Tired.

Chapter 3

HARRY'S POV

I wake up in pain on a hospital bed. I cringed at the terrible feeling of my arm. I looked over at it to see that it was all bandaged up. I look the opposite way, seeing all the monitors that were hooked up onto me. So, I didn't die. I thought to myself. The thought of it made me cry.

"Why am I still alive?" I say to myself quietly. "I don't deserve a life on Earth. I'm not good enough to be here.. So why am I?" I was interupted by a nurse coming into the room.

"Oh, you're awake! You're one lucky man, Styles." She says.

"No I'm not.." I mumble. She didn't seem to hear me. I was happy about that idea.

"Let's check your heart rate, okay?"

"Okay." I wanted it to stop but I couldn't do anything about it at this time.

She gently places a stethoscope on my chest. "Okay, take a deep breath in," she listens carefully. "Now exhale." I did.

"Okay, seems good enough to me. Hey, since you're awake, would you like it if your family comes in to see you? It's up to you.." She asks politely. My family? Does that mean Louis? No, it can't. He doesn't give two shits about me.

"Uh, no, I'm good." I answer.

"Are you sure about that, Mr. Styles?"

"Yeah. I am." She nods, then leaves. I turn away, wondering if Louis actually did spare some time away from Eleanor to come see me. But I shouldn't get my hopes up. Everyone knows Louis would pick Eleanor over me any day. That's the way it has always been when she came into the picture, so why would he change his mind now, especially now that he's gonna ask her to marry him?