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Don't Let Me Go

Don't Let Me Go 

Another cold and snowy night at London. Sitting on the car seat next to Harry, I started to see frost slowly creeping up the window. I began to worry if it was still safe to drive out in this cold weather. My teeth started to chatter while I shivered. Harry caught a glimpse of me shivering, and he reached for my hand. The touch of his skin was so warm, I felt so safe. I started to blush, but I managed to nnot let him notice.

"H-Harry, i-it's too c-cold outside. T-the road m-must be f-frozen by now. I-It's too dangerous." I chattered.

"Don't worry (Y/N), I'm right here. We'll get to the hospital soon. You're fever's getting worse by the minute."

 I suddenly remembered that I had a fever. Just a few minutes ago, I remember falling down on the floor while trying to get to the restroom. Harry quickly caught me and decided to take me to the hospital. But the news on TV caught everyone's attention in the house.

"A category 5 snowstorm is slowly heading towards London and it's neighboring countries today. All are advised to stay indoors for the next 2 days. Due to the cold weather, some roads are closed because they have been frozen...."

"Harry, you can't go outside. It's too dangerous for the both of you!" Eleanor pleads.

"I'm sorry, but (Y/N)'s getting sicker and sicker! We have to go now!" Harry says, with concern in his voice.

 And that's how I ended up here. I just looked out the window silently with his hand still holding onto mine. I've been in love with him for the past 2 years, and I've been waiting so long for him to tell me that he loves me too. But something inside me is telling me that he does love me. His eyes always seem to lighten up everytime I look at them. The warmth of his touch was not like a  friendly-touch-touch.

  No, it was something else. But I wasn't sure yet. Well, because I haven't told him yet. But because he told me that he liked someone else. At that moment, I felt tears rushing down my cheeks. Those words he said about that other girl was too much for me to keep in. I quickly put my hand away from his and started to cry. I cried, thinking that he only did this because I'm sick. That I need to get well soon.

"(Y/N), wha- why are you crying?" he asked, looking worried.

I looked at him, and asked "Why are you doing this?"

"What?"

"Risking yourself just to get me to the hospital? Why?"

Harry sighed softly and just kept his gaze on the road. He bit his bottom lip, as if he wanted to say something, but he just sighed again.

"Harry...say something...please..."

"(Y/N) I-I can't..."

I was taken aback by his words. And that's when I couldn't keep it in anymore. I let it go.

"THAT'S IT HARRY! THAT IS IT! I JUST WANTED TO KNOW WHY YOU'RE DOING THIS? I LOVE YOU HARRY, THAT'S WHY I ASKED! I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU LOVED ME TOO! FOR PETE'S SAKE HARRY, ALL YOU HAVE TO TELL ME IS WHY YOU'RE DOING THIS! IT'S KILLING ME HARRY! KILLING ME!"'

  Silence. After the last word I shouted, a long, 'moment of silence went on. He then pushes his feet onto somewhere. I couldn't see where because my eyes were blurred by the tears. He pushed on it again and again. All of a sudden, the car started to speed up. Was he speeding up because he's angry? I started to get nervous as the car speed up even more.

"Harry...I-I'm sorry...that w-wa-"

"Put your seatbelt on." he firmly demands.

"W-what?"

"(Y/N), NOW! PUT IT ON, NOW!"

I started to get angrier and angrier by the moment.

"NO HARRY, TELL ME WHY!"

"(Y/N)!"

"TEEELLL MEEEE!"

  He looks at me with a look I've never seen before. Terror. Absolute terror. He was afraid. Afraid of, something. I couldn't tell what, but he took my hand and kissed it softly. The warmth of his kiss crawled all over my body sending chills down my spine. I started to feel drops of tears on my hand. He looked at me again, not minding the car. His green eyes were now filled with concern and care, with love. Tears flowed down his rosy cheeks as he started to speak softly.

"(Y/N), I do love you. I do...I-I love you s-so much..." he started to break down.

"H-Harry...I..."

"Please....just put on the s-seatbelt..." he murmured.

I quickly did as he told. He quietly looks at me again, with one hand on the wheel, and murmurs those words again and again.

"I love you (Y/N), ever since the day I met you. My heart never felt this alive and well before. You were MUCH more different than the others. You're special. I love you (Y/N), so much, that it kills me to see you suffering. I-I love you...."

He places his hand on my cheeks to wipe my tears.

"...and I-I will do everything to keep you safe..."

