DARKER DESIRES
CHAPTER 22: No Harry, No Life
Jessica’s P.O.V
I sat on the edge of the hospital bed waiting for them to get my discharge papers. Mom came swarming back into my room “Here you go, sweetie” She handed me my cup filled with small crushed ice. I took small sips; I wasn’t that thirsty I just wanted to see Harry. “Um, how’s Harry?”
Mom sat down beside me putting aside the question. “How long have you known this boy?” Her voice sounded disappointed. “For about 4 months or more or less, I don’t know can I see Harry?” She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “Do…you love this boy?” I shrugged mom’s hand off my shoulder and got up from the bed. I paced back and forth in front of the room door. “Mom, why are you asking me this? This is awkward”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I mean I only met this boy twice or three times and he’s already keeping you out late, making me think you guys…..” “Oh gosh mom gross!” I rubbed eyes, trying to push the images out my head. “Mom, actually when I came home you were gone and I couldn’t go anywhere so Harry took me….to a hotel”
“A hotel?! Have you lost your mind Jessica Collins, that boy is just going to chew you up and spit you out. And who’s going to be the one to pick up the pieces?”
“Not you! This is different mom, Harry might set off as a bad boy but underneath he’s the most sensitive man you will ever know, he has feelings too like everybody else”
“So you think you have all the answers sweetheart huh?” She got up and walked near me, she crossed her arms. “The only answer Is that I’m not leaving Harry account to your feelings, Now since were done here can I go see my boyfriend?”
Mom’s face changed to sadness. “Did Harry have um, family members?” I thought back to his childhood and everything he’s told me. “N-n no just me why?”
“Sweetheart, the dagger that was impaled in Harry’s heart….he bleed to death. There was no heartbeat that came from the monitor” Mom moved closer as my heartbeat started slowing down. “So what are you saying mom! No, you’re not saying…”
“Harry’s…….dead” my eyes waved with tears; I collapsed to the floor my heart was on edge this can’t be happening. What’s the reason of living? He had a life, a life he didn’t choose but a life that he was stuck with and he was in the dark and he didn’t want this if those blood thirsty sucking dush bags wouldn’t have bit him he would be normal….like me.
“Honey I’m so sorry, don’t cry….it hurts more if you cry” Mom grabbed me into her embrace on the floor. “Sssshhh, it’s okay” She rocked me back and forth in her arms. “I want to see him”
She rubbed my head, trying to calm down my feelings. “He’s in the morgue sweetheart” That word “Morgue” made it sound like it was the end, that my world was going to crash and burn and I’ll never find happiness again. “I don’t care” I yanked myself out of her arms and ran or the door, I ran down the hallway to the front desk. “Where’s um….is Styles, Harry Styles here?” The lady quickly typed up his name. “Are you family?” I hate lying to authority but technically, okay no “Yes, his s-sister” She double checked the screen. “I don’t see--…” “I’m his long, long lost sister, so I shouldn’t be in the computer”
She lingered her judgmental stare on me, she knew something was up but rather go back to her explicit phone call on the phone then care. “Room 137” I ran for down the hall not even thinking about saying thank you. I ran pass elders, people who were in wheel chairs, people who were half dead almost knocking them over. “125….130…132” I turned a corner fiercely, anything that was in my way was either on the floor or I pushed out the way.
“I37!” I yelled it out like a victory chant. My hand hovered over the handle, why be scared Jess, he’s not there. I opened it and walked straight in, I grabbed my hand over my mouth. The once white crisp sheets were stained with dried dark red blood; the floors which were once clean were dotted with spots of red. Just to see something that came from Harry’s body splattered everywhere is horrifying.
