Finding My Way Back To You

Chapter 18

**TWO MONTHS LATER**

In the past two months, I have visited Alexis about seven other times. I sometimes went with Rae, and sometimes I would go by myself. She refuses to tell us what we apparently 'didn't hear'. Whenever we would go, and ask her, she would always have this evil glint in her eye and mute herself.

As the days, and weeks went by, I stopped going to the hospital every single day. If I went every day, I would go just for a while somedays, and others, a few hours or if I had nothing to do, all day. I haven't been going often because I am busy now.

I re-started my job as a model, with Gabby since she came along to the interview and the boss 'loved her' and thought me and her would be perfect together, whateva. I have to attend a bunch of fundraisers that everyone sets up for Harry, and I just get tired.

There really is nothing for me to do there, literally, but sit there, praying that Harry will soon wake up, or walking around the room, staring out the window or going on my phone. One day, I stayed overnight because Harrys doctor told me he had a heart attack. I couldn't leave that night, I was scared something  else would happen.

This week, I've went to the hospital only two times. I had three fundraisers, I had to work all day on Monday and Tuesday, and I'm just exhausted. It may not be a lot, but for me, it is.

I really am start to think about a lot. I'm thinking that maybe Harry, won't wake up, he'll stay like this until he dies.. and also I'm starting to  think, what if Kyle really is alive? There is a tiny possibilty he might be from all the things Alexis has told us.

"Gab, c'mon we are literally late! Stop fixing your hair, they are going to do that inside!" I tell Gabby, who is currently still sitting in my car, fixing her hair in the mirror.

"Well the stupid heat is making my hair all frizzy Ari." Gabby says.

I grab her arm, pulling her out of my car, and closing and locking the doors quickly.

Gabby yells out of frustration, which attracts the attention of photographers.

"Arianna! Gabby! Over here!" One of them yells, as they continously snap pictures of us. We keep our heads down, running into the building.

Security holds them back, thankfully as we enter the lobby. We take the elevator upstairs, and are immediately greeted by our manager, I guess you could call her that. 

"Girls, you are late!" she tells us.

"Sorry about that Crystal, traffic." I tell her. 

"Its fine, thank god Mr. Simons didn't find out." she smiles.  Mr. Simons, is our boss.

We walk into our dressing rooms, putting all our stuff down. 

"So today you guys will be modeling casual, but dressy outfits." she tells us. She continues talking about everything we need to do, what I've heard countless times, and I go grab a water bottle.

After putting on our outfits, we go into the room, ya know where all the lights and cameras are.

"Perfect girls." Jeff, the photographer says, as we pose.

After changing about, eight times, we finally finish. 

"This is tiring." Gabby says as she collapses on the couch, texting someone on her phone. I come out of the bathroom in my sweats and my white v-neck, sitting down on the couch across from the one shes on.

I take a sip from my water bottle, leaning my head back on the wall.

"How are you not tired?" Gabby asks me.

"Do you not remember me doing this before everything happened?" I ask her. "I'm used to it." I shrug.

"Ugh." she groans.

"C'mon lets go." I tell her, getting up and putting on my white converse.

"I'm not coming with you." Gabby tells me, getting up.

"Why?" I ask her, slinging my back over my shoulder and going by the door.

"Niall is picking me up, I texted him to come before the last shoot because he wants to go out to eat or something." Gabby replies, getting up and collecting her things.

"Oh ok." I say. "Bye" I wave, walking out.

"Whens our next shoot?" I ask Crystal, walking with her towards the elevator.

"Next..." she says, and checks her little book. "Friday."

"Ok, I'll see you then, bye." I smile, walking into the elevator.

I reach the lobby, walking out of the elevator. I see photographers outside, so I put my sunglasses on and walk out.

"Arianna! Over here!" 

"Hows Harry?"

"Look here!"

"Arianna!" 

I ignore them, getting into my car and pulling out of the parking spot.

Considering its early, I start driving to the hospital. I mean, I think I should go considering I havent been there in a while.

HARRYS POV

I haven't heard her voice in so long. 

Maybe a month, two months, a year?

The only voices I hear are of my mothers, the guys, and the girls.

I don't seem to here her voice every day like I used to.

Did she forget about me? Did she just give up on me, and move on? Does she even care about me anymore?

I can process things now, why do I need to be here?

It seems I have lost Arianna, the love of my life, so whats worth fighting for now?

How about I just let go, disappear from the face of the earth?

ARIANNAS POV

The elevator dings and the doors open. I walk down the hall and I am stopped by nurse Nancy.

'Arianna, you havent been here for a few days, whats wrong?" she asks.

"I've been busy with work." I reply, sighing.

"Oh well, I would just like to tell you, Harry is not doing so well." she shakes her head.

"Thank you." I smile, and she walks away  to help a patient. I continue to walk down the hall until I reach Harrys room.

I open the door, sighing once I see him. I sit down on the chair, and just watch him.

Theres nothing even for me to say, I always repeat the same things to him.

I go on my phone, replying to messages I haven't bothered opening. I put my phone in my bag, turning back to face Harry.

I sit here for a few more minutes before I sigh, getting up. I'm just going to go home.

I am about to pick up my bag when a ringing is heard. I turn my head, seeing that line, that used to go up and down, is now going in a straight line.

Doctors and nurses instantly rush into the room with equipment,  pushing me out.

"No! Thats my fiance I cant leave him!" I cry, as they push me. "Stop! I need to stay! He needs me here!"

"Honey, the best you can do is wait out here, and pray he will be okay." Nurse Nancy tells me and walks back in the room, closing the door. I look inside the window, until one of the nurses pulls the curtain down and I can no longer see a thing.

I sit down in the chair beside the door, putting my head in my hands and crying even more.

"Please dont give up Harry."