Only One Direction

Chapter 7

Harry's POV: My hair was greasy, my clothes were wrinkled, and I probably smelled horrible. But I didnt care. I needed to be here when she woke up. It had only been one day, but was extremely tired. I had given two pints of blood to Annabelle and hadnt slept yet. I just had to be here. Annabelle was my life. I held her small fragile hand in mine and slowly brought my eyes back to her arms. I rolled her wrist over in my hands and tears rolled down my face. For the hundredth time, I slid my hand slowly over the bumps on her arms. The uncountable amount of scars the laced up and down. Sobs shook my body.

Then, Annabelle's hand twitched in my hand. My eyes shot to her eyes, to see that they were open and staring at me with concern.

"Don't you dare cry over me, Harry Styles." she said with a stern voice. My eyes scanned over her perfect face and I breathed in. I got down on my knees next to the bed and got as close as I could to her. She giggled. 

"What?" I asked, breathlessly. She smiled sweetly. All I wanted was to kiss her lips. I stared at her, and she stared back. We had a silent conversation for about 10 seconds until she broke down crying. I didn't say a word, I just climbed into the hospital bed without thinking and pulled my baby girl into my arms and held her tight. Her arms wrapped around my waist and she sobbed into my shirt. I stroked her hair and shushed her quietly. 

"I'm.... S-so.... Sorr-y-y.... Ha-Harry." She sobbed. 

"Babe, it's okay. Shh, it'll all be okay, sweetheart." I whispered. Soon she stopped crying but kept her face barried in my chest. She breathed in deeply, but stayed there. I let her. 

My baby girl needed a break from the world... And if I could help her, I would.