Gone

14

There was only one person I was able to call to take me to Harry. It was Liam. I know Harry doesn’t like Liam but this is my only way there and it is getting late. Why would Harry try to kill himself? How could he be so selfish?

Look who’s talking. I tries to kill myself before and here I am angry with Harry for attempting. I don’t even want to know what he tried to do because I honestly couldn’t handle it. I hate this pain and I hate everything right now. I have no one to go to that understands.

“Thanks for the ride.” I say to Liam as I exit his car.

“No problem. If you need a ride home just call me. And with that he drives away leaving me by myself. I walk into the institution where Harry’s doctor is standing waiting for me.

“I am so glad you are here.” He states. I try to hold back tears as I nod. We don’t exchange anymore words after that. He leads me to the hospital wing where Harry is. I cant help but feel nervous. I am scared from what I will see and I hope it isn’t anything bad. Who am I kidding. No matter what it is going to be bad. I have never dealt with a suicide before and now that I am right now I feel worse than ever. The main reason people feel bad when their close friends or family members try to commit is because they don’t know what they could of done or could do to help them. They are clueless and helpless. It fucking sucks being helpless.

The doctor leaves me in the room where Harry lays on the hospital bed in a ugly white gown that I know would bother him. I take his hand in mine and look at him with tears in my eyes.

“Harry,” I say. “I know time is hard right now but-“ I quickly wipe away a tear. “You need to stay with me. Be strong. Remember what you told me? Maybe you just need a little love and I think I can show you that.”

I don’t give a fuck how early I have to wake up to see him, I will see him everyday until the day he wakes up and sees me. I want to be the first person he sees.

“Night Harry.” I say. I curl up in a fetus position in the uncomfortable chair and try to get some rest. I don’t care if I am not aloud to be here and sleep here but I am anyways. I have to be here for Harry.

Last night I was tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in but it was impossible. I constantly thought about would if when Harry tried to commit he actually did kill him self?

The morning is bright and when I wake up I forget where I was but I soon remember. I look over to Harry to see his chest slowly rising and falling.

“Good morning.” I say to him in a slight whisper. I was kind of hoping he would magically wake up and remember me but he doesn’t. His body is still except for his chest. I grab his hand and rub small circles.

I just want to hear his voice again. I want to hear him say that I am beautiful and that things will get better but I don’t. I feel disgusting from everything and I didn’t even do anything or go anywhere really. I decide I should go home and take a shower and rest.

I slowly stand up letting my bag fall to the ground and I slowly move towards Harry to kiss him. After the kiss, in which he didn’t kiss back, a single tear from me falls onto his cheek. I wipe it away and gather my belongings and leave.

As I am thinking of things to do while walking out of the institution I bump into the door. Everyone glares at me and my face goes red with embarrassment. I quickly rush out and call Liam to pick me up. It takes him less than 5 minutes to get here and I thank him.

“How is Harry?” he asks with concern. I sigh.

“I wish I could say he is good but I would be lying. He is far from it actually. He is in a coma…..” I try to hold back my tears.

“What?” Liam stops the car on the side of the rode and holds his hands in his head. Why would this affect him?

“He- he tried to kill himself.” I state now starting to cry. Instead of Liam comforting me he starts cussing himself out.

“What the fuck?” he keeps saying over and over again. I wipe away my tears and try to comfort him. He looks angry, really angry.

“I need to take you somewhere.” He states.

“What? Where?” I ask confused. Why would he need to take me somewhere? This is all confusing and fast.

“Me and Harry had a group of friends back before one of his ex girlfriends.” Probably Nat. “We all were dealing with some things in life where we were depressed and suicidal. So we formed a group called One Direction. Yeah it sounds like a band name but it actually is a name we all decided. This isn’t a band or anything it is a group where we all helped each other out with problems. “ I nod and let him continue. “Anyways.  We all had to help one person and basically watch over them after we stopped with the group. And if anyone fell apart we had to notify them.”

One Direction sounds like a band name and I have a feeling Harry was the one that came up with it. It kind of sounds like it means something. The boys are going in one direction which is only up. Sounds right.

“So are you taking me to the group?” I ask hopefully. Maybe the boys could tell me about Harry.

“Yeah. I have to notify the boys about Harry. I am his guardian or something like that. I don’t  know what to call it.” He lightly chuckles. Now I know why he looked so angry. He was supposed to watch after Harry and he failed. Who was Harry supposed to watch after?

We arrive at a huge house that is bright blue. The grass is finely cut and there is not one dirty spot on the house.

When we enter I cant help but feel a bit nervous. Without Harry I feel so unprotected.

“Hey guys its Liam.” Liam yells over the loud music that is blaring in the house. I hear many footsteps coming my way.

“Liam!” A blonde haired boy says excitedly. He looks at me confused and back at Liam.

“This is- Ireland. Harry’s girlfriend.” Liam states sternly. Niall walks over to me and pulls me into a hug. I smile at him.

“Lovely to meet ya.” He says with a beautiful Irish accent.

“You too.” I say with a fake smile.

“Where is Harry?” Niall asks Liam. I look down at the ground worried that when Liam tells them what happens they will blame it on me.

“I think we should all go sit down. Get the rest of the boys.” Niall nods and rushes upstairs. Liam leads me into a living room which is spotless and seems as if no one ever comes in.

“Liam!” A man says just like Niall except with a British accent like Harry’s and Liam’s. They all sit down on a couch bundled up together across from Liam and I. They all give me a questioning look and I try to smile at them.

“Guys..” Liam says slowly. I don’t know how they are going to handle this. “I failed.” Liam starts to cry and I awkwardly rub his back in comfort. The boys all look at each other worriedly.

“What do ya mean?” Niall asks worriedly.

“Harry tried to commit suicide.” Liam starts to cry even harder now and what happens next is all a blurr.

I updated yay! I honestly love what I did with One Direction. One Direction is not a band in here guys it is a group that helps 5 friends get over suicide. I completely made this up okay? Okay! Well I got to go now but I will most likely update tomorrow! Thank you for 17 votes and 200 reads!