I parted my lips to say something, but something was coming up fast towards us.

"H-HARRY! THE STREET LIG-"



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   I opened my eyes slowly, as a bright streak of light hit my eyes. A sting of pain greeted me once I woke up. I found myself lying on a hospital bed, with the boys sleeping on the couches and my parents sleeping next to me. I tried to move my arms, but the pain made me put it back down. I groaned in pain, which woke up almost everyone in the room.
They all looked at me with surprised faces, their eyes wide as saucers.

"W-was I t-that loud?" I muttered, smiling.

"(Y/N)! You're alive!" they all shouted in relief.

   Mom's eyes were puffy and red, she obviously cried too much. My dad seemed to have cried to. The boys started to surround me and ask me if I was alright and if I needed anything. I then saw patches of bruises and gauzes over some parts of my arms and legs. A fever can't cause you  bruises, can it? I couldn't remember anything else that happened after Harry said tha-

"WAIT!" I shouted.

All of them were taken aback.

"(Y/N), what is it dear?" my mom asked worriedly.

"W-where's Harry mom? Where i-is he?"

  They all looked at each other silently. Not a single mouth opened with words. I started to panic, hyperventilating as the seconds pass by. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see his smile, his face, I just wanna see him. I wanted him to kiss me with his soft lips and make me feel safe again. I wanted his presence to be right here, right now. I want him to tell me once more that he loves me.

   A horrifying thought suddenly hits me. I tried to shake it off, but I just couldn't. The thought clinged onto my head, making tears flood down my cheeks. What if we crashed into something? What if he saw that the brakes weren't working, and he made me wear my seatbelt first because he wanted to save me? What if h-he's...

What if h-he's gone?

I then heard Harry's name on the TV.  I saw a reporter reporting about...him. About Harry.

"Breaking news in London tonight, due to the frozen roads created by the coming snow storm, a car slips and crashes onto a streetlight. Soon after, the police have identified the people in the car were no other that Harry Styles and his girlfriend, (Y/N). Both were rushed into the hospital, but sadly, only (Y/N) was saved due to minor injuries..."

   I didn't bother to listen more. I shot up at once, not minding the pain of my injuries. I started to stand up, with Niall and Zayn forcing me gently to lie back down. I quickly shoved them away, and started to limp towards the door. The dextros detached from my hand, as it fell down and spilled all over the floor. Gathering up all my energy, I limped outside towards the emergency room.

   I could hear a zapping sound from afar. I then heard someone shouting "clear", followed by the zapping sound again.  I then saw a room surrounded by a lot of girls crying. One noticed me and started to shout at me.

"THAT'S HER! SHE'S THE REASON WHY THIS HAPPENED TO HARRY! GET HER!"

  They all started to charge towards me, pinning me to the ground hard. Slaps went across my face followed  by hands pulling hardly onto my hair. I started to panic, shouting and crying for help. I crawled towards the door, with all the strength I have left, picked myself up, and looked past the window.

   There Harry laid, with his face in complete peace. It looked like he was only sleeping, but his body laid motionless. Blood was splattered on his face, with a big cut on his forehead. The sight killed me. Every second I looked at him, the more I started to fall apart. I wanted to go in and hug him tightly, telling him how much I loved him.
  
   I started to regret. To regret that I didn't say that I love him sooner. That I ate that much candy that made my throat ache, and made me sick. I was devastated that I didn't get to kiss those lips I've always dreamed of kissing. That I didn't get to see him get down on one knee and ask me to be his and only his forever.

"(Y/N), we need to get out of here, now." a voice firmly demands, which I soon recognized was Paul's.

"NO! NO NO NO PLEASE HARRY! PLEASE!  D-DON'T DO THIS TO M-ME HARRY, P-PLEASE!"

  But Harry laid there, with no suttle movements of any kind. I watched as the doctor pulls up a white sheet over his dead body. I struggled to get off Paul's grip, but I simply couldn't. My heart started to feel heavier and heavier by the minute. Hiccups escaped my mouth as I cried over and over again.

  Paul  carefully pulled me farther from him. I felt as if he was pulling me away from him, as if Harry was slowly drifting away from me. The girls' screams started to blur. All I could think of was Harry. About him slowly drifting away from me. The more I struggled, the more I started to feel weak. I struggled again, until my body finally gave up. Paul carried me gently, sighing sadly. My eyes caught Harry's face one more time, as I murmured a final plead.

"...please...don't let me go..."

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