Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Eleven

"Alexa. Help. Hurry." The other end of the phone goes blank, and the beep rings through my ear. i can't gather my thoughts, I just answered the phone and heard Harry's voice. He sounded scared, and desparate. I quickly grab my bag and head out to my car. I don't know what is wrong, but my heart is pounding against my chest and I can't help but fear what is wrong with Harry.

I rush out the building, earning a worried look from Natalie, but I don't have time to explain. Harry asked me to hurry and I will do just that. The whole drive to Harry's house, I keep hearing his voice over and over again. 'Help. Hurry.' I try to tell myself that everything is okay, but the fear in his voice tells me otherwise.

When I pull into his drive way there are no other cars here, Harry must be home alone. I quickly get out of my car and run to the front door. 'Help. Hurry.' The door is unlocked thankfully. I go inside and look around for Harry, no where. I go up to his room and push the door open. I instantly see him and the sight breaks my heart. I have to look away from Harry sitting against the edge of his bed, who has a new, deep cut in his arm and an empty bottle of pills next to him. 

"Help." He says. I look back at him and he is looking up at me with bloodshot eyes and a tear stained face. I take a deep breath and walk over to him. I have to fight the urge to cry. I blink and blink again hoping no tears escape my eyes. I grab a bandage from Harry's bathroom along with a clean cloth. I don't want to think about the empty bottle of pills, but I know that once I deal with his arm I will have to.

I clean up the cut, and manage to get some of the blood to stop, then put the bandage on. Harry is continuously cursing, but I try to block him out for the time being. I don't know what has happened or why he did this, but what I do know is that I am not equipped to deal with this kind of thing.

Once the bandage is on, I grab the pill bottle. It is the bottle of his anti-depressants. I don't know how many were in the bottle before, but I am praying that he has not consumed a whole bottle of tablets. "Harry, how many of these have you had?" He looks over at me and shrugs.

I dial the ambulance, unsure what else to do. I have no idea how many of these pills Harry has taken, but it seems like a lot. He is beginning to go in and out of consciousness and his pulse is speeding up quickly. 

I give the ambulance the address and tell them to come ugently. Once they hang up I can do nothing but wait. Harry is beginning to shake. "Harry, I called the ambulance." He looks at me "Why?" His voice is almost unhearable. 

I don't answer his question. I don't know what to say or do right now. He grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him. I don't feel right sitting here with Harry given the situation. I just wish I knew how many of the pills he took. He rests my head on his chest. I don't know what to think of his gesture, but the way he is acting makes me feel even more stressed. 

"Stop worrying, there's nothing else you can do." He whispers in my ear. 

-

I hear the ambulance arrive minutes later and quickly get up. I want nothing more than to stay laying there in Harrys arms, but there is sort of a bigger situation going on right now. I run downstairs, leaving Harry in his room. As I'm coming down the stairs, doctors are coming into the house with a stretcher. "Where is he?" One of them asks me. I want to speak, but the sight of all these doctors has me so frightened that I can't.

I point to Harry's room and go back up the stairs. I almost want to apologize to Harry for alling the ambulance and doing this to him. Of course I don't want him to die, but the questions that he is going to be asked, and everything he is going to go through makes almost feel guilty.

Harry is almost unconcious and is unable to stand by the time the doctors enter his room. Obviously they couldn't bring the stretcher upstairs so two of the men have to pull him up, and take him downstairs. Tears are now falling from my eyes, and I just want to hold Harry's hand. I want to be there for him.

"Come on, Harry. Stay awake." The nurse says to him, but he doesn't reply. 

-

After an hour of waiting for any sign that Harry is okay, the nurse that came to his house approaches me. "Hi, Alexa?" I nod, "Yeah. Is Harry okay?" 

"Yes, he is. Luckily." She says.

"Luckily?" I look behind her in hopes to see Harry, but I don't know where his room is. His parents arrived earlier and went to his room, but they are only allowing family in right now. 

"If you didn't go to him, and call the ambulance, the situation would've been a lot worse. He owes his life to you, Alexa." She smiles slightly and heads off. 'He owes his life to you.' That's a strange way to put it and I'm sure Harry wouldn't like that. 

I sit back down and try to pass time reading magazines and going on my phone. I should just leave and come back tomorrow or something, but I really want to see him. Luckily I've got the rest of the day off work. 

About an hour passes before Mr and Mrs Styles come back to the waiting room. They come over to wear I am. "You can go and see him, if you'd like." Harry's mother tells me. I nod and go to the room they left moments ago. As I am walking away, his father says something. 

"Alexa, I know we already thanked you earlier, but really, thankyou. Our son wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you." I nod, trying to be polite, but I honestly don't like being told that Harry would've died if it wasn't for me.

"Hey." i say upon entering Harry's small, white room. He looks up at me. "Hi." 

I'm not sure what to say exactly, 'So Harry, are you okay?' Of course he's not okay. I sit on the edge of his bed, unsure what kind of mood he's in. "Hey," Harry says. I look over at him to see him smiling slightly, "Thanks." 

Underneath all the hatred, Harry really is a genuine person. He just needs to be reminded that he's not as terrible as he thinks he is. "How long do you have to stay here?" I ask him, wanting to change the subject.

"Just tonight. I'm coming back to the clinic tomorrow." My heart beats a little faster at the thought of Harry returning and I am excited to know that I will be seeing him everyday. I can only hope that I am his nurse.

"Oh." I say, still unsure what else to say.

"Stop being weird." Harry says, shoving me playfully. I laugh, "Sorry."

He moves over to one side of the bed, "Come here." He says kindly. I am a little caught of gaurd by his friendly, playful mood, but I do as he says. The bed is only single, so I am laying right next to him, and moments later Harry places his arm around me and pulls me just that bit closer. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. Despite the situation, I feel more at peace right now than I have in a long time.

-

"Would you shut up, she is asleep!" 

"Harry, you can't do this!"

"Do what?"

"Be with her."

"Why not, mum?"

"You know why, Harry." 

"She makes me happy."

"She is your nurse."

"She's more than that."

"Harry, don't be ridiculous."

I listen to Harry and his mum whisper quietly, while they think I am sleeping. I am surprised by the conversation going on. Harry's words ring through my head, 'She makes me happy.' I am glad that I am a source of happiness in Harry's life. Eventually Harry's mother leaves and he wraps his arm around me, and pulls me closer to him. I have no idea what time it is, but as Harry rests his head on my chest, I suddenly don't care. I would gadly stay here for hours like this. 

I cannot believe that this boy is the same boy who I could not stand many months ago. He is the one who made me cry, who made me angry and the same boy who humiliated me. But the boy I first saw was not who he truly is. Harry is gentle and loving, people just don't take the time to realise it.