It was on that day when I realized how much I needed Harry in my life. There was always that unexplainable feeling that losing him would be like losing a part of myself. I couldn’t, and still can’t, imagine being without him.
Harry is as still as the night, his chest barely rising with each inhale. I want to crawl into the bed with him and feel the beating of his heart next to mine. But he’s all tangled up in the tubes and the closest I can get to him is where I am now. I look up at the clock—at least half an hour has passed since I came into the room. What I want right now is the doctor to come back and tell me Harry will be okay. That it’s nothing major. That he’ll be back to normal soon. Someone knocks on the door and I turn, expecting to see the doctor walking in. Instead, I see Yerza, the nurse, standing just inside the room.
“Your friends just left and wanted to let you know they’ll be back in a few hours to see how Harry’s doing,” she says quietly. She starts to turn around and leave when I say something.
“Did the doctor say anything?”
I see the slight hesitation in her eyes before she shakes her head once. “He didn’t tell me anything,” she says slowly.
I don’t believe her. “Don’t I have the right to know the truth?” I say, my voice cracking.
Yerza stares at me for a second, as if contemplating whether to speak. “I overheard him talking to the other doctors,” she begins. “They say his condition is worse than they had expected.” A lump rises in my throat and I stiffen. Yerza looks at me sympathetically. “They’re trying to help him, Jenny. They’re doing the best they can.”
I shake my head. “Not enough,” I say hoarsely.
“He’s giving Harry a while longer to see if the IVs will have any effect.” Yerza pauses as she begins to turn around. She gives me one last piece of advice before she closes the door behind her. “There’s still hope, Jenny. Just remember that.”
A flood of emotion overcomes me as I look down at Harry. For a brief moment, I imagine him waking up and giving me a kiss, like he does every morning when our day begins. The paleness in his cheeks makes it seem like the life is slowly being sucked out of him. The little bit of hope I’m still holding onto seems to be rapidly diminishing. I almost lost you before. I can’t let it happen again.
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Forever and Always (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
Fanfic"To tell the truth, just talking aloud soothes me. Maybe it's because telling these stories is like reliving those breathtaking moments. Or maybe because it reassures me that I won't ever forget them. To me, making sure these memories stay alive mea...
