Everything Goes Wrong- A One Direction FanFiction

Chapter 6

I had very little time to react to what just happened. A nurse must have heard the long beep or something, and soon there were a team of worried doctors trying to revive Harry. The whole situation all seemed like a big blurb to me. The doctors grabbed the defibrillator and tried to get his heart to work properly. He loves me with all his heart, I thought quietly to myself, still sobbing. Well, he had loved me with all his heart.

I heard the doctor continually trying to revive him. Harry is stronger than this, I thought to myself. The doctor sighed deeply and said, “One more try, and then I’m sorry, but I will have to call his time of death.

Death. One five letter word could mean so much. Love, an even shorter word could also mean so much. Harry Styles was about to die because he loved me so much. Me, Catie Malik. There were prettier girls but somehow he fell for me. That’s how much this one, fragile looking little boy could love someone.

I thought back to when I walked into the living room and his brilliant green eyes were staring up at me, his face full of life when he saw I was there. I thought back to when we first met and the guys would tease us about spending so much time together, and we would both blush like crazy. It is all over I thought to myself. There will be no more moments where Harry and I could laugh at nothing and smile whenever the other was around. Love had to end it all in death.

My hands were shaking, and the doctor said in a weak voice “All clear”, and the doctors shocked his frail, lifeless body. I waited for what seemed like hours but was really about 30 seconds and nothing happened. It was all over. Harry Styles was officially dead. All because of stupid me. I was stupid for not seeing Harrys love for me, and ignoring it.

Love. I loved Harry Styles. I didn’t love Liam. At that moment I realized that. I loved Harry Edward Styles. I let a tear roll down my cheek and hit the floor. I sat there on the couch, listening to dead silence. The doctor said “Time of dea…” and stopped suddenly.

Something was beeping. I turned toward Harry, and saw his chest rising up and down. The beeping was coming from the heart machine. He couldn’t leave, not that simply. I said to myself and grinned, something I had not done in a long time. Harry Styles was not dead.