Lost and Found || Punk H.S

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Harry's P.O.V

Louis walks in, everyone following him. Holy shit, it seems like we know a lot more people than we think. Perrie says something about how fantastic Andrea looks, especially as a hospital patient, causing Andrea to blush.

"Yeah you're definitely the only girl who can make that gown work," Eleanor adds, causing Andrea's blush to grow as she thanks both of the girls. She's not used to being the center of attention.

Gemma and my mom hug as both lightly, smiling the entire time. "You have to be the happiest couple to ever be in a hospital," Gemma's smirk never leaving her face. I shrug, smiling, and kiss Andrea's cheek.

"I love you," I whisper in her ear before moving my head. "I love you more Harry."

"How have you two really been holding up?" Liam speaks up. There's an unusual tension in the air.

"Are you both done playing Russian roulette yet? Or are you just taking a break," Niall asks, his tone sadder than I've ever heard from him.

I look down, silent, at my hands on top of the hospital blanket. One of my hands is holding Andrea's and I can't help to think that he is right. But we cannot give up on this, on us.

"With our luck we are just taking a break from the wretched game of life. But it will soon begin again and we will have to be stronger through each other instead of depending on only ourselves. Pain is part of the human condition, we must only be ready for it." Andrea whispers beside me. Only I heard it but it gives me hope to hit continue instead of quit.

I only shrug, Andrea's eyes meeting mine. The deep brown orbs swirling with fear, but also love and hope.

"Well whether it's a break or the end, they will get through everything together, like they did in the past," my mom smiles at both of us kindly. "I love you both dearly, and I believe in you." Everyone in the room agrees with her.

It's only a little awkward, but our friends don't steal glances at our arms. No one has the gleam of judgement in their eyes.

"Can you all give us a minute," I ask slowly. I don't really trust my voice, the question inside my mind torturing me. They nod and leave the room, saying they'll always be in the waiting room for us.

"Andrea," I whisper. Her eyes lock with mine and I place my hand on her soft cheek. She gives into my touch and leans her head into my hand and closes her eyes.

"What were those four years like alone," I whisper. The question tortured me.

"This four years were when I really grew up. And sadly, I grew up believing that no one would ever fall in love with me. That I'd be lonely forever. Ray was there for me but I never wanted her around my father. I did what I did last night, every night. I tried to empty myself, even after feeling completely numb." A single tear falls slowly down her cheek before my thumb catches it.

"What about you," she whispers.

"It felt like I was adopted into this new life without my mom's permission. The lads drug me to therapy in tenth grade. I drunk and cut away my feelings until every feeling left me."

Andrea's eyes are saddened. "I left you all alone," her broken voice whispers. Fuck. I knew she thought that deep in her mind somewhere but she shouldn't.

"No love, I'm the one that left you in that hospital." I sigh. "Because I pushed you away," she cries out.

"Fuck no. I shouldn't have left you there. You can't think this way, it's so destructive my love. I wish our thoughts had limits but obviously it's only our hearts that do. The only thought I want you to have right now is that I love you and I'm so happy you're with me right now."