A/n - wooooooow......I suck. You guys have just like....completely stopped commenting and reading.....it was fun while it lasted...
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Harry's p.o.v
The room goes silent, Niall shifts uncomfortably, not making eye contact. That fucker, she's mine!...or at least she was.
I feel a hand rest on my shoulder, to no surprise it's louis' he's always been there for me, our friendship has lasted ages, he's my best mate. "You good?"
I shake my head. "No....but I'm alive." I say, half to myself. He mumbles a quick okay, removing his hand. "Sky? Do you remember me?" I ask, turning my body towards her on the white dull sheets. The plastic crinkles underneath.
She looks at me, eyes trailing over my body. Her gaze falls on my face. I see a spark twinkle in her eyes, her lips part. "No." She say's simply.
No words could express how I'm feeling right now. My soulmate didn't recognize me. Fuck! I hate feelings! I hate this stupid hospital, I hate my stupid self. I feel the moisture start to slowly trickle down my face. I grab the nearest thing and throw it at the door before staking out. "Harry!" Liam calls. "No Liam, were supposed to be in love and she doesn't fucking remember me?!" I stomp angrily past the front desk, all eyes are on me.
"Harry the girl barley remembers herself! Stop acting like your the only one that matters in this situation!" He yells , following me out of the sickening hospital.
I pace back and forth, running a hand threw my hair, I realize how desperate I am for a haircut. "You think I don't know that Liam! And how am I being selfish she didn't even bother to try and remember me!" I scream, I can feel the blue veins on my neck surface.
A sharp pain spreads across my face, my head Turing with forceful power. "Did you just fucki-"
"Shut up and listen for five seconds damn it!" Liam scolds, I've never seen him mad, he's always been pretty calm and collected. "This is your fault! It's your fault she's in this mess in the fist place we had one damn job! She may be we'll as dead dating you, you raped her. Christ your raped her, you pushed her In front of a fucking car! What kind of sick shit are you?!" I can feel my blood boil by Liam's harsh words, but I remain quiet knowing each and every word is true. "How can you say you care for her? You don't hurt the ones you car for." His voice gets softer at the end.
My knees buckle, I sit on the cold hard cement wrapping my arms around my legs. Sobs take over as everything hits me like a bullet. This is my fault. "I'm sorry." I cry. "I'm so so sorry. I'm such a fuck up. B-but I-I" I can't seem to get the words out, when ever I open my mouth, a cry is heard instead of the words I'm dying to say.
A pair of arms wraps around my shoulders. "Your gonna be okay." Liam coos. I shake my head. "N-ot this time." I sob.
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Liam's p.o.v
I stare at the broken down man in my arms, I haven't seen him this upset since the death of his mother. I know he puts on that tough guy image, but I know harry better than he knows himself. He came to us when he was fourteen, we've practically raised him. Yeah, he hasn't been a great person these past few months....but then again who has? Were all just hiding behind an image, a shadow hiding our darkest secrets.
"Hey." I say gaining his attention. He looks up at me red eyes, tear stained cheeks. "Do you remember when you were fifteen and zayn made you try on that dress?" A smile surfaces on his lips. "Yeah." He laughs. "He swore it was for some photography class."
I laugh along with him. "But what was with the lip stick and earrings?" I mock. His face turns a deep shade of red. "W-what? I um, he said, it wasn't my-" I throw my hands up stopping him. "Mate, I'm just pulin' your leg."
He punches me slightly. It's times like these that I miss,were me and the boys could sit around and joke all day. If I choice between being in the gang.....we'll you know.
"We should probably get back, right?" I pat harry on the back helping him stand. He uses the back of his hands to wipe his tears.
"You good?" I ask.
Harry simply shakes his head.
"Nope, but I'm alive."
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Dont be afraid (harry styles.)
Fanfiction"Being afraid is what kept me alive" What if your mother was killed, and your father was abusive. What if, before she gave you a plane ticket to live with five hormonal young men. Harry, louis, Niall, Liam, And Zayn. What if they weren't just boys...