I walked over to the sheets, whimpers were escaping my throat. I quickly turned around as I saw mom out of breath, gasping at the door. She gradually walked into the room, she wasn’t that impress by the blood like she saw this before. “Oh…honey….I told you that he’s in the morgue. You shouldn’t have come sweetheart” She leaned her hands on my shoulders. “Mom…Ana…..then Harry? Why is this happening to me?” She rubbed my shoulders up and down slowly. “Sometimes the worst things can happen to the most amazing people, you can call it Karma or you can say life’s a bitch”
My breathing stuttered I was hesitating if I should speak what’s in my mind. “I-I loved him mom” She leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Now what do you know about love?”
I briefly touched the sheets; the dried blood still had some spots with liquid. “It’s when that person makes your heart skip a beat without you knowing. It’s when you can’t take your eyes off that person, no matter how hard you try. It’s when the little things count more than the big things” She kissed my forehead once again. “You know what I learned when your father died?” She brushed the strayed hair out of my face. “That when you love something, you have to let it
go….and if it comes back then it’s meant to be. In your case Harry is not coming back and you have to accept the fact that you’re going to have to move one. You’re going to have to grow up, get married and be an adult.”
“But you can’t forget your first love”
“I know, I know….but hopefully you won’t remember like the lady off of the Titanic but…” we bust out in laughter. “But seriously sweetheart, you’ll find somebody who sparked your heart just like Harry”
She grabbed my arm, and guided me towards the door. “Now let’s go see if they have your discharge papers” I gave a tight smile.
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Harry’s P.O.V
I was in the dark; I was beyond cold and shivering. I wasn’t able to move, come on move body! Nothing, nothing moved. I felt like I was in a deep sleep and couldn’t wake up, I felt lonely – the only voice I heard in my head was mine, it was scary. I couldn’t see the bright white light that everybody talks about, I can only see darkness.
So is this hell than? Is the new red black? All this lonesome made me Miss Jess more than ever, even my whore of a mother and drunk of a father anything to get me out of this loneliness. I can’t be dead, seriously I’m a fucking vampire, I’ve been one since I was little there should be some spell or I should be able to heal of some sort. I hate, I mean really hate to admit it, but I need Louis right now he could get me out of this.
I sat on the edge of the hospital bed waiting for them to get my discharge papers. Mom came swarming back into my room “Here you go, sweetie” She handed me my cup filled with small crushed ice. I took small sips; I wasn’t that thirsty I just wanted to see Harry. “Um, how’s Harry?”
Mom sat down beside me putting aside the question. “How long have you known this boy?” Her voice sounded disappointed. “For about 4 months or more or less, I don’t know can I see Harry?” She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “Do…you love this boy?” I shrugged mom’s hand off my shoulder and got up from the bed. I paced back and forth in front of the room door. “Mom, why are you asking me this? This is awkward”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I mean I only met this boy twice or three times and he’s already keeping you out late, making me think you guys…..” “Oh gosh mom gross!” I rubbed eyes, trying to push the images out my head. “Mom, actually when I came home you were gone and I couldn’t go anywhere so Harry took me….to a hotel”
“A hotel?! Have you lost your mind Jessica Collins, that boy is just going to chew you up and spit you out. And who’s going to be the one to pick up the pieces?”
“Not you! This is different mom, Harry might set off as a bad boy but underneath he’s the most sensitive man you will ever know, he has feelings too like everybody else”
“So you think you have all the answers sweetheart huh?” She got up and walked near me, she crossed her arms. “The only answer Is that I’m not leaving Harry account to your feelings, Now since were done here can I go see my boyfriend?”
Mom’s face changed to sadness. “Did Harry have um, family members?” I thought back to his childhood and everything he’s told me. “N-n no just me why?”
“Sweetheart, the dagger that was impaled in Harry’s heart….he bleed to death. There was no heartbeat that came from the monitor” Mom moved closer as my heartbeat started slowing down. “So what are you saying mom! No, you’re not saying…”
“Harry’s…….dead” my eyes waved with tears; I collapsed to the floor my heart was on edge this can’t be happening. What’s the reason of living? He had a life, a life he didn’t choose but a life that he was stuck with and he was in the dark and he didn’t want this if those blood thirsty sucking dush bags wouldn’t have bit him he would be normal….like me.
