Ripped Away (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Dropping his phone, Harry sprinted for the door. He ran as fast as his legs would allow down the long hallway, and without hesitating, burst into the women’s washroom.

His entire body froze in shock to see Crystal lying on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood.

Harry didn’t waste another second. He turned his head to face down the hall and screamed, “SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!” He then rushed over to Crystal’s side. Harry’s eyes were wide and panicked as they frantically searched for her wound. Her frail body was quivering in a series of mini-convulsions, and her right hand was pressed to her side, unsuccessfully barricading a geyser of blood.

Harry looked into Crystal’s horrified, tear-filled eyes. He stroked her head and tried to comfort her by repeating, “It’s gonna be alright, you’re gonna be fine...” He reached over and put his free hand over hers that was covering her stab wound, and applied pressure to try and stop the incessant bleeding. She winced at the pain, and Harry’s expression mimicked hers. It killed him to see her like this. He couldn’t imagine the pain.

Harry heard someone open the door and his head whipped around to see who it was. A tiny waitress stood in the doorway, obviously horrified at the scene in front of her.

“Please, call an ambulance, she’s been stabbed!” Harry urged her, and she managed a nod before rushing out to retrieve a phone.

Crystal began to gasp loudly, as if it were becoming increasingly difficult for her to breathe. Her body was shaking more violently, and her eyelids began to flutter. Harry shook his head vigorously, as if this gesture would somehow prevent her from dying. “No, no, no... Stay with me, babe, you’re doing great... The ambulance is coming, you’re gonna be fine, I promise...” He tried to reassure Crystal, though he himself wasn’t reassured. He could see the life slipping out of her, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The waitress returned after a couple of minutes. “I called the police; the ambulance is on its way. We’re just trying to get everyone evacuated from the building. Hang tight, okay?” She said hurriedly, and Harry nodded his thanks before she left once again.

“Hear that? They’re on their way. You’re gonna be okay, babe. Just hold on a bit longer.” Harry continued to stroke her hair, praying that this nightmare would end soon.

Crystal’s body had gradually stopped shaking, and her fluttering eyelids became excruciatingly heavy. She felt so tired. She wished she could sleep. The fight to stay alive was harder than she could’ve ever imagined.

This is it, she thought. I’m not going to make it. She realised how bad the timing was. She had literally just been engaged only minutes before this, and now she was going to die. It wasn’t really fair. She was so happy; she had Harry, the love of her life, and was almost at the end of her education to fulfill her lifelong dream of becoming a veterinarian. Everything was so perfect, and now, it was being ripped away from her, all in a matter of moments.  

She felt distant from reality, the kind of feeling you get right before you fall asleep. She could barely keep her eyes open. Crystal knew that she had run out of time. Wishing she could tell Harry that she loved him before it was too late, she turned her head towards him, trying to force out an I love you, but it never came. Harry frowned in worry and Crystal looked into her fiancées pain-stricken eyes one last time before allowing hers to close.

Harry became frantic. “No, no! Crystal, baby, stay with me! No, don’t you leave me! You can’t leave me! CRYSTAL!” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her firmly. Her body gave no response. He began to sob uncontrollably as he continued to shake her, in disbelief that she had gone.

The waitress ran into the washroom once again, only this time, with a team of paramedics. She gently guided Harry away from Crystal so that the paramedics could get to her. Harry slowly backed away from Crystal, his head spinning fast, his cheeks soaked in tears. His breaths were shaky and irregular, and the waitress rubbed his back sympathetically, trying desperately to soothe him.

The paramedics quickly set up a defibrillator in order to restore Crystal’s pulse. Their first try had failed, and the second, failed again. Harry watched in agony as Crystal’s lifeless body jumped with each shock, only to become motionless once again.

The paramedic gave Crystal a third shot of electricity, and miraculously, she sucked in a short breath, indicating her pulse had been restored.

Harry’s eyes widened in amazement as Crystal’s chest heaved up and down once more. Tears began pouring down his face, this time out of overwhelming relief.

Wasting no time, the paramedics carefully lifted Crystal onto a stretcher and quickly wheeled her out of the restaurant. Harry followed close behind, and they allowed him to ride in the ambulance with her on the way to the hospital.

He sat near the front, holding Crystal’s hand the entire way, praying that she would last the ride there. “She’s lost a lot of blood,” the paramedics kept saying. They were working hard to keep her alive, and Harry hoped to God that this miracle would last.

When they arrived at the hospital, they rushed Crystal down the hallway and into an emergency room. One of the paramedics told Harry he could wait outside the room, where there were a few chairs set up against the wall.

Harry sat for what seemed like an immeasurable amount of time. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Was he dreaming? He must be, since there was no way this could be real. He had just proposed to Crystal, and now she was in critical condition after being stabbed by some psycho jealous chick of whom Harry had never seen before. How could this actually be real?

It was decided then. Harry was dreaming. He had fallen asleep on the plane from London and was having a nightmare about his upcoming proposal. It had to be a dream. There was no way Crystal was just stabbed.

Harry’s inner turmoil was interrupted by a doctor who stepped carefully out of the emergency room. Harry rose to his feet and faced the doctor, his tear-stained face full of question. She’s okay. She must be. They saved her at the restaurant. Everything is fine. His mind reeled with thoughts of hope, but Harry couldn’t be certain yet.

The doctor looked into Harry’s eyes, and sighed lightly before quietly revealing the truth. “I’m sorry, son. We did everything we could.”

And then, at that moment, Harry knew he wasn’t dreaming. The magnitude of pain that surged through him was unbearably real.

Harry felt as though he had been lit on fire. His body ached and it felt as though his lungs were collapsing and he’d soon stop breathing.

In a state of complete shock, Harry crumpled to his knees. His eyes provided a steady flow of tears, though he made no sound. He couldn’t. His entire body went numb. There was a ringing in his ears, and no sign of life in his eyes. He became a breathing corpse.

Harry had lost his soul mate forever. He was never going to hear her laugh, see her smile, touch her hair, or kiss her lips ever again.

Never.

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Hey everybody...

So, yeah.

I just killed myself.

And, in a way, I've killed Harry as well...

I tried to warn you!!

Anyways, there is still MUCH more to come, so be sure to stay tuned!

Love you all!

Crystal xx