|Janissa|
My body had yet to stop shaking. Me and Jess follow Harry's stretcher into the ambulance, faced with a ton of beeping machines. The entire atmosphere made me nerves, and I can tell the feeling was present in Jess as well. As soon as we sat down, Harry reached for our hands. His hand was covered in blood from gripping his wound, his breathing horrifyingly light, and his voice too low.
"Hi..." He whispers with a forced smile. I couldn't help but laugh through the tears at his 'all-is-good' attitude.
"Hey." I whisper back. I am soon brought back to the terrible truth that we are on our way to the hospital all too soon when the doors close, keeping us trapped in the back. Harry's shirt is now completely soaked in blood, the green fabric no longer a known color.
"Does it hurt?" Jess whispered, giving his father's hand a light squeeze. Harry took a while to answer, for the EMS in the back applied pressure to his bleeding wound. Green eyes close for just a moment too long, and I begin to panic... "Haz?" Jess whispers.
No answer.
"Harry?" His grip on my hand loosened, a new army of tears raging through my eyes. Suddenly the the annoying beeping is silenced. A flat line covers the screen. My heart raced, and at one point, I forgot how to breath.
"Harry!" Jess screams, lunging for his father's body. I am forced to pull him onto my lap, holding his thrashing body. Tears spill down his face, his new found grip on my stomach tightens. "Fix him!" He yells to the paramedic.
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The waiting room is too quiet, and I am able to hear my own heartbeat. Jess is asleep on my lap, and I have not yet been able to control my shaking. My hands grip onto the young boys shirt. What happens if Harry does pass? What will happen to his house, his things? I would not be able to handle seeing Jake clean out his house.
I may be forced to take part in the cleansing of him. What will happen to Jess? He has no other guardian. If Harry passes, he will be thrown back into the system. Harry wouldn't want that. I would take it upon myself to legally adopt him before I witness Jess being put in another 'safe environment'.
We have been here for hours, and not a single doctor or nurse has came to us with any new on Harry's stability. We need him in our lives, there in no if, and, or but about it. Jess needs his father, and I need my soul-mate.
More hours pass, and still nothing. Jess is now awake by my side, and eating a bag of chips. It seems like all we eat now is hospital vending food. It seems as if when everything is close to perfect, something has to happen.
Me and Harry say we love each other... Jess needs to be hospitalized.
Me and Harry make love... My father tries to kill him.
There seems to be no way around this story, but I don't want it to be like that anymore. I want to be able to have that perfect life, with the perfect boyfriend, and the perfect family. But it seems lilke we will never reach where we both want to be.
John.
Chloe.
Jake.
Anne.
Something is always happening, causing us to question our relationship. I don't want to think. 'if we weren't together...' or 'if Harry had not come back from London...". All of these thoughts are making my head heart, and my heart pound.
"Styles." A deep voice states. Both Jess, and I jump from our seats, nearly tripping over each others feet.
"How is he?" I rush out.
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Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing
Fanfiction"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would b...
