Kidnapped By Him |Theo James

Chapter 42

I woken up to a loud groan passing Harry's lips. My eyes peeled open to the figure on the hospital bed. Blanket covering me and eyes barely open, I slurred, "What's wrong, babe?"

He groaned one more time. Words coming out like pants, "Kay-" I ripped the cover off of me as rushed to my fiancé. My hand touched his, flinched at the burning hot touch. In the midnight light, I could see his chest rise up and down. My hand reached for the table lamp that was pushed to the back of his stand. My shaky cold hand connected with the freezing metal. The yellowish glow from the lamp illuminated the room.

"Are you alright?" his hand grabbed mine and sunk his fingers into my flesh. The sight of his pain made me rush out of the small hospital room to the front desk.

The beams of sweat ran down my neck. I was only wearing sweats and one of Harry's shirts. I could hear the painful yells that came out of his room. Shakily I reached for the nurse that sat in her chair at the front desk. Sipping her coffee relentlessly she panicked at the sudden crash from Harry's room. "Please help my..." my teeth nipped on my lip carelessly. I restated my sentence, "Please help my husband" Her head nodded and she called the nearby doctor to rush to Harry's room.

I felt different for stating what Harry was to me. Sometimes a one nightstand, a fuck buddy, a boyfriend, a fiancé. I just never used the word, husband, on him before. It feels foreign on my tongue. I saw the nurses push the hospital bed from his room to the elevator, pushing me with them. His breaths were short and sounded painful.

His chest rose and fell. I squeezed his hand and ran my fingers through his thick brown curls. The nurses tried calming his breathing but failed. They shook their heads in disappointment which made me worried. The bell ringed and we were out of the elevator. The nurses yelled for the glass doors at the end of the corridor. They rushed him in but I was restrained from seeing him. The last thing I saw was his green eyes pleading me to come with him.

The plastic chairs were uncomfortable. It was like I wanted to fall into a hole right now. I kept on tapping my Converse covered foot against the cold, white marble-tile. Occasionally, paddling my feet to the double doors, then back to the plastic chair. I waited for the doctor but my pain was unbearable. I need to see Harry.

I heard the pain escape from his lips through the door. Every now and then I would try to look through the frosted glass doors. Just to get one look of the curly haired singer.

A few hours came by and I was on the point of getting the small amount of sleep I lacked. The doors opened, pulling a medical bed through the opening. Nurses piled out but all I looked at was Harry passing through me unconscious. The doctor finally reached me through the nurses crowding around me. My voice barely audible, "Is he okay?"

His on the other hand was stern and on point, "Mrs. Styles," That hit me like a kilo of rocks, "I'm afraid to tell you but Mr. Styles has suffered pains in his chest area. Because of his pains and his injury, I'll suggest that he will have to stay here for a while." I nodded my head, clearing the worst possible events that might happen. 

After the little gulp of air I calmly said, "Can I go see him?" Her hand waved sympathetically, nodded her head as a yes. I was supposedly his wife, of course they'll let me see him. I clutched the end of the over-sized shirt. His scent. Rushing my feet over each other, I walked to the direction of the room. Reading the name 'Harry Styles' plastered on the front with his medical records on the shelf, I walked in quietly. My smile crept up when I saw the little peaks of curly brown hair. 

His condition was worse, I knew he had asthma. Adding onto that, the countless hours of running across big arena stages on tour. I knew Harry would be like this. The IV dripped down and down, his breathing now consisted as normal. His eyes shut closed, lashes tapping lightly on his cheekbones. I stood there for what felt like hours, leaning on the wall admiring the boy that laid on the medical bed. I walked a couple steps to the chair that was next to him. As usual, clasping his hand in mine, tracing the engagement ring on my hand. 

A knock interrupted my moment, someone walking in. I heard lots of footsteps indicating it was more than one human. I turned around to a dark haired boy accompanied by a blond haired lad. "Cal! Luke!" I nearly screamed. They dropped their heavy bags and rushed towards me. Not really a rush since they were indeed a few feet away from me. They engulfed me into their arms, holding me tight. 

Calum was the first to say something, "Hey sis! I missed you." He gave me another of his infamous Hood hugs. Well I'm a Hood, not really having an infamous hug named after me but oh well. He glanced at Luke and then at Harry, "How's Harry doing?" 

Luke moved towards Harry examining the whole scene, I answered the question, "He, had chest pains. After the incident." Tears welled up in my brown eyes. The twin gave me his shoulder to cry on, I love Calum. He was like a comfort object to me, soothing me after scary movies or fights with my boyfriends. This moment felt like childhood.

There was indeed another moment like this I remembered. Mom had to get a serious operation. Dad was normally stressed about the whole process while our mother stayed quiet. Calum and I were only ten years old, Mali was twelve. We didn't really know what was going on. Calum got excused from his football practice and we headed to the hospital right away. It was until hours that mom came out of that operation room. My head on his shoulder, him playing with the football in his hands. Mali was asleep that dad had to carry her into mom's recovery room. 

Luke stayed by my side as we took turns looking after Harry. I excused myself from the room, "I need to go see someone," I casually said. They nodded their sleepy heads, "You guys can rest, if you insist." Luke slouched down the couch snuggling closer to his stuffed penguin and Calum resting his head on the chair. 

I walked out of the room heading towards the person that I needed to see, but only one thing stood in my way. He was in a coma.