Nēvēr Ēnding Løve ~ n.s *ON HOLD*

9.

Niall's POV -

I woke up early and bright the next morning. I was going to sing for Harry today! Maybe he'd wake up? Maybe he'd hear my voice and .. Follow it? I've never really been in a coma so.. I do not know if the way they come out of it , is through an exit sign? Jumping out of bed, I head towards the bathroom and brush my teeth. I look at myself in the mirror... I actually looked like a totally different person than I was from a year ago. Huh.. I noticed my eyes looked a bit brighter and my face was slightly more chiseled.
Spiting the remains of my tooth paste into the sink, I climb into my shower cubicle. Almost immediately, the hot water relaxes the muscles on my body that I didn't even know could become sore to that extent.

But the relaxed state of mind I was experiencing soon faded away when the thoughts started to pour in.
'What if he wakes up but doesn't remember you?' 'What if he hates you?' 'What if he never wants to look at your face again?' What if?' 'What if?' 'What if?!'
On cue, I slapped myself on the cheek. Yeah that actually hurt , but it was hard enough to shake the terrible thoughts out of my head.
I climb out of the shower and start to get ready. Before walking out the door I take one last look at myself in the mirror.
'Here goes', I think to myself as I open my main door and close it behind me, with a skip in my step and a nervousness settling upon me I scramble towards my car, almost too excited to see Harry again.
Although I wasn't sure... If the uneasiness in my stomach would fade away... Something tells me today is going to be different and I'm not sure in what way.
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Arriving at the hospital defiantly gave me the nerves I shouldn't have had. I mean it's only... Harry. I'm just going to be singing our favourite song for him in hope that he might respond. Whether it being a hand twitch or an eye twitch I don't even care. I get out of the driver seat in my Range Rover and shut the car door behind me. I walk to the other side of my car and open the door to reveal my guitar and take it out of the back seat, shutting the door afterwards. I begin to make my way up to the main doors of the hospital, pressing a button on my car keys to make my car lock behind me.
Making my way inside the hospital I take my sun glasses of and place them on top of my head.
"Mr.Horan!" I see the nurse from yesterday call as I whip my head around.
"I assume you're here to visit Mr.Styles again?" She questions, walking me to the front desk.
I simply nod my head as I watch her eyes shift down to the guitar in my right hand.
"May I ask why you have a guitar,sir?" She tilts here head slightly confused. Maybe no one has thought of bringing a guitar to sing for a coma patient before? Yeah it does seem pointless but at least I could give it a shot.
"Oh uh yes I'm g-going to be singing for him a bit. I hope it isn't a problem?" I nervously stutter out, surprised at my own tone. Since when am I this nervous around people? I guess this whole Harry situation has done a number on me.
"No of course not Sir! Just try not to strum it too hard, or some patients might wake up" She winks.
Okay um what. Isn't this supposed to be the Coma Ward. Wouldn't it be a good thing if they woke up? I don't question her, instead I just keep my head down as she leads me towards his room.
We walk in an awkward silence towards his room. Unfortunately , they had given him the furthest room on the floor , so you could say I was pretty much panting by the time we got there.
We eventually stop at the same green door I was last left staring at. "Well here we are Mr.Horan! You can go in now and just press the green button beside the bed if you need anything." She chirps and opens the door for me to go inside and shuts it behind me.
I take a deep breath and shut my eyes for a minute. You know, just to do a silent prayer that he'll hear this and possibly react in some way.

I open my eyes and enter the room fully. The wall's were still the dull yellow as they were yesterday , the off-White sofa that sat in the far corner of the room still looked like it hadn't been touched in more than a few months but what caught my eye is the new bouquet of flowers set on the side of Harry's bed with a card attached to it.
I place my guitar against the wall so it doesn't fall and walk towards the bed side table. The bouquet smelt fresh unlike anything in this god damn hospital room that almost represented a prison cell. I touched the card with my fingers and slowly peeled it off the vase.. Almost tearing it in the process.
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To Harry,

Get well soon.

Regards,
Anne Styles
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'Typical', I thought.
I scrunched up the note and threw it to the side of the room. She doesn't seem to care about him anyways. She only pretends to so that people will think she's remotely a good mother.
Finally, I look at Harry's face and my body relaxes. He looks peaceful and clean-cut. Hmm, I didn't know hospitals shave stubble. I touch his smooth cheek with my hand and trace his face down till his lips. His lips were dry and cracked but he still looked beautiful. I bent down and gave him a soft peck and hovered above him for a minute. I wanted to see his eyes so badly. His eyes could do so many things to me. They could brighten my day up just by looking into them and now I'm not even sure if I'll ever get to see them. The thought made my eyes water and I knew that I had to stop thinking like a pessimist and have faith in him. It's the least I owe him.
I stand up straight and get my guitar. I smile as I remember the times he'd beg me to teach him how to play but could never get the fingering right when I did try to teach him.
A couple tears fall from my eyes as I continue smiling at the memories but I just brush them off. I won't allow myself to give up on him and I most certainly won't allow him to think that I almost gave up because that would mean I did not believe our love could conquer anything... But I do believe.
"This is for you Haz" I whisper into his ear before I start strumming.

Oh oh,
Oh oh,
Oh oh,
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Don't talk, let me think it over
How we gonna fix this?
How we gonna undo all the pain?
Tell me, is it even worth it?
Looking through a straight line
Taking back the time we can't replace

All the crossed wires
Just making us tired
Is it too late to bring us back to life?

When I close my eyes and try to sleep
I fall apart, I'm fighting hard to breathe
You're the reason, the only reason
Even though my dizzy head is numb,
I swear my heart is never giving up
You're the reason, the only reason

I feel you burning under my skin
I swear I see you shining
Brighter than the flame inside your eyes

Bitter words spoken,
Everything broken
It's never too late to bring us back to life

Oh, oh, oh, only reason, the only reason
Oh, oh, oh, only reason, the only reason

Don't talk, let me think it over
How we gonna fix this?
How we gonna undo all the pain?

I finish singing, with a couple tears running down my cheeks only in hope that he could've heard that. I had sung The Only reason by 5 Seconds of Summer. One of his favourite bands and one of our favourite songs to sing together.
I take Harry's hand in mine and trace circles onto it. I look at my plain hand compared to his beautifully inked skin and find me questioning myself. 'Why did he ever want a broken, pale,Irish lad'
I sigh and whisper into his ear that I loved him before I kissed his cheek, packed my guitar and walked out the door. I know that Harry will wake up But I just don't know when.
What I didn't know is.. That Harry in fact did hear everything that came out of my mouth when I sang to him and what I didn't see is that he did reach out for me by twitching his fingers.

Only Seconds after I walked out the door.

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Yup okay Hi heehee was that horrible?? I tried to make it as long as I could *shrugs*

Anyways, until next time lovelies

Don't be a silent reader or I'll make sure you become silent forever....

hhehehehhe jk jk. *nervous cough*

Ally xx