They Don't Know About Us
The imperfections
“We’re almost there, babe. Just a little while more,” I begged his face was blur under my tear-filled eyes.
Harry grunted in response. A painful, heart-wrenching grunt. A new set of tears threatened to spill. I tightened my grip on his hands, as my eyes scanned his bruised eye, broken nose, bloody lip. And the constant flow of blood that seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt. The red an odd contrast to the white on his shirt. Harry’s face was white with pain and exhaustion.
That stab was meant for you.
“Would you fucking drive faster?” I yelled, my voice hoarse from all the tears that constricted my throat.
“An-Angel,” my anger and frustration vanished as Harry called out for me in his beautiful voice.
“Yes baby?” I whispered, just the sight of his face made me want to burst in tears, and it was all because of me.
“I-I love y-you. Al-always,” his voice was barely above a whisper.
“I love you too.”
“No m-matter what,” he continued, holding my fingers in a death-grip.
“No matter what,” I repeated, a tear slipped from my eyes, I shut my eyes, swallowing the tears. Like I’d done so many times, but Harry read me like an open book, and I’d never been able to hide my fears, secrets or tears from him.
“Rem-remember that alwa-ys, Angel,” he whimpered.
And like lightning it struck, what he meant. His green eyes slowly dropped.
“HARRY!” I cried out.
This couldn’t be the last time I saw his emerald orbs. It couldn’t be the last time I saw his beautiful dimples carved in his perfect face. Not the last time, he wiped away my tears with a gentle caress. Definitely not the last time his eyes lit up when he called me his ‘Angel’.
The car screeched to a stop. Liam and Zayn carried Harry into a big, white building. Eleanor and Perrie wrapped me in a hug, snivelling softly. But I couldn’t cry. I had to stay strong for Harry. I wiped away a stray tear, and pulled away from both the girls. My feet guiding me, instead of me guiding them. It was like I knew where Harry was, an invisible tether binding us together.
Before I knew I was sprinting towards the hospital rooms: 342, 343,345… I ignored the stares and comments from people.
Finally, I spotted Zayn and Liam standing stiffly against a wall.
“H-harry?” I panted.
Zayn snapped back to reality, steadying my shoulders.
“He’s in surgery,” Zayn pointed to the room in front of us.
I turned on my heels--but before I could reach the door Liam pulled me back. He apologetically shook his head. I wanted to cry out in agony. But instead I gave him a tight-lipped smile. I leaned against the wall, and then my legs gave out, I fell on the cold marble floor. I bit my lip harshly, drawing blood out of it, as I tried desperately not to cry.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Zayn asked kneeling in front of me, his eyes were bloodshot. He’s always been the most protective protective of Harry.
I turned away, not trusting myself to speak. Zayn sighed lightly before sitting beside me against the wall. I shut my eyes, willing the tears away. But they wouldn’t go away.
“You know, you can cry, right?” Zayn spoke softly, “It doesn’t mean you’re weak, you’ve just been strong for too long.”
A strangled sob escaped my lips, and that was all it took for the tears to flow out. Zayn pulled me in a hug, and my tears soaked his shirt.
“Sc-Scott, he wan-wanted t-to k-kill me, but H-harry too-took th-e stab,” I whimpered not being able to speak clearly.
“I-it should’ve been m-me,” I cried my hands clutched at my sides.
It’s all because of you. You’re just a selfish bitch, you let him take the stab. You don’t deserve him, you don’t deserve anything. You deserve to die. NO! you deserve to live a miserable life. You deserve to live a--
“Lexi, honey!” I turned around to face Anne.
I wanted to drown in a river of guilt.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“Oh, sweetie! I’m not angry with you,” she said softly.
“But, because of m-me. Harry’s i-in th-re,” I replied helplessly. Or did she not know, that all of this was my fault. My fault that I couldn’t be the perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect girlfriend. My fault that Harry, the love of my life, was perhaps dying in there in place of me.
“I would’ve been mad at Harry if he hadn’t protected you. Have faith, Lexi. He’ll be fine,” I was too surprised to say anything, “And remember, avete l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle,”
I’d learnt enough italian to know what she meant. You have the love that can move the sun and other stars. I hugged her tightly, as fresh tears formed in my eyes.
“Thank you,” I whispered in her ear. She patted my hair softly.
“Lexi, are you okay?” I nodded numbly, as Gemma pulled me in a hug.
“Hey, Harry is the strongest person I’ve known, and he has something worth fighting for,” she smiled affectionately at me, “Stay strong,” her voice was barely a whisper, then she quickly turned away, but I had noticed her glassy eyes already.
“Lex, go and get your wounds checked,” Louis spoke hoarsely from behind me. I turned around to face my brother. And I drowned in fresh guilt, once again. Louis, the boy, I had rarely seen without sassy remarks and cocky smiles, looked older for once. His eyes were red, exhaustion evident in his blue eyes. The last time I had seen him like this was when he saw me cutting for the first time. I’d promised I would never ever make him cry, after that. but did the same thing again. Seeing him like this broke my already broken heart.
“I’m staying here,” I whispered, turning away, not being able to bear the sight of my older brother, so broken.
“Lex,” he said, the tiredness in his voice made me flinch.
“After Harry wakes up,” I whispered.
He sighed, but before he could continue, the doctor walked out of the door. Zayn jumped to his feet.
“H-how’s Harry?” I asked, my eyes shut tightly in anticipation, as my fingers found their way to the puzzle piece, that rested on my chest.
