Remember -Narry Short Story ON HOLD

Chapter 2

Dedicated to lxvingzayn because she is my very favorite person ever and she is like a sister to me. I love he soooo much! <3 :D

He wasn’t moving. His eyes were closed. I could barely see his chest going up and down. I vaguely noticed Zayn asleep in the corner, but I ignored him as my vision zeroed in on one thing and one thing only. Niall.

I slowly sat down in the chair at his bedside, tears silently streaming down my face. I grabbed his hand and held onto it, and was grateful to feel that it was still warm. I sat there for quite a while, until Maura came back in.

“What is wrong with him?” I ask her when she sits at his side opposite of me.

She teared up when she looked at me. “I am sorry,” she cried “But I can’t bear to tell you. I will get a doctor in.” Then she stood up and walked out of the room.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see Zayn stir. I look over at him and he slowly opens his eyes.

“Go home, Zayn. Liam and Louis already left, and Maura and I have it under control.” I spoke softly to him. I didn’t trust my voice to handle more than a whisper.

He took one look at me and decided to just do what I say. He nodded and walked out of the room. When the door opened again, it was the doctor. He nodded his head at me before taking a seat in the chair that Maura had vacated.

“What is wrong with him?” I ask, looking down at my sweet Niall’s face.

“He is in a coma.” The doctor said. “He is a special case though. He needs to be awoken by a memory, object; just something that was important to him. But, he will not stay in this phase forever. After a certain amount of time, he will no longer be able to be awoken at all.”

I needed to know things, so I pushed past all my overwhelming emotions, and asked my question.

“How long until he can’t be woken up again?” I ask, because I need to know.

“We can’t say exactly, but I’d say about the time that rose on the table dies.”

I looked over and noticed the rose on the table beside Niall’s bed. It is a bright red splash in a gray room. It is in a small glass of water. It is amazing how on single rose could be life or death. It holds so much on it’s shoulders, yet it is simply a rose.

“Is there anything else I need to know?” I ask quietly, on the verge of breaking down.

“Not really.” The doctor said. “As long as you know that he can hear you. Some people think that anyone in a coma isn’t aware, but they are.”

“Thank you.” I reply. He took that as a cue to leave, and I was grateful. I needed time alone.

“Niall?” I whispered. “The doctor told me that you could hear me.” I stop, as a sob chokes out of my mouth.

I take a deep breath and start again. “I love you, Niall. You know that, but maybe you forgot….. I am so sorry Niall. I love you.” I stopped, because Maura walked in at that moment.

“Did he come in to talk to you?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I replied, tears in my eyes. She came over and hugged me tightly. I stayed silent, not having anything to say.

“Go home, Harry. You need sleep. I will be here for the night, and then you can come over in the morning.” I knew that fighting with her about it would be pointless. Maura has a motherly instinct over me, like I am her own son. She cares for me as well as my own mother. I just nod my head at her, and she smiles.

As I walk out of the room, I glance at the rose. I can almost see it shriveling up, taking Niall’s life with it.

***

I unlock the door to Niall’s and my flat. I don’t even bother to turn on any lights, or eat. I just walk up the stairs and into our bedroom. We have been dating for eight years, and living together for three. I was thinking about proposing soon. As my thoughts wonder into the painful thoughts that are about Niall, I begin to sob. He really is the only one for me.

I kick off me shoes, and get into bed, not bothering to change. I would rather sleep than think about Niall and breaking my already shattered heart farther. As I rest my head on the pillow, tears begin to soak it. The whole bed smells of him. It is cold without another body.

As I close my eyes, I can picture the rose, sitting alone on the table, slowly dying, taking the love of my life with it.

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