That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Seventeen - Don't Wake Me Up

LIAM’S POV.

We sat in that empty hospital waiting room for god knows how long. Watching last nights re-runs of the football that we were already mad about because England had lost to Italy 4-1. By now we’d called all the boys and they’d arrived. Everyone knew the situation. 

There was on light in the hallways, flickering on and off and it was doing my head in.

Niall was sitting on the furtherest seat away from us, nervously biting down onto his already short nails, drawing blood because he’d bit off too much nail and had torn away the skin too. He didn’t seem to mind, but every now and then he’d bite off a nail then swing his hand forward, cussing under his breath. 

Zayn really didn’t do anything. He was slouched down onto his chair beside me. He didn’t even touch his phone, even though they were actually in a relationship. He’d never not once ever been off his phone for more than an hour. Today everything changed. 

Lou, he hadn’t really done much either, all he did was tap his toms on the white floor making it echo through the white hallways. This was probably the longest i'd ever seen him stay still, or quiet for that matter. He was sitting just opposite of me. All the bright blue colour drained from his eyes, you could tell he was worried sick. 

As for me, well I really couldn’t contemplate anything. I was too worried about everything and everyone around me to really think of myself. I just sat in silence pondering over the other boys, thinking of Tayla.

After what seemed like a whole day of sitting in that stupid section in the hospital, on these extremely uncomfortable steel chairs a doctor came walking swiftly over in our direction. 

Please be good news, please be good news, please be good news.

All the boys looked over to me and I tried my best to smile. I spun my body around before standing up to greet the nurse, the boys huddled around me doing the same thing.

We all just looked at her standing in silence, anticipating at what she was going to say.

Her mouth opened.

“She’s going to be okay.”

IT felt as if a whole ton of weight was lifted off of my shoulders. My legs buckled from under me and I kneeled down on the floor, my head in my hands. Crying, happy tears though. All the boys piled on top of me, rubbing my back with a mixture of “Thanks god”s and hurrahs.

“But...” She continued.

At this point we all jumped to our feet.

“But what?” I repeated, my voice shaky.

She’s in a fragile state, there has been lots of swelling on the brain and we’re unsure yet if she will be able to remember everything or even be able to do normal everyday things like walk, talk, get dressed etc.”

Our faces kind of dropped a little bit.

She left us there, walking back over to a hospital room and disappearing into one of them.

“Well, it can’t be that bad, and she said she didn’t know if that was going to happen, we just have to hope for the best.” I broke the silence trying to lighten up the tense mood.

“At least she’s okay though.” Zayn said with a warm smile.

“I know, I couldn’t bare for her to, you know.” Niall said, a single tear fell, tracing down the curves on his cheek, trickling down and dropping off at the bottom of his chin, to meet with the cool white tiles.

Louis patted his back.

“It’s alright mate, she’s okay.” He said with a crooked smile.

No less than 10 minutes later the doctor came back. She stood in front of all of us. 

“So, are you all just going to sit here or are you going to go in and say hello?” She said with a teasing smile on her face.

“What room?” I said enthusiastically.

“Tenth floor room 42.”

We ran up to the elevator shouting a big “THANK YOU!”

I heard her giggle as she walked off.

The whole time in the elevator, which was no more than 30 seconds, felt like an entire lifetime. It ‘dinged’ once we got to the floor and the door couldn’t have opened quick enough. We scanned through the room numbers as we ran through the long hallways.

“37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42! 42! She’s in here!” Louis shouted back to the rest of us.

We all ran like crazy to the door that Lou was standing in front of. We all looked at each other, smiling. Before opening the door. Tayla was laying on the bed. Still sleeping. It was silent as we walked in. All we could hear were the faint sounds of the machines, the beeping sound echoing through the hollow room. A nurse walked in after us. Checking up on all the machines, her blood pressure and what not. She said she was stable and she’d be waking up any minute now. All we could do was wait. 

Myself and the lads all waited around for ages, although her heart beat was steady and she was expected to wake up, she didn’t. But that was Tayla I guess, she didn’t like being told what to do. She’d do it when she felt like it. I guess telling her to wake up, would only make her stay asleep longer.

She didn’t wake up that day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Not even a week later. The doctors had no idea why she wasn’t waking up. She wasn’t in a coma and they really had no idea. We just had to wait. That's what hurt the most.

Waiting.

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Thank you!

This was another short chapter and i'm sorry. 

It was really just a filler chapter!

Thank you so much for reading though.

THERE'S GOING TO BE A TWIST IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

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Big love,

Tayla.