Niall's P.O.V
I hit my foot on the pedal and rushed and sped all the way to the hospital. Louis was breathing hard and trying to keep it together. We finally made it. We both quickly walked fast into the doors of the hospital and asked to go to Harry's room. Luckily there was no wait and we both were sure enough right beside the unconsious Harry. Harry was on the bed, the chest barely moving. He was hooked up to a lot of machines. Another tear escaped my eyes, and Louis rubbed my back to comfort me. I sighed and tried to hold the rest of my cries in. I felt so helpless. I could've prevent this. But No. I'm a jerk and don't know what to do in life.
I walked over hesitanly to Harry. His eyelids were closed and his curls were brushed to the side. He had a bruise on his cheek, and on his nose. It looked like he got stitches on his forhead, he had a cut on his bottom lip and his left hand was broken. He was so injured... so damaged. I pulled a chair near to his bed and layed my head into my hands. After momemts, I began weeping. I couldn't help myself. The tears were going to come out sometime.
"Niall. Shh." Louis tried to shush me. He sat down and pulled me into his arms as he stroked the back of my head.
"It's all my fault." I choked out, as I rubbed my runny nose onto the sleeve of my blue jacket.
"No it isn't. It is not your fault." Louis disagreed. I didn't believe him. I cried into his chest and my own hands. I was shaking because I was crying so hard. Minutes passed by and I was still sitting in the same position... but this time I stopped crying and I felt very listless. I yawned and started to close my eyes until Louis nudged me.
"You aren't planning on staying the night, are you Nialler?"
"I am staying the night." I looked up at him. He sighed.
"Well... I am going to go." Louis stated. I nodded. Louis got up and I gave him the keys. I was left alone with Harry. Now that I want to admit to him about everything and just pour it all out... he isn't awake to see me or feel me. I layed down on the couch and started to fall asleep. Although throughout the night all I heard was beeps from his heart monitor. My eyes closed and fell into a restless sleep.
Next morning...
I woke up again to the same beeping sounds I heard the night before. Harry was still in the unstable condition he was in when I first arrived. I spotted a rolling chair and rolled over right beside Harry just so I was able to touch him. I held his hand into my own and looked at him. His beauitful features that are now bruised. His lips. His lucious, thick curls. His complexion. He really was a beauitful boy - or man. Whatever. I sat there and contimplated whether or not if I should talk to him while he is in an unconious state. I looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping or near. With a sigh, and a shiver, I began to speak to Harry.
"Harry. Oh, precious young Harry. Despite what has happened, You are still perfect." I began saying and laughed nervously. "I know this is crazy but... I think I am in love with you too." I closed my eyes to replay the words I had spoken.
"I don't know though. I don't want to be a fool and hurt... Like I already did." I began to tear up again, but wiped them away. "Please wake up and talk to me. I want to hear you." I started to plead. "Oh god." I breathed.
An hour has passed and nothing has changed. But on the bright side, his chest was moving a little faster. I tried to speak to him again.
"Harold Edward Styles. I command you to wake up." I laughed nervously, rubbing his knuckles with my thumb. "I... I love you." I finally confessed. A minute later, his eyelids finally fluttered. His eyes were finally opened. His lips parted a little and he licked his lips to moist them. I quickly removed my hand from his so he wouldn't notice. He flinched and noticed that I touched him. He looked at me and his mouth gotten wide along with his eyes.
"Niall?" Harry looked down then back up at me. His eyes were starting to tear up and become red. "is it true?"
"Is what true?" I asked.
"That you love me?" Harry asked. I gulped. He heard me.
"You... you heard me?" I was shocked and a little overwhelmed. He nodded. I reached my hands up to his and held them. I shrugged to his question. Then I saw the most beautiful thing. Harry's smile. Even if it was small, It was still perfect like the rest of him.
