Revive [Harry Styles]

Chapter Twelve

Harry pulls up to the hospital. And for some reason I'm just frozen. I can't move I can't look up from my lap. I hear Harry calling for me but it seems so far away. My life is falling apart right in front of my eyes and I can't do anything.

"Come on baby come back to me" Harry whispers in my ear. "I'm right here I'm not going anywhere" he pulls my left hand in his. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks.

"H-Harry we n-need to g-go" I stuttered out while a tight knot forms in my throat.

Harry gets out of the car and I follow soon after. He carries gramps in his arms and I want to break down in tears again. He looks so fragile and sick it's killing me.

Once we rush through the door I'm unable to speak a word. I'm so useless.

"Help please" Harry yells at one of the nurses at the front desk.

"What's wrong with him sir?" She politely answers back.

"He hasn't woken up, he's incredibly cold and he's pale" Harrys says quickly while the lady's facial expression turns sad as soon as he finishes.

"Okay we'll do everything we can" a group of nurses come out and take gramps away on a stretcher.

I start running in the direction the nurses took him but Harry grabs a hold of my arm. I push him off and fall to my knees.

"Why God why please!" I yell slamming my fist against the floor. I start pulling my hair out of frustration.

Harry bends down in front of me and holds me rocking back and forth. While I cry harder fisting his shirt. I start slowly bring my fist up and socking Harrys chest softly.

"Shh it's okay" Harry hums in my ear. Holding me tight like he's afraid to let go.

He promised me he'll never leave me. Gramps needs to be okay. He's all I have. I felt loved by the first time by him, he treated me like I mattered. He's the only person who cares about me. I can't lose him. Please God take me instead.

"Let's go sit down" Harry tells me combing his fingers through my hair. I nod slowly.

Harry helps me up and I feel a pang of  dizziness over take me. I go running outside and throw up what I ate for lunch. I lift my head up and take a deep breath. I have nothing without him.

"Here" Harry hands me a cup of water. When did he water? I put the water to my lips and take a small sip before spitting it out. Harry rubs small circles on my back.

Please God take me instead.

I take one last deep breath before turning around to go back inside. Harry keeps his hand on my back.

As soon as we walk inside the nurse at the front desk is looking at me sympathetically. 

"Are you okay honey" he ask me in a gentle voice.

"Y-yeah do you know when I can see my gramps again?" My throat is dry and my voice cracks due to all the crying I've been doing.

"No, but I'll tell you as soon as I find something out okay his name is Paul Parker correct?" He pulls out a file that has my gramps name on it. I don't trust my voice so I nod my head and he gives me an encouraging smile. "Okay everything is going to be okay you can wait in the waiting room or go home and I'll give you a ca-"

"No that's okay I'm going to wait here till I can see him" I give him a small smile before turing around to take a seat. Now it's just the waiting game.

Harry takes a seat next to me. I haven't even appreciated what he's done for me. He doesn't have to be here but yet here he is holding me, calming me down, driving us, and talking for me when I couldn't find my voice.