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thirty two

Just want to warn you in advance this chapter is going to suck ass because I haven't written in almost two weeks so I haven't gotten back into the swing of things yet. But enjoy... the best that you can given the circumstances. I usually don't write this bad I swear. This is kind of humiliating to be honest.

EMMA'S POV:

Harry and I passed doctors, nurses, and patients as we sprinted down the halls of the hospital hand in hand. The flourescent lights were blinding, piercing my vision. The subway ride over here had been absolute hell. Harry wouldn't say a single word to me. He just bit his nails and stared down at the ground.

I place my palms flat on the desk in front of me, heaving heavy breaths with my nostrils flaring. I knew we shouldn't have left the hospital. The nurse looks at me, her eyes nervous.

"Can I help you?" she asks, rising from her chair and setting her clipboard down.

"Louis Tomlinson," I cough, sucking in a gulp of antiseptic hospital air. The fumes burn my nose and I scrunch it up, trying to make the sting subside a little.

"Room 202. Down the hall to your left. Do you need a glass of water or anything?"

"No, thank you," I push the words out and begin to sprint down the hallway she directed me to. A few doctors step to the side, dodging the crazy girl rushing past them like a mad woman. I hope Harry is behind me because I'm not waiting for him.

I read each room number as I pass. 197..198..199..200..201.. I skid to a stop, resting my forehead against the cold wood of the door. A hand grips my shoulder and there's hot breath fanning over the back of my neck. I turn my head, my surely dulled out hazel eyes immediately meeting Harry's exhausted forest green ones.

I follow his hand as it reaches down to lock with mine. I look back into his eyes and he nods.

My eyes flutter shut out of instinct when I turn the door handle, pushing the heavy mass inward. I'm hit with a wave of nausea the second I'm fully in the room.

Louis' tired eyes drag over to Harry and I. "Who are they?" he asks, looking to Eleanor and Niall.

My heart sinks in my chest, weighing me down. A whirring begins in my ears and I feel faint. I am still aware of Harry's hand locked tight with mine, but my body feels numb all over. He doesn't remember me.

A loud pop brings me back in time to see Eleanor hit the back of his head. "Cut it out, you ass hole," she hisses and a grin cracks on his previously dead serious face.

"Emma, Harry. How nice of you to join us," Louis chuckles.

"You're a piece of shit," I breathe, disconnecting mine and Harry's hands. I rush to his bedside, carefully wrapping my arms around him. I release a strangled sob into his shoulder and he sniffles also.

"So I've been told," he whispers, keeping me close to him. With my eyes shut tightly, memories from that night play across the backs of my eyelids. I see him fall limp in my arms all over again, me sobbing over his dying body, the ambulances pulling him away from me, the police station, everything.

There's a tap on my shoulder and I reluctantly let go of Louis. Harry stands behind me and I move to the side, allowing him room. "Harry," Louis says and Harry parts his lips, a choked sob escaping past them.

"I thought I lost you, you fucker," Harry replies and embraces Louis in the same way that I did, slowly and carefully. Harry begins to cry into Louis and I see tears falling from Lou's eyes also. I turn to Eleanor and she smiles weakly at me. She walks around the bed and throws herself into my arms, Niall and Paige following her actions.