Surviving Without Him

Fighting the Pain.

*Taylor's POV*

As soon as Alex fell asleep, I stopped singing and sat back in my chair. I took a deep breath and tried my absolute hardest to not think about him. I took out my phone again and started to play Flappy Bird. Yes, I'm that desperate for a distraction.

After about two minutes of playing that terribly addictive game, I realized something. Life is like flappy bird, we're all just trying to get through the obstacles and pipes in our ways, but in the end, no one does.

Either that's a really good quote or I'm starting to get loopy from lack of sleep. I'm probably getting loopy. I need to turn off my phone.

I started thinking about how and when I was supposed to tell mine and Harry's fans about this. I'm sure most people already knew, but I definitely need to give them a little bit more details than the tabloids. This was definitely the worst part about being famous. I shouldn't have to think about this. Oh well.

"Tay, are you doing okay?" I jumped until turning around and realizing it was Selena, "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's okay. I'm fine I guess, it's just that I'm going to have to tell the fans about this soon and I'm gonna have to start planning his funeral. It's overwhelming me right now."

"I know. It's gonna be hard, but I'll help you and so will all your family." I nodded as tears started streaming down my face softly, "Hey, I brought you something." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of headphones.

"Thank you." I said happy to finally have something to pull me out of my thoughts. I plugged them into my phone and hit shuffle. We both settled into the uncomfortable hospital chairs to try and get some sleep.

"I'm like a crow on a wire...." Niall's voice sang out. Oh crap. I'm gonna cry.

This was the song Harry sang to me at our wedding.

The fact that Harry would never sing this again killed me a little on the inside. He would never perform ever again. Gosh, Taylor, you have to stop thinking these things.

I calmed myself down a bit and just let the tears stream down my face as I slowly fell asleep.

*Selena's POV*

I watched as tears steadily poured down Taylor's face. I figured a One Direction song came on. I sighed knowing that she was exhausted and would fall asleep soon anyways.

I still couldn't imagine what it was going to be like without Harry. The Styles family was strong, but this would be hard.

I looked at Alex. She wouldn't have a father to walk her down the aisle. She wouldn't have someone to take her to the daddy-daughter dance. She wouldn't have someone to intimidate her future boyfriends. She wouldn't have a dad.

I looked at Bentley. He wouldn't have a father to coach his sports teams. He wouldn't have a father to play catch with. He wouldn't have someone to teach him how to flirt with girls. He wouldn't have a dad.

Last, I looked at Taylor. She wouldn't have a husband to lie in bed with late at night. She wouldn't have someone to help her raise her kids. She wouldn't have someone to hold her at night. She wouldn't have a husband.

She lost her true love.

The family lost their glue.

In that moment, I vowed to do as much as I could for this family.

There are obviously some positions I just can't fill, but I'm going to try my hardest. I'm going to always be there for them, no matter what. They deserved a fighting chance at being as close as they could to the family they used to be.

In a few short days, they would be out of the hospital and they would have to go back to their house. They'd have to back to school and work as usual. I was going to do everything in my power to help them cope and go back to their lives.

And then I realized, eventually the Styles would be okay. And that was a good thought.