For Your Eyes Only

Chapter 15

Parker POV
      It feels like a lifetime has passed since Dr Fredricks said we would be able to see Harry soon. I begin passing around the room. It's the same as in the car; as long as my body is moving I feel like I'm doing something.
     Finally a nurse comes in and tells us that Harry is heavily sedated but we can see him. I want to rush to him but Niall has known him longer so I let him so first. He returns about five minutes later saying "I know you want to be with."
    When I get to the room all I see is a bed, monitors, and other various medical equipment. I almost look to see if Harry is in the bathroom, but then I see him. For such a tall guy he looks small in the bed. He is so pale it's hard to tell a difference between his skin blankets. I hold his hand and it's ice cold.
     I haven't cried since Harper got in the car earlier but right now;while we're alone, I let go of everything. All the pain, fear, anger, confusion, love; everything I have felt in the last ten hours comes out in my tears. When I'm finally able to talk I squeeze Harry's hand as tightly as I can and say "Harry Freaking Styles you better listen and listen good. You are not allowed to die on me. You are not allowed to leave this world. Do you understand? You are too important. It's not because you're a rock star or an actor; it's because you're you. You are the kindest person I know. Your take the time to get to know people and you love and respect them in spite of their flaws. Millions of people treat others with kindness simply because you ask them to. If you leave now the world will be a darker place because of it. We need you Harry, I need you, Louis needs you. Please don't leave us."
          I sat and hold his hand for so long exhaustion takes over and I rest my head beside him and fall asleep.
       I wake up to the sound of people talking. The nurse is standing on the other side of the bed. When she sees I'm awake she smiles and says "I need to change his bandages. You may want to go get you some breakfast or something."
         Breakfast? I look out the window and the sun is shining. I can't believe I slept all night. I walk back to the waiting room and see everyone asleep in various positions. Harper is curled up on the couch she and I shared. Niall is laying on the floor with his jacket as a pillow. Jaime is sitting upright in a chair with his head cocked to the side. He is going to have one hell of a neck cramp.
      I walk over and shake his shoulder. He jumps a little and then becomes fully alert "Is everything alright? Are you ok?"
      "Yeah I'm ok. Do you want to go get some breakfast with me. I don't think I ate anything yesterday except the crackers the nurse gave me."
     He stretched his arms above his head and ask "Should we wake them?"
    I shake my head no and reply "We'll bring them something back."
    We find the hospital cafeteria and get in line to fix our plates. Even though I haven't even much in 36 hours I don't have much of an appetite. I settle for some toast and scrambled eggs. Jaime gets a breakfast burrito and we find a seat.
     "Thank you" Jaime looks up surprised that I've said anything. "I know you don't like Harry much and I just want you to know that it means a lot that your here for me" I start to feel a lump of emotion in my throat so I stop talking and push my eggs around my plate.
     Jaime takes my hand in his and says "I do anything for you. I hope you know that."
     I smile at him and say "I know".
     After a few minutes we head back to the waiting room with coffee and donuts for Harper and Niall. When we walk in I see that
Liam has arrived. I set the donuts down and he hugs me.
         "Thank you for being here for Harry. Niall told me you donated blood so they wouldn't have to wait. That's pretty kick ass." Liam says while smiling.
      "Anyone would have done it." I say as I sit down with Harper. "Has anyone heard from Louis or Harry's mom yet?"
      "Yeah they landed about an hour ago they should be here any minute" Niall answers.
        So we all just sit down again and wait. We wait on Dr Fredricks to come by and say that Harry is still stable and everything looks good. We wait on the nurse to let us know we can see him again. This time Liam and Niall both go. They stay longer this time and when they walk in Louis and Ann are with them.
     Ann walks up to me and wraps me on a big hug "Thank you for saving my sons life!" she said through muffled tears. I hug her back but don't really say anything. I don't like how people are saying I saved Harry. The doctors saved Harry not me, but I don't argue. When Ann stands up and says she going to sit with Harry I finally notice Louis sitting in the far corner of the room by himself. I walk over and sit beside him.
     I look into his eyes and say "I think your a dick. You were hateful to me, but more importantly you were hateful to Harry. I know why you acted that way any even though I understand it doesn't mean it's ok. But I don't like to hold grudges so if your cool with me I'm cool with you." I can tell he's totally surprised by what I just said. "I just have one question "How did you get my number?" It was as random a question as I could imagine asking at a time like this but it was something that was bugging me.
     Louis smiles at this and says "Facebook actually." 
       Neither of us have much to say after that so we just wait some more. After waiting around all day and still no change we all decide to get rooms at the hotel across the road. We're all in need of a shower, a meal, and a decent bed. We decided one person will stay with Harry at all times and we'll switch everything few hours; Liam takes the first shift.
      When we get to the hotel Louis insists on covering my and Harper's room. We are going to share because Jaime has to get back home. When we're all booked Harper goes to the room while I walk Jaime outside. I don't want him to leave but I know Mama Rose needs him back. I hug him as tight as I can and when I go to pull away he grabs me holds me tight and kisses me. He whispers "I'll stay if you really need me to."
        As much as I want to say yes I need you here I know I can't do that. Instead I say "be careful and call me when you get home."
      After he leaves I go back inside. I find our room and when Harper opens the door I immediately crash on the bed. I have never felt so tired in my life. I fall asleep before I have time to register my shoes are still on.  I wake up about four hours later to Harper saying it's my turn to sit with Harry.
    The next two days look very similar. One person would sit with Harry and the others would sit and wait till it was their turn. On the second day Niall bought a pack of cards so play gin rummy or spades to pass the time. Harper and Niall flirt for most of the games but they are funny to watch.
     On our fourth day in Memphis Harry wakes up. Ann was with him and she calls as soon as he's awake. I think we all ran the whole way.
I'm not sure because I don't remember how we got here. If someone told me we teleported I would be inclined to believe them.
      When I walk in Harry is propped up in bed on fluffy pillows. He still looks pale but he's alive and awake and that's all that matters.
       Everyone went into his room at once. We all stand around just looking at him. It's such a miracle that he is even still with us. I think we're all a little afraid he may disappear if we take our eyes off him.
He looks at his mom first, then Louis, next his eyes fall on me and I can tell he's surprised to see me. I walk over lean over his bed and give him a kiss on the cheek. "Harry Freaking Styles you scared the shit out of me." I smile as I say this and I see that he understands. We are good, we are friends, we are happy.
Everyone takes turns with Harry then we all walk out in unspoken agreement that he
and Louis need a minute of privacy.

