For Darcy: Harry Styles Story

Chapter 27

            "Shit!" I yelled. I had scared Darcy awake and she began to cry. I rushed to grab my things.

            "What are ya doin' man?" Zayn scratched his head and stood up.

          "Harry is in the fucking hospital, Zayn. That fucking idiot crashed his car," I spoke than placed my shoes on. He picked up crying Darcy and ran to Miranda's room. It was quiet, Darcy had stopped crying and all you heard was Miranda yell "No-oo!" She came out the bedroom crying and this time Zayn held her. She was so pale, even worse than before, and she had bags under her eyes. I couldn't see her like this. "We need to go, now," I motioned to the door. Liam rushed to put his shoes on. Miranda barely held herself up. Liam grabbed the car keys and we ran out the front door.

            Zayn stayed behind with Miranda and Darcy, while Liam and I went to see if Harry was okay. Liam tried to drive as fast as he could without a cop pulling us over, it felt like hours until we actually pulled up into the parking lot of the hospital. We rushed inside and ran to a woman sitting the front desk. "Please ma'am we're here to see how Harry Styles is, please help us," Liam was panicking. You can tell by the way he breathed in and out heavily, the way his fingers trembled and his pupils we dilated. He had bags under his eyes, he didn't really sleep much this week. It's been crazy for him.

                "Um and you are?" She asked taking out tan colored folders from behind her and placing them on her desk.

            "I'm Liam Payne and this is Niall Horan, We are very close friends with Harry and his girlfriend Miranda is currently crying her eyes out at their house with our other friend Zayn Malik and their daughter Darcy and-" he stopped mid sentence and placed his head in his hands. 

          "Mate," I placed my hand on his back and rubbed it in circles.

          "I just need to know if he's okay," he cried. This hit him, hard. I hardly see him like this. I hate how this seems to be eating him alive, all these stupid situations that keep happening. I just don't undertsand. The lady looked at her computer.

         "He's in room 216, that's on the second floor. You need to take the lift thats down this hall and on your right, and once you get off, make a left, the room should be on your right side a couple of doors down," she said and reached her palm across to touch Liam's shoulder. "He'll be okay Mr. Payne," she assured him. He thanked her and we rushed to the lift. 

         We reached the second floor within seconds and we turned left right away, Liam and I looked only on the right side, room 216 was about 12 doors down when we finally arrived. Doctors surrounded Harry on his bed. Liam began crying. 

           "I can't take this anymore. I feel so much pitty! I just can't deal with the constant in and out of the same hospital!" He sat against the wall. I sat infront of him cross-legged and placed my hands on his shoulders.

          "Hey, we can get through this. It's the troubles in life that gets us to where we are. I know its a lot of stress but we can fight the pain," he looked up at me and leaned in for a hug.

           "Excuse me, are you here for Mr. Styles?" A voice sounded behind us. We both stood up and said yes. "Well, I'm doctor Harvy. Harry was fully intoxicated before crashing. He has a broken rib also a brused one and a broken leg. His face is a little bit bruised on his cheeks, he has a cut on the side of his head and he was knocked out for quite a while, but now he's doing just fine, we've fixed him up and he'll hopefully be home in 3 days maximum," the old doctor smiled.

             "Thank you so much, Dr. Harvy. May we go in?" Liam asked.

            "Sure you can, he's just asleep, you can stay as long as you'd like," he smiled than walked away. 

             "Ready?" I asked. Liam nodded and we walked in to see Harry.