L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.
Harry grunted in response. A painful, heart-wrenching grunt. A new set of tears threatened to spill. I tightened my grip on his hands, as my eyes scanned his bruised eye, broken nose, bloody lip. And the constant flow of blood that seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt. The red an odd contrast to the white on his shirt. Harry’s face was white with pain and exhaustion.
That stab was meant for you.
“Would you fucking drive faster?” I yelled, my voice hoarse from all the tears that constricted my throat.
“An-Angel,” my anger and frustration vanished as Harry called out for me in his beautiful voice.
“Yes baby?” I whispered, just the sight of his face made me want to burst in tears, and it was all because of me.
“I-I love y-you. Al-always,” his voice was barely above a whisper.
“I love you too.”
“No m-matter what,” he continued, holding my fingers in a death-grip.
“No matter what,” I repeated, a tear slipped from my eyes, I shut my eyes, swallowing the tears. Like I’d done so many times, but Harry read me like an open book, and I’d never been able to hide my fears, secrets or tears from him.
“Rem-remember that alwa-ys, Angel,” he whimpered.
And like lightning it struck, what he meant. His green eyes slowly dropped.
“HARRY!” I cried out.
This couldn’t be the last time I saw his emerald orbs. It couldn’t be the last time I saw his beautiful dimples carved in his perfect face. Not the last time, he wiped away my tears with a gentle caress. Definitely not the last time his eyes lit up when he called me his ‘Angel’.
The car screeched to a stop. Liam and Zayn carried Harry into a big, white building. Eleanor and Perrie wrapped me in a hug, snivelling softly. But I couldn’t cry. I had to stay strong for Harry. I wiped away a stray tear, and pulled away from both the girls. My feet guiding me, instead of me guiding them. It was like I knew where Harry was, an invisible tether binding us together.
Before I knew I was sprinting towards the hospital rooms: 342, 343,345… I ignored the stares and comments from people.
Finally, I spotted Zayn and Liam standing stiffly against a wall.
“H-harry?” I panted.
Zayn snapped back to reality, steadying my shoulders.
“He’s in surgery,” Zayn pointed to the room in front of us.
I turned on my heels--but before I could reach the door Liam pulled me back. He apologetically shook his head. I wanted to cry out in agony. But instead I gave him a tight-lipped smile. I leaned against the wall, and then my legs gave out, I fell on the cold marble floor. I bit my lip harshly, drawing blood out of it, as I tried desperately not to cry.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Zayn asked kneeling in front of me, his eyes were bloodshot. He’s always been the most protective protective of Harry.
I turned away, not trusting myself to speak. Zayn sighed lightly before sitting beside me against the wall. I shut my eyes, willing the tears away. But they wouldn’t go away.
“You know, you can cry, right?” Zayn spoke softly, “It doesn’t mean you’re weak, you’ve just been strong for too long.”
A strangled sob escaped my lips, and that was all it took for the tears to flow out. Zayn pulled me in a hug, and my tears soaked his shirt.
“Sc-Scott, he wan-wanted t-to k-kill me, but H-harry too-took th-e stab,” I whimpered not being able to speak clearly.
“I-it should’ve been m-me,” I cried my hands clutched at my sides.
It’s all because of you. You’re just a selfish bitch, you let him take the stab. You don’t deserve him, you don’t deserve anything. You deserve to die. NO! you deserve to live a miserable life. You deserve to live a--
“Lexi, honey!” I turned around to face Anne.
I wanted to drown in a river of guilt.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“Oh, sweetie! I’m not angry with you,” she said softly.
“But, because of m-me. Harry’s i-in th-re,” I replied helplessly. Or did she not know, that all of this was my fault. My fault that I couldn’t be the perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect girlfriend. My fault that Harry, the love of my life, was perhaps dying in there in place of me.
“I would’ve been mad at Harry if he hadn’t protected you. Have faith, Lexi. He’ll be fine,” I was too surprised to say anything, “And remember, avete l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle,”
I’d learnt enough italian to know what she meant. You have the love that can move the sun and other stars. I hugged her tightly, as fresh tears formed in my eyes.
“Thank you,” I whispered in her ear. She patted my hair softly.
“Lexi, are you okay?” I nodded numbly, as Gemma pulled me in a hug.
“Hey, Harry is the strongest person I’ve known, and he has something worth fighting for,” she smiled affectionately at me, “Stay strong,” her voice was barely a whisper, then she quickly turned away, but I had noticed her glassy eyes already.
“Lex, go and get your wounds checked,” Louis spoke hoarsely from behind me. I turned around to face my brother. And I drowned in fresh guilt, once again. Louis, the boy, I had rarely seen without sassy remarks and cocky smiles, looked older for once. His eyes were red, exhaustion evident in his blue eyes. The last time I had seen him like this was when he saw me cutting for the first time. I’d promised I would never ever make him cry, after that. but did the same thing again. Seeing him like this broke my already broken heart.
“I’m staying here,” I whispered, turning away, not being able to bear the sight of my older brother, so broken.
“Lex,” he said, the tiredness in his voice made me flinch.
“After Harry wakes up,” I whispered.
He sighed, but before he could continue, the doctor walked out of the door. Zayn jumped to his feet.
“H-how’s Harry?” I asked, my eyes shut tightly in anticipation, as my fingers found their way to the puzzle piece, that rested on my chest.
L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.
Notes
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