Everything I Didn't Say

Chapter 22

Eleanor's POV.

I walk inside and there are students everywhere. Before I make my way into the office Ashton catches up to me.

"Hey,El" He looks scared.

"Hey, Ash.. You okay?"

"No, Have you seen Luke?"

"No.. Why?"

"I don't know what's gotten into him last night. He got into a fight with me and stormed out"

"And?"

"He hasn't answered me I've called him a billion times"

"Ok, should I call him?"

"Yeah! please try"

"What's his number?" I hand my phone to him and he types his number fast.

"Okay. It's ringing" I take a deep breath.

"Hello?"

"Luke.. You alright?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't.. I mean I do but Ashton wants to know why you're not answering?"

"Tell him.." The phone call cuts off and the hospital is calling me.

"Hello?" Doctor Johnson is on the line.

"Is everything okay?"

"Ah. Harry just came in to the hospital.. He was just in a car accident"

"Oh my god is he okay?"

Ashton still thinks I'm talking to Luke.

"No, He's not. He's in a coma.. We need you here now. He was calling out your name earlier."

I drop my phone.. I'm so in shock.

"Ashton I need to you drive me to the hospital now! Now! Please"

"Why what happened to Luke?"

"Nothing.. I'll explain on the way"

"Okay lets go"

I didn't even grab my homework. I'm almost in tears. How could he be in a car accident? He was waiting for me.

As soon as we get to the hospital, I run in as fast as possible.

"I'm looking for Mr. Styles" I tell the front desk.

"Room 235"

"Ashton you can stay here"

I run in and Harry is out of it.

His face is all bruised up and his arm seems to be broken. He looks like he's in so much pain.

I sit right next to him and tears start streaming down my face. No, no no this wasn't suppose to happen Harry. You were suppose to be waiting for me..

"We gave him some antibiotics that might put his chest in pain for a bit..He might be in a coma up to a week.. He might hear you if you speak to him. We are still unsure of his case.. I'll be back soon. I'll leave you guys be" Dr.Johnson says and closes the door.

"Things were all good yesterday then the devil took your memory and if you fell to your death today.. Hope that heaven is your resting place.

I heard that doctors put your chest in pain but then that could have been the medicine and now your lying in the bed again either way i'll be crying with the rest of them." I cry into his large hand. Why Harry. Why.

It's been hours since I sat on this chair. Sometime I find myself sketching him in my journal. I studied his face like a book. Even the scratches and bruises are still in my memory.

His face is so beautiful to draw but it's not the first time I have drawn him.

What nobody knows is when I get frustrated I sketch a lot. Zayn is the only one that knows actually because he always catches me. Maybe that's why he gave me this.

My journal is almost half full with sketches. They are mostly of Harry. I don't know why but I always find myself sketching him.

I grab my phone and dial Ashton's number.

"Ashton?"

"Where are you? It's been hours. I even slept out here"

"I'll be there in two"

I hang up and throw my sketchbook on my chair.

"Why didn't you go home?" I asked Ashton. He looks half asleep.

"I wanted to know if everything was okay." No everything is NOT okay Ashton. Harry is half dead and I just came out of the hospital.

"Yeah, I'll stay by Harry's side" I sigh.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything."

"Umm.. I need to call NYU. The doctor said that Harry might be in a coma for a whole week. I'm the only one who would stay by his side. He even got in a fight with Michael."

"Wow that's tough. Well I have school tomorrow so I should get going."

"Yeah"

Ashton gives me a quick hug "take care" he whispers.

I get back in the room and Harry is still in the same position as I left him. Completely still.