My True Soulmate (Harlena Fanfiction)

Chapter 22

Harry

8 weeks. It's been 8 goddamned weeks and she hasn't woke up yet. They've done the surgery in her leg and her stomach, she had stitches put on her cheek and she's been on life support, but she still hasn't even moved a muscle. Darcy looks as skinny as a skeleton for goodness sake!

I haven't gone to school and I haven't slept or eaten much. I come here everyday from 8 am to 10 pm - visiting hours. I hold Darcy's, now skinny, fingers and kiss them. I rest my head on her pillow, afraid that if I lay it on her stomach she'll have a hard time breathing or be in more pain. I'm afraid that if I lay it on her chest, even just to listen to her heart beat, the weight of my head on her chest will be enough to stop her heart.

Call me crazy but I speak to her. Even though she can't reply or communicate in any way, I still tell her how much I love her, adore her, need her. I know, I probably sound selfish but I can't let her go. Not now. I plead to her to stay strong and make it through this whether it's for me or Mandy. I try to bribe her in some way, too. Well, you can call it bribing but I see it more as motivation. I try to motivate her into holding on to her life, even if she can't for much longer.

Flashback-

I searched up coma on google and even asked my mates about it, and I've come up with a method. I could use my words and love for her to motivate her into trying to wake up. I do it everyday, now.

I stare at her near-lifeless body, hoping - praying, that she'll open her big brown eyes and say my name with that pearly white smile of hers. I play with her fingers gently, kissing the pad of her thumb and each of the finger tips. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I think of just what to say today to her. After a few minutes, I speak.

"Hi, Darcy girl. My precious little Darc. I miss you - more than anything. You are my rock. My world. My other half. My better half." I exclaimed with a small, sad chuckle. "I love you so much, it hurts. Physically, mentally, and emotionally it hurts. But don't worry, baby. It's not a bad thing."

The small, salty droplets pour from my eyes and mucus builds in my nose but I control myself from full-on sobbing in front of the love of my life. Conscious or not. "I don't know what to do without you, Darcy. It's been almost 9 weeks without you and I'm already completely and utterly useless. I need you, love. Terribly.

"But I promise you that when you wake up, I'll have your favorite movies and sweets set up in my living room with candle light and a blanket fortress like you've always wished for. When you're all better we can spend the rest of our lives together. We can do it your way, too, if you want. I don't care if we have to run away or live in a TV box. I don't care if we have to move across the planet - I just want to be with you.

"We can go on fancy, expensive dates o-or we can try tons of little dates like picnics and campfires. We can visit the world. We can try to stop the law. Whatever you want, as long as we're together. But listen, my love, just try. Try, alright? For me. For your mum. Don't feel pressured or anything because even if you don't wake up, we'll still love you. We won't be ashamed or angry. You wouldn't have let us down."

I swallowed the sobs just itching to come out as I reassured her. I tried to put myself in her shoes and think what she would've thought. I tried to tell Buddy, as well, that even if he did leave, we'd all be proud of him, not angry at him. So that's what I tried to explain to Darcy.

"I love you, Darcy. I'll never stop. I will love you for the rest of eternity and I'm honored to do so."

"Sir," A slim nurse walks in, "visiting hours are over."

She walks out the door and leaves me to say goodbye. "I love you, Darcy Grace Raine. For eternity."

After bidding Darcy a few more I love you's and kisses, I finally leave. Walking out of the hospital, tears start to prick my eyes and before I know it, I'm full on crying, silently. I stomp to my SUV and turn on the engine. When the engine roars to life, I don't give it time to warm up - I go.

I sped down the road with all the windows down in hopes to cool off a little bit but it's useless. She's been  in a coma for 8 weeks and if she wakes up, Lord knows if she'll remember me. That thought alone causes me to sped up and swoop around the few cars driving. Soon enough, I arive at my apartment.

Darcy thought it was a penthouse.

Darcy. Darcy. Darcy. Everything is about Darcy. Darcy said this. Darcy did that. It's killing me because I love having her invade my every thought.

I shakily pull the key out of the hole and hop out of the car. The minute I get inside the apartment, I tear everything up. I make it to my kitchen first, pulling out glasses and plates, throwing them around like a maniac.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, DARCY, FOR MAKING ME LOVE YOU SO MUCH! YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING AND I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?! LIVE FOR ME! I NEED YOU!" I screamed as if Darcy was here. But she's not.

I continue screaming but this time it's just profanities. I run to my room and throw my clothes around, my lamps, my alarm clock, my lava lamp - everything. Once I get to the living room, I stop. I had promised Lahna a special gift for when she woke up and it was already done.

I made a large blanket fortress with Christmas lights and snacks and movies and everything. I planned to walk through my front door with Darcy in my arms, the two of us laughing. I had imagined her looking up to find my creation and lighting up at the sight of it. It's something she's always wanted with the love of her life.

I pictured us watching rom-coms and eating sweets and just as a romantic scene comes up, I sing in her ear, kiss her and make love to her. I want that so desperately to happen and I feel as if my heart could burst. I feel empty and miserable without Darcy.

I want to hold her in my arms. I want to kiss her sweet, plump lips. I want to whisper in her ear all the things I love about her. With these thoughts I feel grief. I start to think of all I things I could've but haven't done and it kills me.

Turning my head away from the living room, I run to the, still clean, guest room. Pressing my back against the closed door, I slide to the floor and hold my knees against my chest. Tugging the roots of my unruly hair, I let out loud cries and sobs until I hear a knock at the door; the door I'm leant against now.

"Harry?" a small voice sounds.

I know that voice. But... how can it be? Oh, my God.

A/N Who do you think it is?

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