More Than This {Harry Styles}

Chapter 10~ Silence

The screaming filled my ears, making it impossible to focus on anything else. The bright light burned my eyes, even though they were closed. I tried to open them, fighting with all my strength. But nothing was there.

Was I dead? Was that the end of everything? Did I just leave Harry behind, and make him regret everything? What kind of a person was I being?

I heard Harry’s voice somehow through all the chaos, and it was very distinct, almost like I was meant to hear it.

Then it felt like I was being lifted up, not in a hurtful way, but gently, and it was comforting. But then, everything went black again.

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*Harry’s POV*

The wait in the hospital was agonizingly long. I wasn’t sure if Peyton was going to live or not, and it was killing me. It was my fault.

Mr. and Mrs. Miller sat next to me, maybe even more anxious than I was. Mr. Miller occasionally looked over to me, glaring, and to be honest, it scared me.

Every time a nurse walked into the room, I sat up, hoping they would come to talk to us about Peyton. But the more I thought about it, maybe the less I knew was better.

Mr. Miller stood up suddenly, and motioned to me to follow him out into the hallway. I glanced at Mrs. Miller, and she shrugged, thinking nothing of it. It must not have been too important or I guess she would’ve known.

I followed him out into the hall, and he stopped, and looked at the ground.

“So Harry, I hear this whole situation was caused by you and some girl named Caroline?” he asked, crossing his arms angrily.

“Yes sir.” I mumbled, trying to keep myself from crying.

“Did you ever stop to think how this made Peyton feel?”

“No. I suppose not.”

“And this Caroline girl, she’s 15 years older than you? Wow. She must be pretty damn fine.”

I smirked. “I guess.”

“That was sarcasm, Harry. I’m not sure what you did to Peyton, but you messed up pretty damn well. And if she’s dead, I’m warning you- You will be too.” He said angrily.

“I understand.”

“You better.” He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt. “I don’t want her life to be over because of some dumbass move you made.”

I nod intently.

“This will stay on your shoulders. Don’t you ever think I’ll let this go.”

“I know.”

He raised his fist and it collided with my jaw. He let go of my collar, and I fell to the floor in a heap, holding my jaw, cringing in pain.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, helping me off the ground. I glanced up at her, and it was a nurse.

“Do you need some ice for that?” she asked, moving my hand away from my cheek.

I nodded.

“I’ll be right back.” She said, and hurried off down the hallway that seemed it would never end.

“Harry!” Mrs. Miller called, rushing up beside me. “Are you alright?”

“I guess.” I said, moving my hand up back to my jaw.

“I’m so sorry. I thought you two would just talk. I just don’t know why everything isn’t going right anymore.” She shook her head.

“It’s my fault.”

“No, no. It’s not all you. We all played a part.”

“If she didn’t come back, and if Caroline wasn’t there, this wouldn’t have happened. Mrs. Miller, I love your daughter, but I don’t know. I just seem to hurt her more than help her. That’s why I feel like I can’t be with her. She deserves someone better than me. Someone who can give her more, because she deserves it all.” I say, tears falling down my face and onto the floor.

She embraced me into a hug, and we both cried together.

“You are more than enough for her, Harry. You are perfect.”

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to face the nurse again. She held out the ice to me.

“Just return it to the front desk whenever you’re finished with it.” She said, walking back down the hallway.

I held the ice against my face, feeling the freezing package burn my face, but it felt relieving at the same time.

Mrs. Miller wrapped her arm around my shoulder as we walked back into the waiting room, as I waited longer.

Then I fell asleep against the hard wood arm of the chair.

~*~

“Harry!” Some said, stirring me from my sleep. I sat up, dazed.

The nurse stood in front of us, literally no emotion shown on her face.

“Peyton seems to be doing better than expected, but is still in critical condition. You can go visit her, but don’t be too loud, and don’t make it too long.” She said, and left the room.

We all sighed in relief, and walked into Peyton’s room reluctantly.

Words couldn’t describe how I felt as I walked into the room, knowing she was still alive. But she was still on the line. No one knew how much longer she had.

I let Mr. and Mrs. Miller go beside her bed and do whatever they wanted to do in the time they had, but I wanted to talk to her even though it was pointless in a sense.

The beeping of the medical equipment was almost painful, but relaxing. I knew it was wrong being here. It was on my shoulders.

And I felt like nothing that I could do.

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Sorry it's so short! But I need to get off and I needed to post!

Love you all! :)

~Lizzie :) xx