Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 36: Back to Reality

Harry's POV

The loud sounds woke me up. My head snapped up, eyes trying to adjust to the bright lights. Where was I again? Oh yeah, the hospital. I looked at the girl laying down in the bed. Our fingers were intertwined together, mine squeezing her knuckles against mine. Of course her fingers weren't really wrapped around mine because of the lack of well... life. 

The girl looked beautiful. She had full pink lips that were now a little bit faded, and a flawless tan skin that was now porcelain-looking. She was a natural beauty and didn't need makeup or nice clothes to make her gorgeous, because she already was. I realized the small scar right under her right eyebrow. My face got closer to her's to examine. Stitches were implanted under her eyebrow. 

Kylie. Please, come back to me. I knew this wasn't a dream. Because no matter how many times I tried to pinch myself and tell myself this wasn't real, I knew that this time, this is reality. And right now, Kylie, the love of my life, is in a coma and has been for only a few hours now. 

I couldn't help but think that this is all my fault. It all goes back to the night we went clubbing, and a stupid blonde slag stuck her tongue down my throat. Because if that hadn't happened, Kylie and I would have never broken up in the first place, she wouldn't have broken my heart, she wouldn't have moved in Eleanor's for a few days, and she wouldn't have been in the middle of the street when we confessed our love to each other. 

And that's the next thing that hit my mind. She was saying I love you right when that fucking truck hit her. Not to mention the driver didn't even try to hit the brakes, or at least get out of the BLOODY TRUCK! No, he just kept driving, his speed even faster than before. 

All these thoughts kept on flying through my head. I put my other hand on top of our already wrapped fingers. I gently rubbed her hand with my thumb, not tearing my eyes away from her face. 

3 hours ago

"SOMEBODY HELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, carrying Kylie in my arms. Her arms loosely around my neck, eyes closed, her head to the side, and hair swinging from under her. I had carried her bridal-style down the street, running about 2 miles to the nearest hospital. 

Everyone looked at me, staring. As if they didn't know what to do. I had an almost-dead Kylie in my arms, and no one did anything. It took a few seconds after that for doctors and dozens of nurses to run to us and took Kylie from my arms. And then they ran away from me, carrying the girl I loved out of my reach and into the  emergency room. And there I was, standing in the waiting room, still trying to figure out what had just happened, my arms, hands, and shirt covered in Kylie's blood. 

Back to the present 

"Harry?!" I heard loud voices down the hallway and then the door swing open in a flash. I gulped. How was I supposed to explain everything without breaking down? 

The boys slowly walked in, all letting their eyes wander to Kylie, and me sitting right next to her. They all looked terrible, like they had been crying for hours, just like me. Ever since Kylie was checked in, tears hadn't stopped rolling in. 

None of them said anything, they were all just too shocked to say anything. They just stood there. Then finally someone spoke up and broke the silence. 

It was Danielle, as she entered the room. "Kylie." She whispered. Tears started streaming down her face at once. She ran into Liam and he held her in his arms. I need that. I need that kind of hug with Kylie. Right now. My heart melted as I realized I might not ever be able to hold her again. I have to stop thinking like that. Kylie will be fine, I repeated to myself over and over again. 

"Dani, where's Eleanor?" Louis asked. Danielle's eyes widened. She shook her head, and looked at the ground sadly. 

"She's not coming. She saw the whole thing out of the window, she's traumatized. She wouldn't even get up from the couch, she just sat there and stared blankly at the floor." Danielle said. Louis sighed. 

"I'll go get her." He turned back to face me. "You gonna be okay, mate?"

I got up angrily. "I don't know. It depends. Do you want me to lie or tell you the truth?" I beant over to Kylie, kissed her on the forehead, and ran out of there. I can't take hospitals. They scare the fuck out of me, not to mention the reason you're even in there in the first place is because someone you really love got really hurt. 

I ran, and kept running. Damn, this hospital is big. I kept on running through hallways, seeing patients walk by slowly carrying metal bars with sacks of blood attached to them, and nurses speeding from room to room. I finally stopped at the end of the final hallway, and pulled my phone out. I eagerly went through my contacts, until finally spotting the right contact. 

"Hello, Mrs. Thompson? Hi, it's Harry, Kylie's boyfriend, how are you miss? Oh, Ryan. Ryan, hey. I have something to tell you." Tears and tears streamed down my face as I started to explain his own sister, the love of my life, was on the verge of dying.