The New Boy

When I heard that beep, my heart dropped. "No!" I screamed as loud as I could. "No! No! No! No!" I repeated. Doctors rushed in. Someone picked me up. I started kicking and screaming like a toddler.

"Katie, it's me. Please calm down." Liam whispered in my ear. Doctors crowded around my dead fiancé while Liam held my back against his strong chest. I stopped screaming and kicking. "I'm gonna put you down." He said slowly. Not as slow as Harry always talked. I'm gonna miss his deep, raspy voice and the way his mouth moved so slow when he talked.

Liam set me down. I slowly backed into the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. I buried my head into my hands. I heard people talking but it felt like they were speaking another language. It made no sense. I felt someone pick me up again and they sat me down on a bed.

"Katie." Liam said. I didn't respond. I couldn't if I tried. Why can't they leave me alone? "Katie." He repeated a couple more times. "I know you're upset Harry died..." He started and I whimpered at the mention of him. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't shut everyone out like you did when your parents died. Talk to me." He said.

I looked up at him. "Get out." I whispered.

"Why? Katie I'm trying to help." He sighed.

"Please. Leave! I don't want you here right now. Please just leave me alone! My fiancé just died, I'm so sorry I don't feel like talking!" I screamed. He looked down and started playing with his fingers.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and got up and left.

I sighed and ran my fingers threw my hair. He's gone. He's really gone. This isn't like the time where he left because Ashton threatened to hurt me. This isn't like the times when he was in comas. This isn't like the time where he would have late nights at work. He's not coming back this time. And that hit me hard. I laid back. I guess after hours of staring at the ceiling I got so tired of sobbing and thinking about him, my brain decided to go a sleep and dream about all the great memories that Harry and I shared.

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"Katie Horan?" Someone tapped my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked up at the news.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm fine now. I'll go home." I lied. I don't want to go home. I don't really want to exist without Harry really.

"No, no dear you're fine." She smiled. "We have some good news." She said. What? What could possibly be good?

"What is it?" I wondered.

"Right after you left the room, we were able to revive your husband." She said. I gasped.

"Can I go see him?" I stood up.

"Yeah. He's sleeping. He's actually doing better." She said and led me back into the room.

"Thank you so much." I smiled. she left and I slowly walked towards Harry's bed.

"Harry." I whispered. He quietly groaned. I swear I had the biggest smile ever on my face. "Harry it's me." I said and sat down in the chair next to him.

He opened his eyes and turned his head towards me. "Hey." His voice cracked but he had the same stupid big smile on his face.

"You asshole." I joked.

"I'm sorry I died." He laughed. I kissed him hard.

"I love you so fucking much." Harry whispered then kissed me again.

"I love you. So much. How are you even alive or able to move?" I cried.

"I don't even know but I'm grateful. Why are you crying?" He smiled and wiped one of my tears away.

"I love you so much it hurts me." I admitted.

"I love you too." he whispered.

"Never let go." I begged.

"Never again." He promised.

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