Harry Styles Imagines

63. The man with the golden heart(2)

Your pov:
"Please tell me what I've missed out. How did you get here? Do your parents know? Wouldn't they be worried for you? How about the festival?" Harry starts panicking and it makes me feel worse. I put his head towards my chest and try to talk in a steady tone.

"I got a call from this hospital and they told me your condition and so, I got here. No, my parent's don't know and they won't be worried. They were asleep already. The festival doesn't matter. What matters most is you. " I lie. If I don't, he would feel more worried and would ask me to go home. I don't want to be home when he is in this hospital.

"Luckily. Oh, and if they ever happened to come to get you, please go with them in peace. I don't want to be the one breaking your family bond." He says and looks up into my eyes but frowns in shock to see the tears in my eyes.

"Why are you crying? The doctors told us that if I accept their treatment, I'll be good as normal. Please don't cry." He wipes the falling tears with the back of his hand and smiles weakly.

"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be suffering all these pain. I'm the reason you're here and I'm the one to blame for." I look down at the floor, too scared and guilty to meet his precious green eyes.

The door suddenly opens loudly with a bang and two men who seemed to be my father's workers walk inside and pull my arms away from Harry. I scream to let go but they just drag me out of the room. They are too strong and so, I have to give up. I see Harry with a sad face and he mouths "I love you".
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Two days later,
Your pov :

Since the day I returned home, I have been locked up in my room. I tried to get out but they always saw me first. But now, I have to try every way I can to get out and see him. If not so, I would never know when I would get to see him again. It's now or never.

I pour out every clothes I see from my wardrobe and tie them one after another to make a long rope. Then, I tie the last end of it to a leg of my study table and fish the other end out of the window. I hold onto it and slowly climb down the house and I ran as fast as I can to the hospital.

I open the door of the hospital and walk fast to room 58. I could barely breathe with all the excitement and fear locked in my chest. I quickly open the door with shaky hands and I see Harry's nurse folding the blanket and a vacant bed.

Please don't let this happen.

"Where's Harry?" I ask her without wanting to know the answer.

"Everything is in this letter." She tells me and hands me a folded white piece of paper.

Dear (y/n),
It makes me sad to see you cry. But, being with your parents is the best. Even if it's not, it's better for you than to stick with me. Your parents own a successful company and I'm just a photographer who is a failure. I know it's not a right thing to tell you but I thought you should know and only writing you letters which couldn't be sent can only keep me occupied in this boring hospital. I fell onto the restroom floor with my head. The doctors told me that there were no injuries but I'm feeling dizzy. But don't worry for me. I'll be fine. I'll get better and please take care of yourself too. Don't disobey your parents because they are the ones who only know what's best for you. I love you.
Yours truly,
Harry.
P.s none of this is your fault. Let's meet after all of this is over.

Having no more energy to stand up, I sit down onto the bed. "It was written the day before yesterday. The doctors saw no new cut on his head and so, they thought that it was nothing but they discovered that there was an internal bleeding from the surface he hit his head on the restroom floor. He passed away since night but they only knew in the morning and it was too late." The nurse explains to me.

I stare at the blank wall infront of me. I don't know what to say nor know how to feel. I hope he is okay but he is in a better place now. At least it's better than here.
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