One Direction Dating Scenarios

Harry - Like Titanic (Chapter 7)

Harry knew something was wrong the moment he realized his hand was empty.

He had been straddling the line between dream and consciousness for a few hours, but he finally jolts awake when it occurs to him the warmth of your skin is missing.

The first thought that comes to mind is the first thing that always comes to his mind. ‘This is it. She finally decided to leave me.’ A few seconds of horrifying panic and then gradual logic. ‘Oh, wait. She’s probably just in the cafeteria, having coffee with my mum. Or something….’

Still. Something doesn’t feel right.

He rips the sheets off him and swings his legs over the edge of the bed to get up. The sudden movement, however, sends an excruciating pain through his head, like someone hammering a nail into his skull. It clouds his vision so he just sits there, disoriented for a while. ‘What the hell?’

A hand, which he immediately grasps, grips his shoulder. “Harry?” His mother. “What is it, darling?”He shakes his head, instantly regretting it when the throbbing intensifies.

He tries to think of something else, anything but the pain. He tries to think of you, but as more and more people start flooding into the room—the boys, the nurses, the doctor, even Clarke—his heart rate quickens on the monitor.

Where are you? Why aren’t you there? Your absence is just making it worse.

 His mother continues to hold him, helping a little bit. Once he starts to feel the pain slowly wash away, his doctor sighs. “Harry, you really need to take it easy. Things like this can happen—”

“Where is she?” Harry asks, his voice hoarse. No one seems to hear him.

“Wait, wait,” Clarke interjects. “They have another concert in two weeks. Is he going to be able to perform?”

“I’m fine. Where is—?”

“He really should get more rest. Performing like that may just slow down his recovery…” His doctor argues.

“Yeah, we could postpone the show,” Liam suggests. “I’m sure people would understand—”

“WHERE IS SHE?!” Harry shouts, shutting everybody up. They all stare at him, wide-eyed and completely speechless.

Finally, Louis looks around the room, now noticing your absence as well. “Yeah…where is [Y/N] anyway?”

Zayn and Niall start to dart out of the room. “We’ll find her,” Zayn assures them.

“Don’t bother,” Clarke stops them. “She’s not here. I saw her leave the hospital.”

. . .

It took you hours to convince your best friend to keep quiet. You had her text Liam to get an update on his condition, and started to somewhat relax on the positive news. He was released earlier today.

The bad news…he went straight to your house following his departure from the hospital.

You’d heard the frantic knocking at the front door. One desperate look at your mom and she understood. You hid out of sight while she opened the door to confront Harry.

“Hey—hi,” he sounded out of breath. “I’m so sorry for the intrusion. Is, uh, is [Y/N] here? Can I talk to her please?”

“I’m afraid not, Harry,” your mom responded, sympathetic. “Believe me, she’s glad to know you’re well, but she really wants to be alone right now.”

He was silent for so long that you had almost peeked to see if he was even there anymore.

“I…” he spoke up. “I don’t understand. Is she—did I do something?”