My Reason to Live. - One Direction Fanfic.

"Please don't waste your time, you aren't going to change my mind."

{Harry’s P.O.V}

The ambulance arrives as everyone begins to panic.

Only two of us are allowed to travel to the hospital with her, so Louis and I immediately step in with no consultation with anyone else. There’s no way I’m staying behind. The ambulance begins to move as the paparazzi follow behind, straining to get a glimpse of what’s going on. The ambulance continues moving as the boys follow behind as fast as possible. The ambulance continues to move as the love of my life lies limp and lifeless in the back.

I feel the tears prick the corners of my eyes and my body shudders. No one said anything as we waited for the ambulance; we just stood and watched Callie, begging her to begin breathing, moving, anything again. The not knowing is what’s killing me. The ambulance staff say they’re not promising anything. Why not? They should know. They should be telling me Callie’s going to be fine. They should be working on her right now. They got her breathing, but that doesn’t change the fact that she might not live. That’s what they said, “She may be breathing, but that doesn’t mean her brain’s still alive.” It’s killing me inside.

I shake vigorously, trying to hold back the sobs threatening to rip through my throat, my whole body. I just got her back and now she’s left again. Louis notices my state and wraps his arm around my shoulder, “It’s going to be okay,” he croaks, his voice weak from crying, “She has to be okay.”

***

We arrive at the hospital and Callie is rushed in on a hospital bed. Louis and I follow like zombies, not quite aware of our surroundings. We go to follow them into the room, but a doctor blocks our entrance. I shove him out the way and storm in. No one is getting in my way, not now. He gives me a stern look before deciding to ignore me instead of try to fight me out. He knows it won’t work.

After hours of work and no results, a nurse walks up to Louis and I and asks that we listen to her. This can’t be good news; my heart beats in my throat, threatening to choke me. The nurse takes a deep breath, looking at her clipboard before finally opening her mouth.

“She’s in a coma, lucky she is though, could’ve been brain dead if it’d been left even a minute. The only thing is, we don’t know how long she could be in the coma for, or if she will ever even wake up. Talking to her may help, playing familiar music, things like that.”

Louis and I nod, tears streaming down our cheeks.

“What caused it?” I ask, this question has been on my mind the entire time.

“She had a cut on her head, that played a large part in-“before she gets a chance to finish, Louis breaks down, terrifying sobs thundering through the room, shaking his whole body, the nurse decides to continue, “a large part in the seizure, but also stress, her blood pressure was abnormally high, did she receive any bad news or see anything that could have made her blood pressure rise?”

I shake my head, trying to think of anything before it hits me, “the message, the tweet.” I mumble, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. Somebody’s going to pay.

Only now do I remember Louis, I bend down, rubbing his back, “Louis, calm down, we just need to keep talking to her okay, please.” I attempt to comfort him, but I’m mainly trying to convince myself...it all just seems like a horrible nightmare.

“It’s all my fault though,” Louis sobs, his head in his hands, “I was with her when she got hit on the head...I caused this!” his voice breaks and his quiet sobs get louder and louder.

“Shut up Louis, it is NOT your fault, you didn’t know! You couldn’t have stopped it!” I cry, how can he believe this is his fault?

“It is,” he whispers, “and now she could die because of me.”