Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"You Need To Open Your Eyes."

(Hey guys, I am really sorry for the super short chapter, but I am really stressed out. My mother keeps starting arguments with me, and it is to the point where I just need someone to listen to me. It seems like the world is against me, and I honestly don't know how much longer I can handle it. Anyway, I love you all, and enjoy. (: )

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|Janissa|

I just don't understand why he is not waking up. He should have been awake by now. My eyes followed Harry's chest as it steadily moved up and down. His breathing seemed normal, his heart rate looked fine, but the medicine was holding him under. I haven't left his side, and by now, that was no longer a good thing.

"He is still under..." I whisper. My voice was raspy with desperate need of hydrading, but I couldn't stomach the idea of leaving him here alone.

"You need to eat something, Janissa. Go home and rest." Louis' voice sounded from the phone. He had just put Jess to sleep in his spare bedroom, telling me how the small child insisted that he have the door locked.

"I need to be here in case he wakes up. I need to be here when he wakes up." 

What if he woke up while I was in the bathroom, or at home. He would think that I did not care enough too stick around. My fingers were entwined with his as I gently gave him a light squeeze. My lips connected with the back of his hand.

"Janissa, the doctor will call us if there are any changes." After a moment of silence, Louis continued, "I am coming to pick you up." He whispered.

"No, I am not leaving him!" I protested, rather loudly, earning a few stares from the passing nurses. 

"Listen to me, I am coming to pick you up. You are coming to mine, eating something, then sleep. Once you wake up and wash, then you can go back to the hospital, sound fair?" Louis was demanding, and I knew better than to object when he was like this.

"Okay." I whisper into the speaker.

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Jess ran into my arms as soon as his large blue eyes made contact with mine. He latched himself onto my leg, refusing to let go until I had taken a seat on the foot of Louis bed. My fingers ran through his hair, as Louis' ran through mine.

"He is going to be okay." He whispered, placing a soft kiss onto my for-head. The gesture brought me confort, his words I hoped to be true. My grasp tightened around Jess as he mentioned whether or not Harry was going to be coming home. "Enough of this talk. I am going to go make dinner." 

Louis had always been good in the kitchen, but nothing compared to Harry's cooking. He exited the room, urging Jess to follow to help him prepare while I shower. Once both boys were gone, I found myself relieved at the absence of heavy breathing. Harry needed to make it through, I knew he would, he already had, all he needed to do now was to wake up.

My feet padded against the hard wooden floor as I made my way to the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower. The warm water hitting my tense muscles was a feeling of relief. I needed to calm down. He was safe, he was just sleeping... Rather heavily. Upon washing my body, I heard as a phone began to ring, not mine, nor Louis'. I knew that ringer, it was Harry's. Quickly jumping from the shower, I threw a towel on, making my way towards the phone.

Chloe's name was bright on the screen. But not as a saved number, more like a caller ID from a standard house phone. I decided I didn't want to deal with her bullshit, I let the phone go to voice-mail, returning to my shower.