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Chapter 33: The beginning of what?....

Harry's POV

I've been sitting on this plastic chair for the past three hours and my butt feels numb. This all feels so surreal, like some nightmare that I can't wake up from.

"Harry you need to eat." Liam threw an apple into my lap.

"No. Until I know she's alright I refuse to eat." I sound so stupid right now but honestly food is the last thing on my mind.

"Fine. Starve yourself and become anorexic, I don't care." He shrugged but his tone was playful. "Oh wait I do." He stood up and shoved a forkful of lasagne into my mouth. I had no choice but to down it. It was okay considering it was hospital food.

"Where's El?" I asked Louis who walked into the room looking stressed.

"She's going to get some clothes for Alex and some for us too. So when Alex is awake we can leave and come back asap."

"I don't want to leave her Lou."

"Me too. But we have fans to live up to. And we wont leave her for long. No one's leaving Harry."

"Okay." I felt there was a little more depth to his words than he actually put on. I sighed and bit into the plastic-like apple.

"Mr Styles?" The doctor approached our group who has been on edge for three dreaded hours. I abandoned my apple and ran-literally ran-to the doctor.

"Doc is she alright?" Typical cliche line.

"Yes I have great pleasure in saying that the operation went successfully. She'll need to stay here until I give her permission to leave. We'll see how she is tomorrow morning." I felt like kissing the doctor on the cheek I was so happy.

"Can we see her?" I asked.

"Yes but don't overwhelm her please. I'm not sure if she's awake yet." He smiled at me.

"Thank you Doc!" Liam smiled.

"Let's go!" I hollered.

"I'll be right there." Liam said and stayed back with the doctor.

The corridor seemed so long. I hate the smell of the disinfectant and the white everywhere is hurting my eyes.

Room B109.

"Okay." Was all Niall said as we walked into the room in single file.

At least I could hear her breathing. It was short-clipped and slow but at least she was breathing. Her hair was a dark halo that adorned her round face. Her skin was still pale but a lively shade.

I rushed to her side and grabbed her hand that was cringingly cold. Without losing the slight but firm grip on her hand, I sat down on the green plastic chair. It was silent. The only sound coming from the continuous beep of the machine that represented Alex's lifeline. It was a steady movement bouncing up and down like a hyper dot. I prayed that she would move or speak... anything to slay my demons invading my thoughts with darkness.

"Alex..."

Nothing.

"Alex, please."

Again nothing.

"Give it time, Harry." Zayn said as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

I nodded blankly and let go of her hand. Just as I was about to, her fingers enclosed over mine. Gripping and not letting go.

Alex's POV

I feel like shit. My.... Everything hurts. I can vaguely remember what happened. Just some annoying Red Head and the same guy from the gym. They were trying to... get something from me? I don't remember anything else from there.