*Harry's POV*
“Goodnight everybody! Till next year!” Niall shouted through the mic. I waved at the crowd bringing my own mic to my lips “I hope you guys all had a fantastic night because I know me and the lads enjoyed it very well” I bowed down slightly with a smile and received a lot of screams and shouts from the crowd.
“Byeeee!!!” Louis shouted and we went dashing backstage to our dressing room. All the boys continued laughing and saying how great our concert was. It was the last the concert for our Take Me Home Tour and even though we were dissapointed that it was the last, we knew that we had to end it eventually. I took a seat on the leather couch. My energy was immediately swept away from my veins. While the huge grin I had was soon replaced by a frown.
“Yeah I know---” Louis stopped speaking once he saw my broken state. “What's the matter Haz?” Louis asked worriedly, soon enough I felt three other pair of eyes boring onto mine.
“Its just that..” I trailed off sniffling. The tears fell and I buried my head in my hands feeling embarrassed that the lads saw me cry.
“Its their third anniversary today” a voice spoke. I slowly lifted my head up and my eyes landed on a sad looking Liam. He smiled at me lightly but I can definitely see the tears that have been forming on his eyes. He always knew about her. I always told him everything about her. Even the accident....
“Oh god” Louis whispered putting a hand on his face. “I'm sorry mate” Niall said sitting beside me and patting my back. I can see all of them looking at me with sympathy. I smiled to reassure them I was fine but the truth is. I'm not. For over a year now.
“Its okay lads. I'm just going to visit her tonight then maybe celebrate later. My treat?” I asked forcing a smile. They all nodded.
“We want to come with you Haz” Zayn announced. I smiled at him wiping the tears out of my eyes, I glanced at Niall who is silently comforting me. I smile at each of them. These boys literally makes me happy even though I don't want to.
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A smile crept on my face as we arrived at London Hospital. This is the first time in a week that I haven't seen and visited her. And I'm very excited to see her. Its crazy but I did miss her even if its just for seven days. I looked down at my hand that is holding a bouquet of roses. Her favorite. I remember when a smile always spread on her lips whenever I gave her roses. Even if she has a bad day at work it always makes her happy when I gave her even just a stem of it.
I frown a little as I stared down at the flowers. Soon enough tears were spilling down my eyes and onto the roses I'm holding. I really miss her. And it pains me that I'm basically the fault of her condition right now. If I could rewind time....
“Harry? Mate?” Liam's voice snapped me out of my deep thoughts. I looked up at him. I was too busy in my own world that I haven't even noticed he opened my door.
“Are you alright? Come on” he motioned for me to come out and I obliged. “Are you alright?” he asked once again putting an arm around my back and onto my shoulder as we walked through the hospital doors Zayn, Louis and Niall leading the way.
I nodded “Just a little nervous”
We approached the reception and a woman in her late-fourties was typing away in the computer. Since I've been here numerous of times, nurses and staffs here already knew me and maybe even the lads. I smiled at her sight. It was her aunt. Jennifer. I cleared my throat and her head quickly turned to were we stood.
