One Direction / 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines and Preferences

By Your Side- Harry Styles Imagine

By Your Side- Harry Styles Imagine

I came running through the hospital at full speed. I push past every door in my way, squeezed past every person. I needed to get to her. I needed to be by her side right now. 

I didn't know where I was going, or what I was planning on doing exactly, all I know is that my girl needs me right now. She needs me right now more than ever.

I run all the way to the front desk and practically run into the counter. The receptionist gives me a strange look, like I'm crazy, but I can't blame her. I can't even begin to imagine what I look like right now, bright red eyes, tear stained cheeks, hair going every which way. My pajama shirt and sweatpants don't make me look any saner either. 

"How can I help you?" She asks, typing something on her computer.

I slam my hand down on the counter to make her give me her full attention. She looks startled, and seems like she recognizes me. I immediately blurt out. "(Y/N). I need to see (Y/N) right now!" I scream, my mind spinning.

The receptionist types into her computer then gives me a sad look, "I'm sorry Mr. Styles, but it's family only right now. But if you could just take a seat-"

"I am her family. She's my life, I love her. I need to see her." I can't form a coherent thought, and I say whatever comes to my mind. My breath is ragged. I'm panicking.

"Mr. Styles I can't let you see her right now-"

"I DON'T CARE! I HAVE TO SEE HER!" I scream in the lady's face, and she looks appalled. She gives me a stern look and shakes her head. 

"I can't let you back there Mr. Styles. You are just going to have to sit there and wait." She gives me a cold stare as I sigh in defeat and walk to the chair closest to the door. 

How could I let this happen. This is all my fault. I should've been in the car with her. I should've just sucked it up and went to the store with her. I should've told her I love her before she left. There's some many things I should've done, that I didn't. And now I don't know if I can do any of it.

My mind is all over the place, and I'm continuously running my fingers through my hair, practically pulling it out of its roots. I can barely focus, and I almost don't hear (Y/N)'s mom calling my name.

"Harry? Oh, Harry!" She cries, the redness of her eyes and cheeks evident. I immediately stand and run to her, pulling her into my chest. She lets out a few cries, and everyone in the waiting room stares at us, but I don't care. 

"How is she?" I ask as (Y/N)'s dad walks towards us. I let go of her mother as she reaches for a tissue out of her purse.

"She's stabilized as of now, but she's asleep. They don't know when she'll wake up, or even if she'll wake up." He tells me, a tear running down his face. He brings in his bawling wife and rubs circles on her back. 

"Ca-Can I see her?" My voice cracks. I can't breathe. I can't see straight. I can't think straight.

All I want to do is be by her side, right here, right now.

"Yes, I think the doctor is accepting visitors now since she's stabilized." (Y/N)'s mom cries even harder into her husband's chest. "We'll give you two a moment alone, we're going to get something to eat. She's in room 403."

I don't trust my voice, so I just nod and head in the direction of the ER door. I feel weightless, like I'm not really myself, like I'm ghost, watching this all from the outside. I find her room immediately, and take a deep breath, preparing myself. I walk through the door and the sight crushes me.

She's not as bruised or bloody as I'd expected, but the doctor on the phone said something about internal bleeding. It's just that fact that my strong, beautiful girlfriend is laying here completely vulnerable and helpless. 

I rush to the side of the bed and grip her hand. For a moment. I think she holds it back, but I know I'm just imagining it. I get close to her ear and whisper, "Baby, I don't know if you can hear me right now, but if you can, please wake up. I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry i wasn't there with you. This wasn't supposed to happen, not this, not to us. I love you baby, and I need you, I need you to do this, I need you to wake up." 

No sign of movement.

I find myself crying, just bawling in my seat then and there. I couldn't take it. This wasn't supposed to happen, not to her. I wish more than anything right now to switch spots with her, to be the one laying helplessly on the hospital bed.

I hold her hand a little tighter, and move a little closer to her. My cries are almost silent at this point, and I can't take. I find myself leaning in and kissing her, kissing her with all my might, all my love, all my passion. 

"If there's any fight left in you baby, please use it. I know you can do this, you're stronger than the rest. Please baby, please." I whisper, more to myself. I was so busy holding onto her hand and crying, that I barely felt her weak, yet very real, squeeze on my hand.