Sincerely, yours. - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I yawn. The first thing I realize is that my head hurts. I groan and turn over, then realizing the whole rest of my body is throbbing almost as bad. 

All I can hear is beeping, coming from a faraway source. I can’t pick out the other sounds I am hearing. Everything just seems mashed together in an odd, unnatural way. I feel my chest burns insanely. I can barely breath. My skin pricks and my face feels like I had rubbed it continuously on sandpaper. 

And all at once, I realize I love it. The pain is so reassuring. It feels like the only real thing I have experienced in ages. I try and indulge in it as much as I can. It takes away from the pain deep inside of me that I had been experiencing for the passed weeks. 

“Good morning Mr. Styles.” a woman peers in my room, her eyes big and a nose to match. 

I don’t say anything.

“Oh, no. Please don’t move hunny. It’ll hurt.” she tells me, with a quick smile. I almost want to tell her that is my intention, but another question of my mental stability will surely set me off this time. So instead I just stop, nodding my head. 

“How are you doing love?” she asks. 

I figure I should probably attempt to speak, so I do. 

“I’m alright.” I reply, my voice is shaky, and sounds childish and scared. 

“I…” she stops, her eyes dropping down to her uniform. “I, heard about what had happened to your girlfriend. I am so sorry.” she licks her lips. She only looks a few years older than me. I really do wish she wouldn’t of brought up the subject of her death. But that’s really everything anyone talked about anymore. 

“I know.” is all I say. 

“You must miss her so much. I…” she pauses, her eyes trailing off into the distance, staring passed me. I wished she would just leave. “My friend knows her, and she said that she loved you so much.” 

And that’s when I lose it. I begin to scream, like a child who hasn’t gotten their way. I feel stupid but it’s the only way the woman will shut up. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” she repeats, backing slowly out of the room. I don’t stop until almost ten nurses are in the room, trying to hold me down. It’s so painful, they try not to grab my wounds, but my wounds are everywhere. 

And that’s when I see them pulling out a needle. I fight back, pleading through my screams for them to stop. Finally, everything goes quiet. They stop resisting me, they only hold me gently to the bed. I can feel the hot tears streaming down my face and I wish they would’ve left me to die instead. 

“Harry, you’ll wake up in a few hours when you’re feeling better.” a large, stocky nurse tells me. I stare at her, I’m so perplexed by the way my body is beginning to numb, that I cannot piece together the words she’s explaining to me.

And impulsively, the room grows black and I’m sitting in a pool of memories once more. 

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Here's the second Chapter. Yes it is short, haha. Still, please help me share my story. Tweet it? It would mean more than you know! Please try. And also tweet me feedback if you like it! Thanks, i'm going to post the third chapter in a few minutes. Thank you all for reading!(: 

-Britney