not me?

I wouldn't have made him get on that cruise ship. A simple movie would've been good for me.

But no. A cruise. A horrid one if you ask me.

There's another knock on the door but I say nothing. It opens. Jade.

She says nothing, as do I. She gives me a hug, but I don't return it.

She runs her hands over the newly formed cuts, I cringe but do nothing else. I'm too weak. I'm over.

She leaves the room crying and Zayn replaces her.

He lays down next to me and pulls me close.

His eyes are blood shot but not as much as mine.

We lay there for what felt like hours until the phone rang.

We looked at each other and he answered it. He frowned and looked away. "Fan" was all he says.

That made me cry. It got my hopes up.

A little later, Zayn left me. I was alone. Again. I always have been.

My phone rings.

"Hello?" I ask weakly. "I'm okay." My heartbeat picked up. "Harry?" I cry. "Baby, I'm okay. I-"

And then I woke up.

I screamed. I cried. I cursed myself.

It was so real.

Niall runs in first. Then the others.

I fall asleep again and don't wake up until the next morning, almost afternoon.

"Baby girl, please get up. We go to America today. Please eat a little something love." Louis walks into my room.

I sigh and reluctantly get up, I shower, brush my teeth and birds nest of hair, and get dressed.

I eat a piece of toast.

Minutes later we are at the airport to take a plane to the States.

After a horribly long flight, we are in California. A St. Joseph's hospital to be exact.

We are here to see if Harry's dead in the morgue or barely alive in an uncomfortable hospital bed.

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We go through the morgue first. no Harry. I let my hope get the better of me and I let a sigh of relief go.

Now the rooms.

We go through thirty before reaching the last room.

Kendall. And a curtain.

I'm the first to run to it.

And behind it, a lifeless Harry.

They say he's alive, but it sure as hell doesn't look like it.

I get on my knees and take his cold hand into mine.

I run my free one through his curls.

I stand up and basically watch his every move.

I listen to his heart monitor and drift into a daze.

Remembering what he's done for me and what all he's told me.

"I love you." I whisper to him. I bend over and kiss his pale and cool lips.

As I turn to walk away, I hear something. I turn towards him and see his eyes barely openeing.

"D-D-Darce?" he whispers weakly. "Harry!" I cry.

I run back over to him and sit beside him on the bed, "I love you too." He whispers back.

He tries to sit up but I insist he doesn't, he listens to me. But then, instead of pulling himself up, he pulls me down. And we kiss. For real this time.

And it reminds me that, no, I'm not over.... I've only just begun.

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#sorry it's short, but yeah. I tried to do something kinda depressing and stuff but idt it worked but yeah anyways.

I think my crush like, asked me on a date but I'm not for sure lol. he tends to not follow through with plans but hey, who knows?

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