alive ↠ hs

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Harry's POV    5 days later

I breathed heavily as I carried Niall down the street. My foot screamed in pain with each step but I ignored it. I had to get back. I had to get Niall help and I had to see Saige.

We had been walking at this pace for too long. We took breaks but Niall didn't stay awake long enough for us to get a good distance. If we didn't get back to camp, I was afraid I would lose Niall. Lose time with Saige. Again.

I had to make it.

Some of James' people were waiting for us to leave camp before they came for us. I watched as they slaughtered people I've come to know as my friends. I don't even know how I got away.

Niall was unconscious, he was knocked out in the crash. I couldn't see the extent of the injury, all I knew was that he had lost blood and I had to stop it.

I had hurt my ankle in the crash, my forehead bearing a gash, blood now dried onto my face. My knees were weak underneath the weight of both of us. I almost collapsed to the ground and gave up, until I saw the gates.

It was right there.

I adjusted Niall's position on my shoulder before quickly moving forward, grunting at the pain echoing through my body. The door opened as I collapsed to the ground, my eyes closing with exhaustion.

Someone wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me up. "C'mon, soldier, you got fifteen more steps in you."

My eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice, turning to look at her. My hands went to her face as a smile spread across her lips. 

"Saige, oh my god." I hugged her tightly, causing both of us to fall backwards and onto the ground. 

She laughed against me as I hugged her tightly, her arms wrapping around me. I pulled back, ignoring my muscles objections as I looked at her.

"Hey, there." She smiled, pushing hair out of my face.

I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers, shivers breaking out all across my body as tears sprung to my eyes. She kissed me back, smiling against my lips.

I pulled back to look at her again, both of our eyes filled with tears. We laid there for a while, crying and hugging each other. "I knew you would come back."

I smiled against her neck, pressing a kiss there before she helped me to my feet. "I'm glad I did," she smiled. "Although, I wish you would have finished that book."

"You heard that?"

"I heard everything," she chuckled. "My favorite was about Niall farting in front of everyone."

I laughed, pain spreading through my body. I groaned, putting a hand on my chest. Saige wrapped an arm around me, Asher on the other side as they helped me towards the infirmary.

As they set me down on a bed, Saige's hand took mine. I looked up at her as the world started to spin, a small smile spreading across my lips.

"It's all right, H," she whispered. "Relax, I'm here now."

Saige's POV

I stayed by Harry's side as they treated him. He had multiple injuries, he was sleep deprived,  and dehydrated. 

Sam, Camp Willow's doctor, leaned over Harry, checking his vitals before turning to me.

For about an hour, I had had a splitting headache. I guess he could notice. He checked me out and gave me some medication before leaving. I filled a bowl with warm water and grabbed the rag before going back over to Harry.

I soaked the rag in the water before removing the dried blood and grime from his face, eager to see him free of blood and grime. His forehead had small wrinkles in it from furrowing his eyebrows too much. He held frown lines. The boy with bright green eyes had become sad and broken.

Instead of carrying results of happiness, his face held evidence of sadness only. It broke my heart. I didn't want him to be sad. I wanted him to be happy. All the time. Forever.

I wanted a smile to replace his frown, wrinkles by his eyes from smiling too much. Scars of fond memories, not scars of a dreadful life. Once I finished cleaning him, I cleaned the rag, watching the pink tinted water wash down the drain.

He had stirred at the sound of me moving around, his green eyes duller than I could remember. I felt like I hadn't seen him in forever.

He searched the room for me, a heavy sigh escaped his lips once he spotted me. My thumb brushed against his cheekbone, careful not to touch the wound on his face.

Another ugly scar.

He pulled me into him, his arms tightly around me. I climbed into the hospital bed, careful not to hurt him. I rested my head on his chest, relaxing once I felt his heart beat against my ear.

"It's alright, baby," he said quietly. "I've got you now."

I reached up and pressed a kiss to his jawline before closing my eyes. "You always do."