Hiii Guys! This is the extra long chappie I promised! I'm sorry i wasn't able to update. As soon as i finally get home, i'll update a lot more often. Enjoy!
Harry's POV:
*1 Week Later*
"Is she getting any better?" I asked, glancing at Diana.
"Well, considering that her external wounds are healing well, she does SEEM to be improving, but as for her coma, it's very hard to tell. I'm sorry, Mr. Styles," The doctor said, leaving the room, "You can stay here with her for a while, if you'd like."
As soon as he shut the door behind him, I knelt down at Diana's bedside, gently pushing her hair behind her ear.
"I'm so sorry, love. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that last week. It was foolish and unnesscesary. I-I found your letters. The letters that you wrote to me throughout all of this? Yeah, t-those ones. I understand now. I-I love you."
*4 Days Earlier*
"Goodnight, Daddy!" Robbie yelled as I walked towards the doorway. I smiled as I turned off the light, his Toy Story nightlight glowing.
"Goodnight, Robbie," I said, shutting the door. I walked past Diana's room, towards the guest room. Something shiny caught my eye. I walked towards the source of the shine. It was a reflective folder, labeled ‘To My Hazza’. I gulped, taking it in my hands and examining it. I was debating opening it when I heard a cough. I looked over to the doorway to see Niall and Caitlyn staring intently at me.
“We wanted to see if you were doing okay,” Niall said, giving me a sympathetic look.
“It looks like you’ve found the letters,” Caitlyn said, giving me a small smile.
“The letters?” I said, confused.
“Once Diana knew for sure that she was pregnant and you weren’t coming back, she wrote to you every day. She wanted to send the letters, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She was too scared. But she kept writing. It comforted her. It made her feel like you still cared, even though in the back of her mind, she knew- or at least, thought- you didn’t care anymore. She wrote every day. That’s why the folder is so full,” She said, gesturing towards the thick folder. I bit my lip, noticing that some pictures were sticking out of the top.
“Sh-should I read them?” I said nervously.
“It’s up to you. It might lead you to some answers about all of this. I wouldn’t know. She didn’t let anyone see what she wrote. We’ll leave you to it.”
They looked at each other lovingly before holding hands and walking off. It made my heart ache. It made think about me and Diana, and how we used to do that.
*Flashback*
“For you, beautiful,” I said, grabbing a daisy from the flower cart and tucking it in her ear. I paid the vendor as she blushed.
“Harry, I-I need to t-tell y-you s-somet-thing,” Diana said, stumbling over her words nervously.
We stopped walking as it started drizzling a bit.
