Skywalker

Chapter Fourteen

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Chapter Fourteen:

The cold air whipped the hair away from my face as i walked slowly out of the hospital. Harry’s hands gripped my forearm tightly as he steadied himself; ‘Alright, keep walking’ he said softly.

As i slid myself into the seat of the taxi i forced myself to look over at him, i took him for the first time; his pale face, his bloodshot eyes and the scar that trailed about his eye. I felt a great pang of nausea as i remembered how much better this was than when i first saw him. The blood that surrounded his face, of course it looked worse than it was. I can remember seeing his curls flat and his skin waxy and tinged green, i remember thinking it was over.

‘Shh’ I muttered as Daisy’s eyes glazed over and hot tears trickled out of her eyes, this happened whenever she looked at me properly, and i wanted it to stop – i didn’t want her hurting. Since being told i could come home i couldn’t stop smiling, i felt alright, just a bit tired and apart from the scar above my eye brow you’d never know I’d been in an accident.

My biggest concern had been the baby, and Louis, obviously i couldn’t shake the guilt about getting him hurt, but he hadn’t been too bad and he had refused to let me feel sorry for him. The baby however was almost due and having to miss the final weeks due to being bedridden i felt left out and alone. Daisy had been great, bringing me scans and videos, but i wanted to be home now, before the birth, i couldn’t wait.

By the time i had climbed up the stairs Daisy had recovered and was now chatting about what she wanted to do to the baby’s room. I watched as she walked slowly over to the sofa and sat down; again, taking in everything i had missed. In the last few weeks her face had become chubbier, her hair shinier than before and her stomach now filled out a large, but neat bulge.

I woke up to little flashing lights, a cold bed and a banging headache. I suddenly remembered where i was, and at least partly what had happened. I gasped and sat up right, i scanned the room for him, for my best friend. I found him, laying in the bed on the far side of the room, beeping filled my ears as i spoke.

Daisy’s point of view:

I hugged the cup between my hands; the warmth the radiated into my palms attempted to sooth me. I continued to stare and the painting of a flower, its skinny green stalk stuck up and resting on top was a purple primrose, its petals just hitting full-bloom. I looked at my watch: 4.03AM I rested my free hand on my stomach as i finished the dregs of my tea, i was having yet another sleepless night. I hated the crap that came with being pregnant. The horrid bloated feeling, the sleep deprived nights and of course, how hideous i looked. I placed the cup on the floor and walked back into the bedroom. I heard Harry shuffle in his sleep as i lay back down and rolled to face him.

Harry smiled slightly at me, his arms opened, I gave him a gentle hug and he kissed my nose, his right eye was puffy and the scar was still a deep red. ‘Can’t sleep’ i muttered fighting back the frustration and impatience i was feeling, i wanted to have the baby already. His hands flew to my head and stroked my hair; ‘ill sing’ and sing he did. His soft voice flowed into my ears and i found myself falling asleep.

And that’s how i slept, Harry singing me to sleep for the next week.

I know that Harrys suffering, it doesn’t take a fool to notice the look in his eyes as he stares at Louis, who’s sporting a broken wrist. Harry has it in his head that he hurt Louis, and i tell him all the time that it wasn’t his fault. Harry won’t have it, he’s stubborn and he doesn’t listen, i don’t know how i can help.

He isn’t the same himself anymore either, he has no jokes, no genuine smile, he isn’t cheeky and he doesn’t act the same way with the boys anymore.

I glance at him now, sitting at the table with the boys, a glassy stare frozen into his eyes as he tries to come up with some new lyrics. I watch as he nods and writes, i watch as his face never changes expression. It’s like he is in a trance, and nothing i can go will help him.

I’ve tried everything, taking him to his old house, going out, laughing at his old jokes, showing him photos, even sex won’t change him into the old, funny, cheeky Harry.

But suddenly, after all this time of trying so hard to get Harry back to his normal self, the one thing i was so scared would freak him out did it.

The thing being, the birth of our daughter.