Twist (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 21.

Charlotte's POV:

I woke up in the exact same spot I was in last night, in the small hospital bed. Harry's monitors were beeping steadily and the sound was almost relaxing.

I slowly rolled my head around, allowing myself to wake up. Angeline was walking around, sanitizing a few different surfaces and straightening up my school supplies that I'd left out the night before.

"What time is it?" I asked, my voice raspy. She looked at her tiny wristwatch.

"About 7." I sighed, relieved that it was Saturday.

"I see you didn't have any trouble falling asleep last night." She nodded towards Harry.

"Oh..yeah. Sorry about that, I just-"

"Charlotte, it's okay." She stopped me. "You worry too much."

"That's all I know how to do." I told her. The depression has been building up the past few days and has finally set in.

All these questions raced through my mind. What if he doesn't wake up? What if something happens to him?

I lowered my head, not wanting to cry anymore. Angeline took the opportunity to swiftly exit the room, leaving me to process my thoughts.

Harry's POV: (sort of)

No matter how hard I tried opening my eyes, they wouldn't and my entire body felt so heavy that I could swear I was drowning.

I could hear things happening around me, lots of little beeping noises and what sounded like a girl, crying. Why was she crying?

I made a second attempt at opening my eyes and even though it was extremely hard, my vision flooded in and I had to bling multiple times to get a clear image. My mind immediately went to my hands. I tried moving them and they slowly made two large fists.

Then I saw her. She was sat on the edge of the bed, her back facing me.

I thought of ways to get her attention, then finally ended up patting my hand back and forth on the bed. Her head whipped around and her mouth flew open.

"Oh my God." She whispered. Her arms wrapped around me in a large embrace. She started crying into me and I lied there and let her.

I coughed a few times to try and talk and she pulled away, sitting on the edge of the bed. She just stared at me, crying.

"I missed you so much." She choked out, hugging me again.

"That's great, but," I started. "Who are you?" The sound of my voice caused her to slowly pull away. Why did she look so defeated?