A week later

Harry's P.O.V.
It's been the worst week of my life. I've spent almost every moment on this chair beside Sofia's bed in the hospital, looking over her, asking the universe to wake her up. It's so incredibly unreal that she can't even breath for herself. She would've hated this, not being able to do something herself, she really would hate that. I stroke my hand over her cheek, like I do every now and then, making sure that she knows that I'm here. I hope she knows that. I spend every night here beside her, I don't want her to be alone. What if she would wake up and no one was here? I could never live with myself if that happened. She would be so scared. When her parents come in the morning, I go to the hotel to sleep a couple of hours and then come back here. That gives them some time alone with her too. I usually don't sleep that much. I haven't had a good sleep in so long, I get so bad dreams that I don't even want to go to sleep. It's very exhausting.

My mom is still here, which I'm very grateful for, even though it's extremely boring for her hanging around the hospital. I've forced her a couple of times to go into town to look around or do some shopping. Well, I needed clothes, so she willingly did that for me. Now at least I have some clean clothes to wear when I get out of the shower. Not that I really care, since I stay at the hospital all day long. But I'd rather not smell when Sofia wakes up, which she will. I hope. She have too. She just needs her time.

“I'll be back soon, love.” I say and kiss her cheek when her mom comes through the door. It's almost nine in the morning and I'm suppose to Skype with the lads. I walk to a room which I've borrowed with the help of the lovely staff here. It's weird how close you get to the people around you when you spend every waken moment in a hospital. They are very nice and accommodating here. I sit down on a chair at the little table in the room and set up my computer, opening it up and turn on Skype. It doesn't take long before I hear the familiar sound of the call-waiting tone. I click on answer and see all the lads sitting on a couch.

“Hey man.” Liam say looking pleased before his expression turns to worry.

“Hi.” I say in my – now a days – depressed voice.

“How are you? You look tired.” Lou say frowning. I roll my eyes before answering.

“Well, I haven't slept that much in the last week, that's probably why.” I say before we hear that call-waiting tone again. Simon is conferencing with us today, so that's him. I click answer.

“Hi.” The lads say in unison as the vision of Simon comes to the screen.

“Hello guys. How are you?” He say in his normal, a little stressed, voice.

“Just fine, how are you? How's the baby?” Niall ask.

“The baby is just fine, thank you for asking. I'm good too.” He say before he looks down at some papers, giving someone behind the camera a bunch of papers. “How is everything with you Harry?” He adds, looking worried too.

“I'm okey.” I say, but not really meaning it. I'm not okey. Not even close.

“And Sofia?” Simon ask, the lads keeps quiet. I've talked to them, well mostly Lou, a couple of times during this last week.

“She's the same.” I say and look down at my hands. I wish that there was some change by now. It makes me nervous that there hasn't been.

“I'm sorry to hear that. I really am. We need to discuss the tour though.” He say and look guilty for bringing it up, but I knew that this was the topic of this meeting. I had been away for a week. The lads had done two shows without me and canceled one. I hated doing that, but what could I do? I needed to be here.

“I know.” I say and bite my bottom lip.

“What do you guys want to do? We need to decide how this will continue. We can't sell a tour for four out of five direction. If you are going to hop off, Harry, we need the fans to be able to refund their tickets, which will make us loose a lot of money. Another option is to cancel or at least push forward the tour.” He say and I feel sick. I don't know what to do. I can't ruin everything for the lads. I hate this. It gets silent and I know the lads are waiting for me to say something. I know that they don't want to be rude and ask me for anything, even though I deep down know that they want me to come back and continue the tour with them. What should I do? My heart is breaking. This is my dream, I love standing on stage and perform, but I love Sofia. But what if she never wakes up? What if she does and I've ruined my whole career, she would be so mad at me. What to do?

“I can't leave her.” I whisper, looking down at my fingers. I hate myself for saying the words, but they are true. I just can't.

“I get that.” Lou say, but I see that they are hurt. “What do you think we should do Simon?” He adds.

“Let's do these couple of shows in Ohio, I will make a statement that they will be without Harry and that the fans can refund their tickets if they feel like it. You're planned to have a short break after that before you go back and continue with Chicago. If nothing happens and Harry's still out, we can talk about pushing the tour a couple of months or maybe a year. Let's wait and see.” He say and I feel horrible. Pushing the tour a year? The lads will hate me for that.

“Okey, that sounds good.” Liam say and the other lads agree.

“Great, I'll make it happen. Talk to you guys soon.” Simon says and his face disappears from the screen.

“I'm sorry about this.” I say to the lads, seeing their sad faces on the screen.