Harry POV
I wake up not knowing where I am or how I got here. My mum is standing over me crying but I'm not at home. After a few minutes of her sobbing beside me she explains that I was shot while on stage in Memphis and that I've been asleep for four days after having surgery. It's a lot to take in at once. I feel the pain in my shoulder and chest so I know her story is true
I just find it all hard to believe.
Mum makes a phone call and within minutes all the boys are in my room staring at me like I'm made out of some treasure or something. I've only ever seen Niall look at a Nando's chicken bag with so much love in his eyes. Louis doesn't look good, well he looks amazing, but he looks stressed. I guess that may be my fault. I notice someone else in the room beside Liam and it takes me a minute to recognize that it's Parker. I'm surprised to see her but I am so happy. She give me a kiss and tells me how badly I scare her. I can tell by her tone of voice that she doesn't hate me for what happened between us and that makes me very happy. Everyone takes turns hugging me as they leave the room. I've only been awake for a few minutes but I'm really tired. I start to close my eyes when I see that Louis has stayed behind.
"Why are you all the way over there?" I ask him. "Come here". Louis sits down beside my bed careful not to bump it. "No I mean come here. Come get in the bed with me. I wont break I promise." I try to make a joke but when I try to move over to give him room I do actually feel quite broken. Everything hurts, but Louis is laying in the bed beside me and I'm able to lay down on his shoulder so everything was worth it.
He starts playing with my hair and it feels really nice. I yawn and close my eyes. Louis starts to sing to me as I fall asleep. I drift off to him singing Look After You by the Fray. It is one of my favorite covers he's ever done. I'm more asleep than awake at this point but I snuggle a little closer and say "I love you, Lou".
I wake up a few hours later alone in the bed. My mum is back in the room and someone I can only assume is my doctor. He looks at me with a kind smile and says "Hello Harry how are you feeling this evening?"
"Like I've been shot three times." One look at my mum and I see this is not the time for jokes. I clear my throat and say "I'm really sore but I'm ok I guess. It's hurts to breath a little." I can tell that it's harder for me to breath when I talk. I have to actually concentrate on bringing air in and out of my body. I don't like the feeling of it.
"Pain and soreness is to be expected for quite some time, I'm sorry about that but we did the best we could. Your left lung was very badly damaged. You may never gain full function back I'm afraid. That's what I wanted to talk to you most about. I know your a singer, a very good one in my opinion, and you need your lungs to do your job obviously. But yours cannot take anymore damage right now. I'm afraid I have to enforce a no singing policy until your lungs properly heal. You can still still talk but try to keep it low and steady for time being. The louder you talk or scream the more oxygen it requires and the more strain it puts on your lungs."
"When will we know if my lungs are healed? How long will is take?" I ask.
      "There isn't a set period of time I'm afraid, and like I said they may never get back too one hundred percent. It's something that will have to be taken one day at a time. Your young and healthy and you've taken good care of your body I'm optimistic for a great recovery I just feel like you need to know all the information and possible outcomes."
         I hear everything the doctor is saying and I try to pay attention but all I understand is there is a chance I may never sing again. I MAY NEVER SING AGAIN! What will I do if I don't sing? Who will I be if I'm not a singer? I look at mum and she is still talking to the doctor. Did she know I can't sing anymore? Do the boys
know? Are they looking for someone to replace me? Will they one day go on tour with just three? My head starts spinning and I feel like I'm going to be sick. Whats going to become of me?