Styling My Life

This is a Harry Styles fanfic. I'm not going to give more a summary than this: A girl. Named Hallie. One Direction.

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20. Nightmares.

~Hallie's POV~


Long story short: We all partied at the cabin and I fell asleep on the couch. As soon as my head hit the throw pillow I was knocked out. However, I did not sleep dreamless.

Janie's face appeared in front of me. It had occured to me that I hadn't been as concerned about Janie as I probably should be, but I guess I just assumed the hospital had it under control. Now I was starting to get worried. Harry and I had woken up from our comas in a day. Why was Janie taking longer?

The nightmare continued as I followed the floating Janie head down empty hallways. Then I realized I was in the hospital. The head turned left into a room. I followed her--it. As soon as I walked into the room, it disappeared. I looked around confused. Actually, the entire room was empty. The walls were all white and there wasn't a single piece of furniture or a person in the room. Other than me of course.

I blinked.

In the milisecond my eyes had been closed, the room had been restored to it's real state. The hospital tools were up and running and nurses scattered in the room, fiddling with tools and making sure the patients were okay. Janie sat in front of me on a hospital bed. Her face was very pale and she looked sickly. A feeding tube was hooked up to her from the side. A sudden thought popped into my brain. What if Janie didn't recover as well as Harry and I did? What if she has brain damage? My eyes began to water. What if she died?

I couldn't bear to think about it. I turned and left the room. I sat in the hallway and put my head in my hands. From the room I heard frantic beeping and scuffling of feet. Metal clicked against plastic trays and gloves were pulled on. I didn't want to think about what was going on in there.

Then a nurse came out to the front desk and spoke to the receptionist. "We need you to update the information currently describing Janie Howards' state of being."

The receptionist blinked and looked at the nurse. "To what?"

The nurse paused before responding slowly, "Dead."


I shot up from the couch. Harry had one arm around me and the other holding an ice pack to my head.

"She's awake!" he called into the hallway. Suddenly everyone else filed into the small living room, worried looks painted across their faces. "Gosh, we were so nervous!" he said, kissing my forehead gently. "You were sweating and screaming in your sleep."

"Was I? Goodness, what time is it?" I picked up my cellphone off the side table. "3:00 am! You all should be asleep!"

"We were worried." Zayn said, his arm wrapped tightly around Perrie's waist. She nodded in agreement.

I looked at all of them sympathetically. "Guys, you didn't have to stay up all night just to make sure I was okay."

"We had to stay up all night. We did write a song about it, ya know." Niall said smiling at Nellie. She had agreed to spend the week with us, because we were becoming pretty close friends and she had some unfinished business with Nialler.

I laughed. "Go to bed." Slowly, they all left to their respective rooms.

"So are you going to tell me what your nightmare was about, or am I going to have to coax it out of you?" Harry said looking into my eyes. I looked away. I hated vulnerability. In the long run, it was just another thing people could hold against you.

I sighed. "Do I have to?"

"No, but I sometimes find it easier to talk about my problems than keep them bubbled up inside of me." He poked my stomach and I giggled.

"It was about Janie."

He looked at me with sad eyes. "Hallie, she's going to be fine. As a matter of fact, your mother called while you were asleep to tell you she's made some movements. Small, but they did occur. It's progress!"

I nodded. "She died in my dream."

He pulled me onto his lap. "She's not going to die. Dreams, or nightmares in your case, are extremely misleading. The hospital will take good care of her." Then he scooped me up bride style. "We need to get you to a real bed." He carried me into our bedroom and plopped me on the queen size bed.

"Do you really think so?" I asked, getting under the covers.

He looked confused. "Well, I thought you would like a full night's sleep..."

"No! About Janie!" I sighed in exasperation. Men.

"Oh! Yes, I'm positive." He crawled in next to me and entwined our hands under the covers. "Without a single doubt in my mind."

"I love you," I whispered.

"To the moon and back." He whispered back, before we both feel asleep, still holding hands.


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