Lost

Zayn was in his car, crying. His car was parked right in front of the house. I jumped into the car and said to Zayn, “Take me to Harry.” Zayn nodded and started the car. Off we went.

“Harry’s in the hospital”, Zayn said as the tears started going down a whole lot faster, “he was driving to his friend’s house, and he got in an accident.” Zayn hadn’t stopped crying, and it didn’t look like he was about to stop anytime soon.

I still wasn’t over the fact that Genevieve had to leave, but now Harry leaving me? The thought was too much to bear. Harry was supposed to be the guy who would never leave my side, my best companion, the person who would help me through tough times. Yet now he was fighting for his life, and there was nothing I could do about it. Everything I was made up of was hoping and praying that Harry would survive the accident.

We pulled up to the emergency room, and I ran out of the car. At the front desk, I asked the lady who was there where Harry was.

The lady said I wasn’t allowed to see him. I argued with her for a minute, and then realized I had lost. There was a clipboard in her hand. I looked down at it. It read ‘Harry Styles: Room 2B’. Room 2B!

I looked around and saw a door that lead to the stair. I ran over to it, and started flying up the stairs to the second level.

“Sir—” the lady at the front desk had yelled as I had made my way to the stairs. But I didn’t care if I got in trouble. It was my mission to see Harry one last time, if this was his end. I reached the second floor, where there was a long hallway with many doors on each side. A security guard at the other end of the hallway turned and looked at me. “Hey, you!” he said and started running toward me.

I panicked. I opened the door nearest to me and jumped inside. I slammed the door shut behind me. I was breathing heavily. That was close.

“Louis?” A familiar voice said. I looked up. And there, on the bed in the room that I was in was Harry, alive. I smiled, and started laughing. In my head I repeatedly said thank you, to I don’t even know who. Harry smiled and gave a weak chuckle.

He had tubes on him that were connected to the wall, and his arm looked badly injured. He saw where my gaze had fallen and said, “Louis, I’ll be alright.” And I believed him. I had this feeling in me that I knew he was going to live through this. I just knew it. Harry wasn’t going to leave me, at least not anytime soon.

He smiled. I was just so happy he was alive, I had forgotten about losing Genevieve. But only for a second.

“If I do leave, then just remember that I’ll always live forever, in there.” He pointed at my chest. Harry’s voice had been weak, but I still understood every word he said to me. I nodded. I knew it was true. But I didn’t have to worry about it, because I had this feeling that he was going to survive.

Harry was strong. He was brave. He was kind. He was gentle. In other words, he was perfect. And there was no way in heck that he was going to leave me. No way in heck.

Because Harry was so perfect, if he didn’t live, what would happen to the band? To the fame? To the fans? They would all probably go away. And that was only one out of the bazillion reasons that there was no possible way that Harry was going to leave me.

“I know.” I said to Harry. Harry gazed into my eyes. His eyes had a look of bravery in them, but with a small tint of feat. I could sense the fear on Harry. He grasped my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed back. ‘Harry is not going to leave me. Harry is not going to leave me’, I kept repeating to myself.

Harry said, “Louis, whatever happens to me, weather I make it through this or not, don’t forget who you are. Without me, you are still Louis. Don’t forget that.” Harry gave a small smile.
Suddenly his face turned pale. His chest was no longer beating up and down. He didn’t blink; he just stared at the ceiling.

“Harry… Harry! Don’t leave me! You can’t do this to me!” I was yelling at him, and pounding on his chest. I was sobbing. I couldn’t keep the fear out of my voice. “Don’t leave me, Harry! Come back! Please, don’t do this to me...” But it was too late.

Harry Styles was dead.

Notes

Oh no!!! Genevieve and Harry have both left Louis!! What will happen to him?!?!