I carefully and gently knock on the door that is left a little open. Turning the door handle I see Harry. His back to me, legs dangling off the bed, staring down at a photograph. I usher myself over and sit beside him. The glass of the frame is wet, subtly i look up at him his been crying.

"She's going to be ok Harry." I try and reassure him. "She's in a coma Bella." He sniffles. "In a fucking coma." He throws the frame, lucky it doesn't break, the carpet saving it. I flinch as he stands.

"Why don't you try and get some sleep?" I suggest, he looks at me like I am dumb. "Sleep really, sleep." He huffs. I have no idea how to comfort him right now. I mean how to ease the pain when you get a phone call from you sobbing mother saying your sister was in an car accident, and the chances are slim.


With that we basically speeded the whole way to Holmes Chapel, leaving Ally with Lou and El. We went straight to the hospital and Harry just lost it. Anne, Robin and Gemma's boyfriend all by her vigil.

He paces Gemma's room, since we got back from the hospital he just came up here, I guess he feels closer to her. I pick up the photograph of younger Harry and Gemma smiling, placing it back on the desk.

"She is too young, too young, My sister." He drops his head in sadness. "Hey." I attempt to hug him, but he pushes me away. I don't take it personally. He runs his hand through his hair and bites his lip.

"I need to go out, I need to clear my head." He says almost stumbling into the wall. "Harry, I don't think that's a good idea, your a mess," I follow him.

He grabs his coat, throwing it on. "No, it will clear my head. Please. I'll be back soon." He just ups and leaves.

He can't be alone, but he needs to be. His hurting so I am hurting. I let a few tears spill in Anne's living room. I can't do anything but let him be.



I notice some dishes Anne must of left behind so I finish them off. I can't imagine what this poor family is going through, but the unity is what is going to help Gemma wake up. Poor girl Harry looks up to her so much it's a beautiful relationship they share. I have never ever met a brother and sister as close as them. I've always been secretly jealous of it growing up as an only child I guess you get used to having things your own way.

Once I finish the dishes I tidy up the house a bit. I try and call Harry but no response.


"How is she doing?" Louis asks me, I bluetooth him in the car driving back to the hospital with some snacks.

"Not goo Lou, not good." I shake my head in disbelief. "Shit, well what can we do?"
"Right now, I need you to look after Ally, is that ok?"

"Of course." I smile at my husbands best friends generosity. "Maybe in a couple days you can bring her down." I pull up at the hospital.

"Yea, let me know."
"Thanks again Lou, say hi to El and give my daughter a kiss. Tell her daddy loves her." I turn the car off. Placing the phone to my ear. "Absolutely, give my love to all."

I hang up and step out of the car and bombarded with paparazzi, preying bastards. I pull my sunglasses up from my head, and step through the monstrosity. Invading questions, the news broke pretty fast on Gemma and how Harry and I had a mysterious return to Holmes Chapel. "Bastards." I murmur


I step into Gemma's room everyone still here. I drop the basket of food on the desk and keep quiet with everyone else.

"Where's Harry?" Anne's weary eyes dart up . "He'll be here soon." I tap her back. "why don't you try and eat, I'll take over." I help her up and Robin, and Gemma's boyfriend all take the food I prepared and leave the room.


"Hey Gem." I take Anne's seat. I sigh, what am I supposed to say to her.

"You know, your brother well he. He needs you, now more than ever. His going through something that can't be identified really. He is still Harry but something is just not right. I think he just misses his sister though. So can you please wake up we all need you, your mum, Robin and Michael needs you, and your little niece needs you."


I have always admired Gemma's beauty and style she is like her brother that way. Me I'm more laid back but over the years I have learned to glam myself up a bit. Gemma laying her pale, unrecognisable won't help her recovery, I reach my hand bag and get my makeup bag out. I decide to add a little makeup and fix her up a bit, best I can being mindful I can with all the tubes.


"That's better." I smile at my work. "Now you need to wake up."

I look up at the clock and getting anxious, where is Harry? Suddenly a crying Anne comes through the door, i am quick on my feet, taking her back outside.

"Where is my boy, Harry I need him" she cries uncontrollably. "Come here honey." Robin takes her.

I grab my phone and call him.


"Shit," His voicemail. "Harry please you need to come back to the hospital now, your mum needs you, she needs her son please come back. Please." I choke.

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Harry's pov:


Numb, and detached, i run my hand through my hair, shaking my head why would I?

I am not even aware of who I am now, nothing is making sense, i don't care. But I do care I throw my shirt back on and sigh heavily.

Shit missed calls from Bella, a lot. I check my voice mail.

Fuck, shit. I am an idiot. I need to be there for my family. I hurriedly speed down to the hospital.


Why is mum sobbing? I run to her and hold her. "It's ok, I'm here mum, I'm here" I rub her back, crying into her shoulder.

Why god, why Gemma, why me, why us, why our family? Why must we always be the ones enduring hard times? My sister, my older sister, why couldn't it be me?

She is the most kindest person ever, she does not deserve this, if I could trade places with her I would. I see Bella come my way. "Where have you been?" She cries.


I don't respond, "I mean are you ok?" She cries looking up at me. I just nod, kissing her temple.


Returning into Gems room i am all alone. I take a seat. "Hey sissy." I take her hand. "Remember that time when we went to the park, I think I was five and some kid put mud on my pants and you ran over to tell me. Then you rushed home so kids wouldn't laugh at me anymore." I chuckle.

"Gemma, oh god. I am such a screw up, please I need you, your the only one who would understand." I look to the ceiling with bleary eyes. "I never told you this, but I wrote you a song."


I never told Gemma I guess it slipped my mind that I wrote this song for her.


Sweet creature
Had another talk about where it's going wrong
But we're still young
We don't know where we're going but we know where we belong

And ohhhh, we started
Two hearts in one home
It's hard when we argue
We're both stubborn, I know

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