2 days later...

Yes, the boys and I were still in the hospital. We told Zayn's nurse that we were going to stay there until Zayn woke up. Harry got some clothes, blankets, pillows and toiletries, which would be the best explanation why we were still fresh after more than 50 hours. No, Zayn was not awake yet, but he was very much alive. Liam and Niall had gone "hunting for food" (Nando's!) because Niall was tired of hospital food so I was alone with Harry and Zayn, who were both asleep. Usually, Harry's awake before me because Niall wakes up at 4 A.M., gets hungry and bothers Harry, who sleeps on the floor with him, but today is different. I guess that first of all, Liam fell asleep on the couch where I was because Liam falls asleep anywhere and number two, Niall couldn't wake Harry up, so he woke Liam up instead. Now I am a light sleeper, so when Liam stood up from the couch, I woke up as well. I tried to go back to sleep but I woke up 15 minutes later. You see, once you wake me up and it's past 4 A.M., I will find it very hard to sleep for a long time until night falls upon us. Niall woke up later than usual, at 4:30 instead of 4, so yeah, I was pretty much awake. The clock said 7:00, which was usually the time when my alarm clock would start ringing, waking me up. Sure enough, chimes sounded as I ran to my phone and pressed the snooze button. I snuck a glance at the blanket with Harry's feet sticking out at one end.

"Niall, I'm coming," came Harry's sleepy voice.

"Good morning, Hazza bear," I said as Harry emerged from the blanket. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and blinked.

"Morning, Jessie. Where's Niall and Liam?"

"Went hunting for the closest Nando's at 4:30 A.M."

"Have you been awake since then?"

"Well, I woke up, slept for 15 minutes and I've been up and running since then."

"Awfully chipper, aren't we?"

"Well, everyday's a happy day." Harry smiled, walking over to the large suitcase containing everyone's clothes.

"Like I said, I love you for being optimistic." He started searching the suitcase for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"Bandages." Harry said as he touched his bandaged head. "And the ointment the doctor prescribed. It hurts, those burns."

"Are they big ones?"

"No."

"Then why don't you just use gauze?"

"Because..." Harry looked around, biting his lip. His voice was soft when he finally spoke.

"My hair..." His voice trembled with tears as he unwrapped the bandages. "I lost it in the fire, Jessie. I tried to save Louis because he was trapped in the car. I did get him out of there, but I tripped over my shoelace and the left side of my hair caught fire." He touched his left ear, which was slightly burned.

"I rolled on the ground to try to stop the fire, then the front and the back part caught fire. When the fire finally was extinguished, almost all my hair was gone." As he removed the bandages from his head, I saw the scarcity of the once abundant curls.

"Harry..." I said softly, playing with the small cluster of curls near his right ear. Harry looked up, emerald green eyes sparkling with tears.

"Tell me Jessie, who am I?"

"You're Harry Styles."

"Everybody knows I'm Harry Styles. But I want to know what you see me as. Who am I in your life? Do I play a big part in your life or am I as insignificant as a speck of dust?" He let out a huge sigh.

"You mean a lot to me Harry, you really do." I smiled, hoping to somehow ease the pains Harry felt at the moment.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." Harry had heard that line one too many times from people who only saw him as the superstar that he was. They knew nothing about Harry as a person, a living, breathing person such as themselves. They couldn't see that although he was searching for words of affirmation, he was also searching for the truth. After all, Harry was truthful in nature. He didn't say things just to please people. As a matter of fact, some of the things he said were based on the build up of emotion inside of him. As for me, I try to find the right words at the right time and often wind up screwing up. Like right now for instance.

"Sorry that it appears that way. I mean it though. You've always been somebody special, you just don't know it."

"Because of what? The fact that I'm a diva? The fact that I was once so beautiful and popular?" Harry stood up and began to pace. "I lost so much because of one stupid accident! I lost my beauty and my best friend." I could hear the tears in his voice

"Harry..." I started to say. "You're still beautiful."

"No I'm not!" He was shouting now. "I am not like Zayn who has charming eyes, or Niall and Louis who are naturally funny or Liam, who has a gorgeous voice. I am Harry Styles. When people hear the name 'Harry Styles' they think of beautiful corkscrew curls. When I read fanfic about me, they're so hell bent on describing my hair. Without those curls, I am not the Harry Styles that everybody knows and loves. I am nobody."

"That's where you're wrong," I said, standing up and walking to Zayn's bed. "Your fans love you for being who you are. If they cannot love you without your curly hair, then what kind of directioners are they?"

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