Chapter Eleven- Don't

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Matt stabbed him, and turned and ran, out of the alley, past us, and left a cut on my arm as he ran. I flung myself foreword, to where Harry laid crumpled in a pool of blood.

"Call 911!" I screamed, tears pouring down my face.

I pulled Harry's head into my lap, and just gently stroked the side of his face. He took in a raspy breath, and then coughed up some blood, and I started gnawing on the inside of my cheek. He breathing started to slow, and his eyes were drifting closed.

"Don't! Harry don't do it." I cried, as Louis, Danielle, Eleanor, and Liam all crashed down next to me.

"No, no, no, no, no! Harry Edward Styles, don't you dare do this." Louis said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

I heard sirens, getting louder and louder, but Harry seemed to be having trouble breathing, and was coughing up more and more blood.

"Harry, please, just hang in there, baby. I love you." I said to him, and leaned down to give him a kiss.

"Move!" Yelled a paramedic, and we all jumped back out of the way, while the paramedics lifted Harry onto the stretcher thingy.

We all ran out of the alley behind the paramedics, and then crashed into Niall, Zayn, Josh, Andy, and Paul, who burst out of the lobby, playing rapid fire questions.

"Shut it!!" I screamed, causing everyone to stop talking. "Lets just get to the damn hospital!"

We all sprinted to the car, and leaped in, with me ending up having to sit on Josh's lap, and Paul drove at least twenty miles over the speed limit.

"Stop. It's going to be okay." said Josh in my ear, wrapping his arms more tightly around me.

I just went limp and sobbed into Josh's chest, getting his shirt soaked.

When we finally, after what seemed like ages, which in reality was only two minutes, got to the hospital, and I leaped out of the car, snatching up Louis' hand on my way out the door, and dragging him in after me.

"Harry Styles!!" we both screamed at the receptionist, causing her to jump and drop her stack of papers.

"I believe that Mr. Styles is in surgery at the moment, so you wont be able to see him for quite a while. He's in critical condition." she said, with a sad look in her eyes. "He may not make it."

Lou and I collapsed onto the hard, hospital floor, leaning on each other for support, with tears flowing silently out of our eyes. Harry might not make it.

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Hey lovelies! Sorry it was short, but I meant for it to be. ANYWAYS, I am now working on another fanfic, called If Only You Knew, so if you guys could read that too, I would be ever so happy! Love you all! BYE!!

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