Chapter 15
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Harry's POV
'Beep....Beep....Beep'. Was all i could hear.
Where am i ?
I woke up, feeling my head, it hurts. I opened my eyes, seeing a wheelchair in the room.
It was not empty, Romy sat in it, she was awake ! Was the only thing on my mind. But she looked paler then the last time i saw her. She was asleep and infusion with her.
I tried to speak, but no words came out of my mouth. I choked and then spoke again:
'R....R....Romy?', i asked. She wiped in her eyes, her red puffy eyes.
'H-Harry you're awake.. should i ask the nurse?'.
'NO.. no i just want to talk with you about Car-'.
'sush, i heard the whole story, i forgive you, i know the drunk harry', she said laughing. God i missed her laugh. She rolled her wheelchair closer to my bed so she was beside me.
she grabbed my hand. '' the one and only question is, do you still love Caroline ? i mean i totally understand, i'm sick and she's healthy and s-'.
'Romy, please stop, i don't care if you're sick, i love you because of you, and you take me for who i am, not Harry Styles from One direction, and i don't love caroline, she's past, i love you..', she giggled and wiped away a tear at my face. And i wiped a tear away at her face.
'god we need to stop crying don't we?', She said.
'yeah we do', i sniffed and laughed.
'how long have i been out?'.
'2 days not long.. i was awoke by yesterday', she said.
'i'm sorry i couldn't be there'.
'i know harry, don't say sorry, when you passed out they told me to stay calm as possible, because they didn't want that i pass out again', she chuckled.
I lean my head against the headboard and turned my head at her.
'how long.. do .. you.. you know?'.
'how long till i die ?'. i nodded and she leaned at the back of her wheelchair. Still holding my hand.
'.. it can be now, it can be tomorrow, it can be next week, i don't know'.
'i don't want you to die Romy, i need you here...', i said choking.
'please harry, don't say that..'.
I leaned in and grabbed pulled her close. It was a hug. Not a long one but i hugged her , the real her after 2 weeks.
'atleast i take you on a date.. tomorrow'.
'you can't go out of hospital, I can not come out, i'm sick harry, did you forgot that?', she said looking at the ground.
'Romy please, who am i?'.
'harry styles'.
'who?', i said holding my hand behind my ear.
'Harry styles', she said a little louder.
'WHO?'.
'HARRY STYLES', she shouted.
We both laughed and were in tears. Not sad tears. Laughing tears, where you get a sixpack with. Those tears.
'Let's sleep..', i said.
'ok.. goodnight harry', she said making herself comfortable in the wheelchair.