“Honey I’m so sorry, don’t cry….it hurts more if you cry” Mom grabbed me into her embrace on the floor. “Sssshhh, it’s okay” She rocked me back and forth in her arms. “I want to see him”
She rubbed my head, trying to calm down my feelings. “He’s in the morgue sweetheart” That word “Morgue” made it sound like it was the end, that my world was going to crash and burn and I’ll never find happiness again. “I don’t care” I yanked myself out of her arms and ran or the door, I ran down the hallway to the front desk. “Where’s um….is Styles, Harry Styles here?” The lady quickly typed up his name. “Are you family?” I hate lying to authority but technically, okay no “Yes, his s-sister” She double checked the screen. “I don’t see--…” “I’m his long, long lost sister, so I shouldn’t be in the computer”
She lingered her judgmental stare on me, she knew something was up but rather go back to her explicit phone call on the phone then care. “Room 137” I ran for down the hall not even thinking about saying thank you. I ran pass elders, people who were in wheel chairs, people who were half dead almost knocking them over. “125….130…132” I turned a corner fiercely, anything that was in my way was either on the floor or I pushed out the way.
“I37!” I yelled it out like a victory chant. My hand hovered over the handle, why be scared Jess, he’s not there. I opened it and walked straight in, I grabbed my hand over my mouth. The once white crisp sheets were stained with dried dark red blood; the floors which were once clean were dotted with spots of red. Just to see something that came from Harry’s body splattered everywhere is horrifying.
I walked over to the sheets, whimpers were escaping my throat. I quickly turned around as I saw mom out of breath, gasping at the door. She gradually walked into the room, she wasn’t that impress by the blood like she saw this before. “Oh…honey….I told you that he’s in the morgue. You shouldn’t have come sweetheart” She leaned her hands on my shoulders. “Mom…Ana…..then Harry? Why is this happening to me?” She rubbed my shoulders up and down slowly. “Sometimes the worst things can happen to the most amazing people, you can call it Karma or you can say life’s a bitch”
My breathing stuttered I was hesitating if I should speak what’s in my mind. “I-I loved him mom” She leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Now what do you know about love?”
I briefly touched the sheets; the dried blood still had some spots with liquid. “It’s when that person makes your heart skip a beat without you knowing. It’s when you can’t take your eyes off that person, no matter how hard you try. It’s when the little things count more than the big things” She kissed my forehead once again. “You know what I learned when your father died?” She brushed the strayed hair out of my face. “That when you love something, you have to let it
go….and if it comes back then it’s meant to be. In your case Harry is not coming back and you have to accept the fact that you’re going to have to move one. You’re going to have to grow up, get married and be an adult.”
“But you can’t forget your first love”
“I know, I know….but hopefully you won’t remember like the lady off of the Titanic but…” we bust out in laughter. “But seriously sweetheart, you’ll find somebody who sparked your heart just like Harry”
She grabbed my arm, and guided me towards the door. “Now let’s go see if they have your discharge papers” I gave a tight smile.
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Harry’s P.O.V
I was in the dark; I was beyond cold and shivering. I wasn’t able to move, come on move body! Nothing, nothing moved. I felt like I was in a deep sleep and couldn’t wake up, I felt lonely – the only voice I heard in my head was mine, it was scary. I couldn’t see the bright white light that everybody talks about, I can only see darkness.
So is this hell than? Is the new red black? All this lonesome made me Miss Jess more than ever, even my whore of a mother and drunk of a father anything to get me out of this loneliness. I can’t be dead, seriously I’m a fucking vampire, I’ve been one since I was little there should be some spell or I should be able to heal of some sort. I hate, I mean really hate to admit it, but I need Louis right now he could get me out of this.
Notes
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