Me, Him, Us

I almost broke his ankle and he still loves me. We had a big fight and he still loves me. I am ordinarlly amazing and he still loves me. And guess what? I love him too. My name is Angie Blight. His name is Harry Styles. This isn't only my story but ours. No not a story but a tale :)

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28. Ugly sobs

Harry’s POV from now on

Three days later.

It looked like she was sleeping. Her rosy skin was now pale, the freckles that dotted her nose and cheeks where more visible. I reached over and touched her hand, it was cold and lifeless. I look at the machine keeping her alive, it beeped at me and kept doing its job. I didn’t cry. OK that’s a lie, I did cry. A lot. But most of the time I would stare into space not thinking of anything. I was blank.

“Mr. Styles the CAT scan has just come in, we need to talk.” Dr. Reed said coming over to check IV in my wife’s arm. My wife. It’s still a strange word to me, wife.

“Will she ever wake up from the coma?” I ask in a monotone voice, I don’t have the energy to put emotion into it.

“I am afraid no…the brain swelling is too big. She has about 4 days tops. I’m very sorry. There are people waiting for you in the hall, I’ll tell them to come in.” The doctor’s shoes squeaked as he left the hospital room.

“Angie! Oh my god!” Sophie burst into the room holding Niall’s hand; she immediately replaces it with Evie’s hand. She begins to cry. How I envy her, she could cry so easily. She could let the emotions out of her system so easily.

“Harry tell us what happened.” Liam asked placing a hand on my shoulder; Lou came up on the other side of me and placed his own hand on my shoulder.

“We’re married.” I simply stated as if that was supposed to explain everything.

“But Angie never said anything about that…” Charlotte trailed on sitting beside Sophie, crying as well.

“I proposed only yesterday. We got married today in city hall, that’s when we got hit. She was driving.” Everyone stood in silence. The room door was opened with a loud bang, Alex stepped in. I don’t know if Angie and Alex made up…Angie avoided that subject which I guess I appreciate it but it made me feel left out…

“I am sorry Alex, its all my fault you have the right to pummel me.” I say standing up to the older and bigger man. He slowly shakes his head; his eyes were so sad it made me wonder if I looked just like him. I probably did.

“I don’t blame you mate, there’s not point in blaming anyone what’s done is done and there’s no turning back. Accept it.” Everyone looked at the man; he spoke such wisdom after losing someone dear to him. I wish I was like him. He’s strong.

“Do you want to be alone with her?” I ask, trying to be a man as well. He nods, his eyes never leaving Angie’s beautiful face. He loves her I realize. Does she love him? “She has up to 4 days.” I inform the crowd. They all gasped and in particular order they began to weep. Alex feel to the floor with his head buried in his hands but I stood there observing the scene. But then I follow Alex and fall to the floor and began to cry. Small sobs at first until they became ugly.

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