Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 14: Dead.

Harry's P.O.V.

I layed there, my eyes staring up. All I could see were bright lights above me, nothing less nothing more. I turned my head sideways. Hospital. I was in a hospital room. I had an IV inserted in my arm, and I wore nothing more than a hospital gown. I felt weak. I couldn't remember a thing. All I could see was the flashback of Kylie hitting me in the leg, trying to get my attention. We sat there upside down. No one could breathe. The van had flipped over the second the train hit it, and the van went flying before landing and crashing everyone inside it. It wasn't long until something else happened. A car ran into us.  The car came from Kylie's side of the van. I didn't feel a lot of pain, I couldn't feel anything at all. But I do remember looking over to Kylie, the blood rushing to my head, as we were upside down, and her eyes closed, blood running everywhere from her skull to her arms and everywhere.

That image came flashing into my mind. This was all my fault. If I hadn't told the lads that I wanted to go to the mall, we would have stayed home, and wouldn't be in the hospital. I had to find out where the others were. I tried to scream. Believe me, I did. I opened my mouth and tried to shout as loud as I could. At the top of my lungs. But nothing came out. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak. I tried pressing a red button which I assume was the nurse button because 5 of them ran into the room a second later. 

"MR.STYLES?!" One of them asked.

"My girlfriend...where's my girlfriend. My friends?" Surprisingly, some words did manage to sneak past my lips. 

"Mr.Styles, your friends are alright. Except Louis...Tomlinson. He's in the operating room right now, the doctors are trying to get the shards of glass out of his stomach without doing any damage."

"Can I see my friends? My girlfriend?" I asked again.

She nodded, and left the room. The rest followed. About a minute later, my friends came rushing in the room. Liam came in with a few broken fingers and a broken leg with crutches, Haley with a patch on her forehead and a broken arm, Zayn had nothing except a couple of scratches and bruises, and same for Niall. That brought me back to my original question. Where's my girlfriend? Where's Kylie?

"Where is she?" I whispered, terrified. Haley gulped. I could tell something was wrong. I grabbed Haley's hand. She helped me sit up. 

"Where is she, Haley? Where's Kylie?" 

"Harry, just relax for a bit. You're gonna bring your heart rate up." Liam said, trying to calm me down. 

"Where. Is. Kylie?!" I said louder in an angry tone. That's when Zayn's eyes filled with fear and tears. I  could tell the others did too. Zayn slowly sunk to the floor, the wall supporting him as he went down. He was crying hysterically.

"Zayn?" Liam helped him up. 

"WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?" I shouted. 

"WHERE'S MY GIRLFRIEND?!" I repeated. Niall walked over to the bed. "Mate, calm down. Do you want a nurse?" He said. 

"Niall. Please. Tell me where she is. Or at least what happened?" I whispered now.

"Let's get some nurses in here!" Niall yelled, running out of the room. I heard the beeping sound turn louder, and faster. "KYLIE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"WHERE'S KYLIE? WHERE'S MY GIRLFRIEND.. KYLIE!" Tears were streaming down my face as I yelled as loud as I could. 

The rest of my friends started crying, especially Haley. "WHAT HAPPENED?!" I continued. I wasn't going to give up. I want Kylie. I wanted her right now. Where the hell was she?!

The nurses came in. "Get away from me. I'm fine." I said. I took the nurses hand. 

"Please. Tell me. I can handle it. I need her. Just tell me where she is. Please."

The nurse sigh. "Room 108. They're about to take her away. You have a few minutes to say your last words." She said, walking out of the room. What? What the fuck?! I looked over to my friends. Their mouths hung open, more and more tears coming down. 

Take her away? Last words? WHAT? Before I knew it, I was back on my feet. My toes hit the frigid cold floor. I ran up and down hallways, searching for room 108. Buckets of tears ran out of my eyes. This isn't happening. Is Kylie really dead? No, she couldn't be. She meant to much to me, God couldn't just take her away from me. I wouldn't let that happen. Not in a million years.

Room 108. I took a deep breath, but it was hard when I couldn't breathe because of the tears. I twisted the knob. Doctors were inside, removing shots and IV's out of her system. They looked at me, nodded at each other, and left the room. I sat down next to the bed on a chair. 

I looked at the bed. A sheet covered her perfect face. No. NO! I took it off, revealing her blank and pale face. I couldn't breathe. My heart broke into a million tiny pieces, and it stopped beating. 

The machine that usually beeped just stopped and made a really loud continuous sound. I grabbed her cold hand, and buried my face in the crook of her arm. I cried. For a long time. It seemed like forever, but it was only a couple of seconds. I then looked up at her blank, emotionless face.

"You, Kylie Madeline Thompson, are the love of my life. I've never met anyone that makes me feel the way you do. No one. Not even the lads make me as happy as you make me. When I see you, I get butterflies. I love waking up to you in the morning, your beautiful face.." I remembered her face. Her dimples curved at the side of her cheeks when she breathed, and I looked at her. I stared at her face now. Her face then and now looked so different, but so similar in so many different ways. 

"You are the girl of my dreams. I always imagined us, in our huge dream house on the beach in Malibu. We'd raise our hundreds of children there, with little Darcy's and little Harry Jr.'s running around." I stopped, and chuckled, imagining the scene. "We'd raise our kids without a care in the world, and we would grow old together." The tears finally stopped. One last tear ran down my eye, on my cheek, and fell on Kylie's hand. 

It's like I had used all my tears. Like my eyes were dry and drained, and couldn't cry anymore. 

"You're the only thing I care about. You and the boys. The only things I love, I want, and I need." I then looked up at the ceiling. 

"Please. Please don't take away the only thing I care about. Please don't take her away." I looked back down at her face, and brushed my warm hand against her cold cheek. 

"PLEASE DON'T TAKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME! I HAVE DONE NOTHING! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO DESERVE THIS. YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE AWAY THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO ME! SHE'S MINE." I screamed. I screamed louder than before back in my hospital room. I heard some knocks on the door, but I just ignored them. 

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE KYLIE AWAY FROM ME. NO RIGHT! PLEASE, DONT! PLEASE, I BEG YOU. I'LL DO ANYTHING. I WILL DIE FOR HER, BUT PLEASE." I continued. "Please don't take her life." I whispered. The tears came back again. More than before, harder than before. 

"I've tried playing it cool. But when I'm looking at you! I can't ever be brave. 'Cause you make my heart race. Shot me out of the sky, you're my kryptonite. You keep making me weak. Yeah, frozen, and..." I sang her favorite song to her. She looked peaceful. But the life was like sucked out out of her brain, her body. Her happy personality was dead. Everything about her existence was dead.

I started singing the next words, until it hit me. Those last few words of that verse explained how I felt. Not just how I felt, but how everthing was.

"And can't breathe."