Ok, this is my first ever one shot based on the amazing book Aesthetics by Carthartics whom is an amazing writer, who everyone reading must check out. I didn't want to go with the cliche 'wedding scene' so I went with something more up my style (it is really sort of depressing) and I hope you guys like it <3
He couldn't look away from her, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't pry his eyes away from her lifeless body, the only thing keeping her awake was the beeping monitor to the side of her bed. Why had this happened to her? He closed his eyes, hoping and praying that she would be able to start breathing on her own soon. It had been two weeks since the tragic accident and he already couldn't handle the pain and guilt. It should have been him to fall into coma, not her, anyone but her.
It had been his fault, if he hadn't let her ride on the back of his motorcycle, Rose wouldn't be in the position she was in now. Zayn took a quick look at Harry, who had stayed at her bedside, his hand in hers as he cried into the white sheets. Harry wouldn't even look at Zayn, probably because he was blaming him for it. But he had every right to, considering he was the one driving.
"And what if we crash?" she had asked him with his arms crossed
"We won't crash"
"But what if we do?"
"Then we crash... But we won't"
The conversation was all too clear to him, replaying over and over in his head. The first time they had gone for a ride together, nothing happened and everything was fine. But when he had convinced her again a couple of days after New Years and it didn't go as well.
He felt a cold hand on his shoulder, making him jump in surprise.
"Hey mate, she'll pull through, don't worry." Louis was just as worried as Zayn was, but he knew he had to be strong for his friend, put up a front. Zayn shook his head at Louis, refusing to listen to his best friend's words.
Louis let out an exasperated sigh, running out of ways to comfort Zayn. He knew that Zayn really liked her, probably even loved her, and he was beating himself up over something that wasn't in his control. It wasn't his fault some crazy drunk driver rammed into them, sending Rose flying.
They were able to fix her broken spine, but she has been in a coma since the accident, and the doctors couldn't do anything about it.
Harry felt like absolute crap. His best friend was lying on a hospital bed unconscious, and he couldn't do anything to help her. Although he was never in love with her, he did love her, as if she was his own sister.
Harry didn't notice as Zayn sat down on the other side of her bed, staring intently at her rose tattoo, remembering the first time they had met. It felt like just yesterday he had seen her sitting on the chair and freaking out every three seconds even before the needle came in contact with her skin.
Zayn realised that he loved her one New Year's when he kissed her exactly at midnight. It was then that he knew he wanted to grow older with her. But alas, it seemed as if fate had a different idea for the both of them as she laid flat still on a hospital bed, her best friend and boyfriend on either side of her, clutching onto each of her hands like her life depended on it.
The doctors had already informed them that her chances were very slim, meaning that she would most likely never wake up. A single tear fell down the Bradford boy's face, hoping that she would be strong enough to wake up for him.
Just as he opened his eyes to look up at Rose, she started shaking erratically, her eyes fluttering open slightly, the machine beeping every second and Harry quickly called for the doctor and three doctors and a nurse come running into the room.
"She has gone into cardiac arrest and we need to perform CPR immediately, you will all need to leave." One of the doctors say; ushering them out of the room while the other two try to hold her down. Zayn didn't know what was happening, but he knew it wasn't good as he stood idly by outside her door, watching from the large window as they pressed the defibrillator to her chest.
"Clear!" the doctor yelled, pressing the button and her body jolts upwards, the beeping of the machine piercing Zayn's ears and wanted to do nothing but turn it off. Harry wasn't even paying attention to the window and instead was pacing the hallway.
"What happened?" Louis asks as he rushes up to Zayn with a coffee mug in hand.
"I don't know, sh-she went into cardiac arrest." Zayn said quickly, running his hand through his hair.
Louis swears underneath his breath as he watches the doctors try to revive her but to no avail. Louis knew that if Rose died, not only would Harry blame Zayn, but Zayn would blame himself. Zayn bit his lip hard in anticipation, silently pleading with her to wake up.
He wanted to be able to tell her that he loved her, that he was never going to let anything hurt her again. But he fell to his knees as he watched the doctor try one last time, before the heart monitor let out a long beep, the sound piercing his ears once again and he started sobbing.
He would never be able to tell her that he loved the way she always had a new word to teach him, a weird way of showing her affection towards him, the way she would always blush every time he had complimented her, how he wanted to protect her. But he couldn't do any of that now, she was gone, and there was nothing he could do to get her back.
"Time of death; 8:36."
