Twist (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 17.

Charlotte's POV:

"Gemma, I'm fine. It's okay." I whispered, not telling her that she was hurting me slightly. She pulled away, wiping her tears with the sleeve of her sweater.

"I know, I just.." She paused, crying. "It's Harry." She barely made out and my heart dropped down to my stomach.

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"What happened?" I asked her nervously, almost not wanting to know the answer. The few tears from earlier today were dried to my cheeks but I could feel new ones pushing their way forward.

"He-" She was interrupted by Angeline opening the door, pushing a wheelchair my way.

"You can see Harry if you want." She forced a smile, not knowing what she had walked into.

I nodded, mentally pushing my tears to the back of my head. I was helped into the wheelchair, Angeline pulling the door shut behind us seeing as we were the last ones out of the room.

A teary-eyed Gemma followed as we made out way down the hallway. Outside a fairly large room sat two people, a woman crying in the arms of a man who was also tearing up, both of them looking to be in their early forties.

"This is Charlotte." Gemma choked out. I nodded towards them, giving them a sympathetic smile.

The woman sniffled, taking my hand.

"I'm Anne," She introduced. "And this is Robin, Harry's stepfather." He shook my other hand while Anne held onto mine and Gemma's hands for dear life.

"Can I see him?" I turned, facing Angeline. She nodded and I patted Anne's knee assuring her I would be back.

I was wheeled into the Intensive-Care Unit, where I saw many beds but only one body, and that body belonged to Harry.

My hands flew over my mouth in shock at the sight of him.

"I'll give you some privacy, alright?" Angeline rhetorically asked as she quietly left the room.

I was relieved to hear the sound of his heart monitor beeping, signaling that he was still breathing.

I gently wheeled myself a few feet until I was at the side of his bed. My head involuntarily shook at his condition and tears poured out of my eyes.

Lying before me was not the Harry I knew, before me lied a boy with multiple cuts and bruises, a broken leg, same leg as mine, dried blood under his nose, and a large bandage on his head.

That was it, really. If I didn't have a broken leg, I would've stood up and broken things. I would've hit things until I couldn't anymore. But I still lost it, all but physically.

I broke down, I cried, but I dared not scream. I didn't want to be taken away from Harry and I wanted to be alone. I gently picked up his hand and rested it underneath my small one.

"Harry?" I whispered. No reply.

"He's sleeping, I shouldn't wake him." I told myself.

Even though he was sleeping, I was still going to speak to him.

"Harry," I began quietly. "I know you're asleep but, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry, and that I'm glad you're okay, and-" I took a large breath, letting the tears fall into my lap. "And I want you to know that everything is going to be okay." I sobbed, placing my head on the side of the bed.

Suddenly, a huge commotion was occurring outside. Multiple EMT's rushed a stretcher into the room, plugging a sick woman into tons of huge machines. The loudness containing the room was literally overwhelming, that I covered Harry's ears with my hands as best I could.

About twenty minutes later, the EMT's were out of the room and I began to wonder why twenty minutes of vigorous loud noise didn't seem to wake Harry or even cause him to budge.

Anne, Gemma, and a man in a white coat stood at the door, Gemma mentally asking permission for entrance. I nodded, bringing the three of them get to the bed.

"Hello Charlotte, my name is Doctor Stoll." He sympathetically shook my hand. "I'm sorry about all the disruption." He referenced to the EMT's.

"Oh um," I started, wiping my eyes. "It's fine, I just don't know why it didn't wake Harry at all. I mean, he didn't even move." I told him.

The three of them exchanged looks.

"Wait," Anne began. "Does Charlotte not-"

"No, no, I didn't get the chance to tell her." Gemma cried, running her hand through her hair.

"Tell me what?" I spoke slowly. The three of them exchanged looks when finally, Doctor Stoll spoke.

"Harry is..in a coma."

(A/N: Hi everyone, sorry I haven't updated in a few days, I've been really sick with a head cold and I haven't been to school the last two days! I hope you love the chapters to come! Please please please keep reading and VOTING! New reads and votes make my day so much better! Thank you all for what you've done! -Shelby)