Are we more than this?

Chapter 31

SKYLARS POV.

I rush to the hospital tears streaming down my face.

"Harry please be okay. " I mumbled to myself.

I park my car in the underground parking lot of the hospital and rush up to the nurses desk.

"Hello dear how can I help you. " The old lady nurse asks me.

"Which room is Harry Styles?" I ask.

"Oh hunny I'm afraid only friends and family can visit not fans. " She replies.

"I am his friend. " I begin to cry and I think she feels bad because she lets me go.

I walk towards his room and see the boys all gathered around his room.

"Is he in there. " I say pointing towards a door.

They nod and I walk into the room. I start crying as I see Harry.

He has two casts on, scratches all over his face and he is very pale. I look at the top of his head and see it surrounded by stitches.

I out two and two together and realize he cracked his head.

I give him a hug and pull up a chair beside his bed putting my purse in the floor.

I lay my head on his chest slowly drifting off to sleep.

The next day

Harry is still knocked out and he's not looking much better.

I'm about to fall asleep again when Zayn walks in.

"Perrie is going to drop some baby stuff off at your house for you, she told everyone what happened so she's bringing stuff there." He quickly tells me.

"Tell her I say thank you. " I nod at him.

He walks over to me giving me a quick hug.

"The other lads and I are going to the cafeteria do you want anything?" he asks me.

"No. " I answer.

Not long after Zayn leaves I at Harry.

"Please don't leave me. " I say to him.

"We need you, all of us. I never had the chance to tell you before but I love you Harold Edward Styles. " I say crying into his chest.

I look up as I hear a faint heaping and his breaths becoming slower.

His monitor has a straight line and he stops breathing.