Broken

Chapter 29: broken

So this one happens right after the doctor did the defibrillator the third time.

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Harry's p.o.v.

When I felt my phone buzz, I struggled to get it out of my pocket because my hands were shaking so bad. Finally I hit talk and held it up to me eat.

"He-llo," I gasped, unable to stop crying.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Zayn asked.

"N-Niall's d-d-dead," I sobbed.

"WHAT?" he shouted, but I was crying to hard to answer him.

"Okay, you can tell us when we get here. They found Louis, haz, but he's been shot. It's bad," Zayn was crying too.

I almost dropped the phone.

"L-louis, n-no," I cried. I hung up on Zayn, knowing that neither of us was in any shape to be having a phone conversation.

I hauled myself up off the ground and bolted out of the room. I needed to get away from here anyways. I started down the hallway, realizing I had no idea where Louis' room was.

When I got almost to the elevator, I saw Liam sitting on the ground. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears.

"He's in there," he said softly, nodding towards the door on his left. I nodded and pushed the door open.

Inside the room, it was eerily quiet. So quiet that the beeping of his heart echoed in the empty room. Zayn was sitting next to his bed, his head laid on the mattress. I had a sense of de ja vous, except this time, Louis is the one in the hospital bed.

"Lou," I whispered brokenly, trying so hard not to start bawling again. I didn't even know if I could cry anymore. My whole fucking body hurt from crying.

"Haz," Zayn croaked, his voice obviously hoarse from crying.

"What happened?" I asked shakily.

"Kendall said that when the cops charged, the kidnappers shot Louis, and they did surgery to get the bullet out but, oh hazza," he looked at me.

That's when I knew it was bad. I've been the strong one around here. If he thinks he can't tell me.

"What is it Zayn?" I asked, terrified of what he was going to say.

"Harry Styles!" someone yelled.

"What?" I whipped around, to see one of he nurses that had been there when, uh, yeah.

"Niall is alive boys, he's okay," she said.

"No he's not, I saw them stop trying," I whispered, feeling a lump on my throat. She shook her head.

"No, I made the doctor do it again and it worked, he's alive, I promise, you can go see him," she said with bright eyes. I'm pretty sure she isn't kidding. That would be an awful joke.

"He's alive," I said to myself, almost feeling like smiling or laughing or jumping up and down. then I remembered something. I turned back to Zayn.

"Tell me," I said.

"He, he's in a coma Harry, and he might not wake up,"

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So change of plans. That ladies and gentleman is the end of broken. don't worry, there will be a sequel.