The Forced Arrangement [Harry Styles]

14: Is It Even Possible?

Chapter 14:

Harry POV:

Liam looked so … bruised. His chest was heaving up and down slowly and painfully. I couldn’t lose him. We couldn’t lose him. The band couldn’t lose him. His family couldn’t lose him. The fans couldn’t lose one of their idols. Hell, the world couldn’t lose Liam! It’s Liam for Heaven’s sake!

I wiped away a tear that had escaped and looked at the boys. Niall was sitting down on the sofa hugging his knees, next to Eleanor and Zayn was sitting down on the chair next to Liam’s bed, resting his head on the palm of his hand, looking sadly at Liam. I looked over at the door, wondering what Louis was telling Ash.

Ashley.

The previous night came to my mind and I found myself smiling like a little kid. I stopped myself from smiling and turned around to sit down next to Niall but a very annoying beeping sound started ringing rapidly and I spun on my heels. The heart monitor had a straight line running and Liam’s chest had stopped rising up and down. My eyes widened in shock and I froze. Zayn, though, was quick to act and he quickly hit a button on top of Liam’s bed. A few seconds later, the door burst open.

The room was filled with nurses and doctors. A nurse forced us out of the room and the door slammed shut.

“What just happened?” Louis asked us slowly.

“Heart failure,” I whispered and we all stayed quiet except for Niall’s silent sobs. Ashley pulled him in a hug and he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her. She rested her chin on his shoulder while he snuggled his face in her neck.

I breathed out and slid down the wall, running my hands through my hair in frustration.

The door suddenly opened and we all looked at the person leaving. One of the doctors turned to look at us, he had a plain face expression and I couldn’t place my finger on it.

He eyed us all, studying all of us closely.

“Is Liam okay!?” Niall blurted; his eyes puffy and red.

The doctor sighed and finally nodded. “His heart rate is really weak, don’t make any sound while you’re inside, if he gets another heart failure, there’s a 99% chance that he won’t make it.”

My breath hitched in my throat.

“C-can we go inside?” Niall asked, stuttering.

“Visitors hours don’t start until 5pm, so only one person is allowed to stay, I’ll let you decide who will stay, for the rest you are asked to leave.”

And with that, he turned on his heels and left. The door opened again and the nurses walked out of the room, not bothering to look at us they hurried away.

“Who’s going to stay?” Niall asked, sniffing.

“Niall, you should stay,” Louis said but he quickly shook his head. “Why not?”

“I’m just going to end up crying all the time, I need to be alone,” he mumbled and I frowned.

I hated when Niall was so sad and depressed and we couldn’t do anything about it, he was the guy that could always make you smile even by just a tiny smile.

"Niall, he's going to be fine," I assured him, trying to make myself believe what I was saying.

Niall frowned and slightly shrugged. "I dunno."

Zayn sighed, noticing that Niall wasn't going to accept staying. "I'll stay here, Niall, mate cheer up. He's gonna be fine."

Zayn nodded in our direction and walked inside Liam's room. Silence fell between the five of us.