✤ Harry Styles Imagines ✤

Gone

Gone

Harry's POV

My head rests on the elevator wall with my hands shaking nervously as I closed my eyes. Regret and guilt started to fill my head with the memories gushing all in my head. Finally, the elevator opened, and the adrenaline carried my legs as I began to run to the counter. 

"Where is she?!?! Where!!!" I shout to the nurse as she looked at me with a surprised look. 

"I-I can't tell you sir-"

"Where IS the emergency room!!!"

"Sir, just calm down!"

"JUST TELL ME WHERE!!!" I yell louder while vigorously shaking my hands. 

It was like everything was coming all too fast. I didn't know what I was doing. So I scoffed and scurried past the crowds to find her myself. The adrenaline just kept on rushing through my veins and every move I made was just too fast for me to comprehend. 

Each time I took one step, my breath kept on getting faster. I looked at every sign of the rooms, looking for the emergency room. I never wanted this to happen. If only I haven't done it, she wouldn't have ended up here. But I did it. A mistake that I knew she wouldn't forgive me for. 

I then heard some distant voices ahead. Their voices sounded so urgent, as if they rushed in a badly hurt patient. I knew for sure that it was her they rushed in. With no seconds thoughts, I barged in the room. For a moment, the lights blinded me, but it took me soon enough to see the horrible sight that was infront of me. 

There she laid, my girl, my everything, eyes closed and unresponsive to the flashlight being shone to her eyes. Her body was too much for me to look at. Blood everywhere on her open wounds. And those bruises, so dark and deep that I felt the pain she would've been in. 

She still wore that glimmering black dress now splattered with blotches of blood, and with that ponytail that was now messy and undone. Her makeup, covered with the bruises that was all over her face. I couldn't see her breathing, and it drove me crazy. 

"No...no no no..." I kept muttering, blinking my eyes in shock. 

My hands were shaking like hell. I couldn't bare to see her so done, so defeated and lifeless. The mascara that ran down her eyes, obviously from crying, was still so prominent on her cheeks. And it left me crying myself. 

The heart line was still beeping. She was still half-alive. My eyes glimmered with hope. All of a sudden, the nurses asked me to back off and wait outside. But I wasn't going to leave that room without seeing her heartbeat back to normal. I couldn't lose her yet. 

"SAVE HER!!! SHE COULD STILL BE ALIVE!!!" I screamed over and over again.

As I struggled to get off their grasp, I could just see what might've happened to her. Like her memories of a few moments ago just flashed in my head. I could see her so heartbroken with tears streaming down her face, along with her mascara. 

Until she crossed the road, and something must've distracted her from the fact that there was a truck zooming towards her. Can you just imagine how beaten up she looked like? Then it all went downhill. 

I get this call that my girlfriend has had a "minor incident", but this didn't look like a minor one. Just hearing those words made me drop my phone and forget the girl who tried to pry me back into her arms, but the only arms I wanted to be surrounded with is (Y/N)s. Only hers. 

I could've stopped her from doing it.  For kissing my lips and making (Y/N) slip off my hands like water.

But no, it all happened.