“Don't be. We get it. I don't know what I would do if it were Perrie.” Zayn say, shaking his head. Lou gives the illusion of getting a shiver through his body, probably thinking what if it were Eleanor. I was just about to say something when the door to the little room I was in opens and my mom comes through it.

“You have to come.” She says out of breath. My breathing stops before I realize that she is smiling. Has Sofia woken up? My mind is racing, but my body is still.

“What is it?” Lou ask from the computer, clearly they heard my mom. My mom takes a step into the room, looking over my shoulder to wave at the lads.

“They are taking the tube out.” She say turning to me. My eyes pop open.

“She can breath on her own?” I whisper, feeling in total shock. Why am I so shocked? I should be yelling with happiness. This is what I've been waiting for.

“That's a good sign right?” Liam say to us but I've totally forgotten about them now. I stand up and rush out of the room, leaving my mom with the lads.

I almost run into the room, only to stop right inside, seeing the nurse pulling the tube out. Sofia's mom look up at me with a smile. I try to give one back to her, but I've totally forgotten how to smile. It comes out probably looking more scary that happy. My own mom soon joins me and takes my hand as we watch the nurse check Sofia's values and listens to her lungs before she walks out of the room. Sofia's still not woken up and from what the doctor has said, she still might not, but that this is a good sign that the body can do things for itself, it means that she could wake up. She will. Like I said, she just needs her time.

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Two days later and still nothing. She breaths on her own, but she hasn't shown any signals of waking up. It's getting pretty frustrating, I just want to hear her voice. I want to see her beautiful eyes and the smile on those lips. She looks better though since that tube is gone, she looks normal. Well, at least as normal as possible to be totally still. She usually moves around a lot when she sleeps, her hair a mess around her head. A knock on the door at six in the evening gets my attention, Sofia's parents just left to get some dinner. One of my favorite nurses sticks her head inside the door.

“You have a delivery.” She say and smile. What? A delivery? Here? I wonder what that could be.

“What?” I say as I stand up. She opened up the door more and I see what she has in her hands. It's a guitar case that I would recognize anywhere. I feel my heart squeeze a little.

“It got delivered here with special delivery.” She say and hand me the guitar case before she turn and leave. I stand there for a little while, confused as to why he sent this to me. I go over to the little table in the corner and but the case down on it, slowly opening it up. Inside there is a note.

Sing for her and she will wake up in no time.
We miss you. Niall

I feel the tears stinging my eyes as I read the note. He sent his guitar. The love I feel for those lads are insane, they really are my brothers. That he sent his own guitar is amazing, it usually was hard to tear him away from it. I put the note down and pick the guitar up, feeling the weight in my hand before I take it over to the chair beside the bed. It had been a while since I played. I wasn't good, but I could play a little, the most basic to make a song, Niall had learned me a lot. I tried out the sound with an a minor and it sounded good. I played a little tune, mostly playing around. After a couple of minutes I looked up at Sofia from where I sat beside her.

“You will recognize this one.” I say before I start to play how long will I love you by Ellie Goulding. The song she played and sang so beautiful on that piano so long ago. It feels like an eternity since that night.

I play and sing some of our songs also, that I know she loves. Then her parents get back and I don't want to have a show or anything, so I put the guitar away. They don't stay too long, they both look pretty tired. I know I am, but I still feel like I need to be here beside Sofia. I can doze a little in the chair if I have to. Now I have the guitar though, so I can occupy myself with that if I get bored. My mom is at the hotel, she was pretty exhausted too.

It's about ten at night when I am sitting with my phone, checking responses from Simon's statement about me not coming to the shows this week. I see something move in the corner of my eye and I look up, but Sofia is sound asleep beside me. I shake my head, I'm probably too tired, now I've started to see things. I gaze back at my phone when I look up by a sudden movement of her hand. My eyes popping open with surprise. My heart start to beat fast against my chest as her hand continues to move and I see her eyes fluttering open, looking around in panic. I stand up to hover over her, stoking my hand over her head. The heart monitor is peeping crazy as her heart is racing by the panic.

“It's okey, love. I'm here.” I say calming, trying to soothe her. She looks over at me with incomprehension and a scared expression, before she looks around the room and then back at me.

“h..h-h...” She tries to speak but her voice is so dry and low. I shush her.

“I'm here! It's okey, you don't have to speak. You're okey.” I say, smiling down at her. She's awake. My love is awake. Finally! It feels like I can breath again, my lungs filling up with air that hasn't been there for a while. I smile big at her.

“W-who are y-you?” She says in a broken voice, looking at me with big eyes. My heart stops and my smile fades.

Notes

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