Harry's point of view

It was 2015 now. Approximately 4 moths ago I sent my gf's body to her parents and I hadn't heard anything from them since the New's Eve, when they called to wish me all the best in the following year. That really broke my heart, how anything could be good when she was so far away from me.
Maybe I should've called, but I was beyond scared and terrified, all I wanted was for her to wake up and be with me, forever.
My birthday was nearer and nearer by every day, and the tour was about to start, how I was supposed to go through that alone, how to move on and live without her.
This life couldn't be worse, and for God's sake, I wished for my birthday wish for her to wake up, no matter the consequences, I was ready to take them all together, on my shoulders.

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Harry gf's point of view

This new life seemed so ridiculous to me, nothing ever made sense. Zayn was different, Liam either, and the rest of the band I hadn't seen this few days. I did really struggile with these two, and I couldn't manage to figure out what the heck was happening.
From time to time, I would hear strange voices, that reminded me of my mother's and father's, at times like this I would get really upset, and grumpy, so afterwards I'd end up having trouble with either Zayn or Liam.
Whenever I brought up anything from the past I got punished, that was how they communicated with me, and I couldn't fight back, on the one hand because I loved Zayn so much that I wasn't able to hurt him, and on the other hand because they would always overpower me.
Today was different, I never felt this alive in a while, I was looking forward to this day and I had no clue why. Perhaps, this nightmare here in the dark world, in every way, had come to an end. Harry might have found his way here to save me. Hopefully.
Lying peacefully on the rocking-chair, I unintentionally fell asleep, it was so easy and soft, as if something slowly drew me away.
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Voices, voices and voices, couldn't they realize that I was sleeping.
Could you be a bit quieter?
I frustratedly opened my eyes, figuring out that I was in my room, my child's room, where all my wishes were born, and most of the tears were shed. The room where I'd been happy and myself, not some famous girl that hooked up with her bf's best mates, just in case she didn't miss the opportunity.
Oh, it all came back to me in a split of a second, every single moment in my life.
-Sugar-candy?
My mother, appallingly stared at me, her face pale, hands shaking.
I jerked in a bed, straightening myself up, my hands removing the sheets and I was ready to get up.
-Where's Harry?
I blunted out, still sitting on the bed since a great dizziness hit my head.
Somehow, very rarely and unexplained I had a feeling of Zayn and Liam as a dream, like everything that had happened with two of them was just a dream, part of my imagination.
Thank God!
-Harry's fine, but you are awake, that's the most important thing in the world.
My mother's voice sincerely jolted me emotionally, she would never say anything like that about Harry, basically nothing in this particular situation.
-It's been so long!
My father exclaimed while entering the room.
I smiled gently, and they both hugged me firmly.
I felt extremely well that day, except for a little headache that was the consequence of being in a coma for a few months. But I had talked to my doctor, since my parents had insisted. He said I'd be fine, and told me some names for the pills I needed to take so mu condition wouldn't get worse.
My happiness couldn't be described, I have never been this excited about life, but now it seemed like I learned my lesson. I'd been given a new opportunity to live, that was the most amazing feeling in the world, you couldn't know until you sense it on your own skin.
The whole day I'd been so anxious, I wanted to call Harry, but every time I'd mention that to my parents they would say I should wait, or put it off 'til the next day. They'd been suspicious and got me worried about what might have happened to him.
What if he had found a girl, and that was the reason my parents were so sceptic whenever I mentioned calling him?
I was sure the last thing they desired for me to be heartbroken, especially after this trauma about being in a coma and stuff.
My guts were twisting themselves, making me nervous and sick. My parents never left my room, thinking of the worst, but I couldn't bear it in their minds that since I woke up, and feeling great, nothing bad could happen, even the doctor had claimed the same. But no, they were stubborn, looking after me like I was a little baby.
However, I'd already started planing going back to London, it was Harry's birthday in two days, I must have not missed that. We had our rituals for our birthdays, and I didn't want to miss it, it meant too much to me.
But I missed Zayn's birthday. Holy shit! I wondered how he was doing, was him alright. I would definitely call Harry and Zayn once my parent leave me alone in my room, if they ever realize I needed some space and rest.
Somewhere around dinner, I was alone in my room. Having checked that no one was in the sight, I decided to first call Harry.
My heart race immediately jumped, I swore I could feel every pound in my chest. So I took a deep breath and dialed the number, nothing bad could happen, I had to chill my ass out.
First, second, third, fourth rang, I kept on waiting, and kept, and kept until the deal was cut off by itself, it was ringing 'til the end. Now I was sad, so so so sad and devastated, my baby hadn't heard the phone.
I decided to try later, maybe he was taking a shower or had something important, who would know.
Then, I rang Zayn, if he still had the same feelings he would be thrilled when he heard me.
The connection was made and it started ringing, I knew he would answer, something deep inside me was telling me that he would.
-Hello?
A female, not so pleasant voice to me was heard. I lapifed in a place, I lost my shit instantly.
-Hello? Is that a manager for the wedding?
A manager for the wedding??? SERIOUSLY???
Brokenhearted I hung up the line, swimming in an ocean of my tears.
I wished I could've choked on them, I should've never woken up, ever.
Tough luck of mine.

Notes

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