Love in Style

Ally is not your average eighteen year old girl. She loves watching chick flicks, hanging out with friends, but her past is haunting. But when she meets Harry Styles, her life completely changes. They instantly fall in love. But when someone gets in the way of their love, what will happen? What will happen when Harry finds out all her dirty little secrets? And what will happen when Ally is ill? Will the saying 'till death do us part' actually come true? *COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MY BOOK*


35. Life support and the truth

*1 AND A HALF MONTHS LATER* *HARRY'S POV* I sat in the chair that I have sat in for a month and a half now in that cold, dark room. I watched her little chest rise and fall while her breathing machine worked. I listened to the beep of the heart monitor. All the noises of the machines, all the noises I've been forced to listen to. All of these things are familiar to me and is all I really do. I rarely leave her bedside, waiting for the moment when she wakes up. I didn't want her being alone when she wakes up. The boys bring me clothes every once and a while and they visit almost every day. Her sister visits everyday and sometimes stays the night, hoping for her little sister to open her eyes. Her aunt, however, doesn't really visit that much. But that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is Ally. And right now I can't have her. The doctors said that if she doesn't wake up in half a month, they will have to turn off her life support machine. That means that she would slowly die. So we just pray that she would wake up. The doctors said if she makes it, she would have all of her memory, so that's a plus side. But I still worry about the down side. My thoughts were stopped when a nurse walked in, "I'm sorry. I just have to feed her." I nodded my head and glanced away while the nurse poured liquidized food into the tube down Ally's throat. When the nurse was done, I glanced back at Ally, her skin pale, her skinny body, and her wispy hair. I let a tear fall. It seems like I'm always crying... *NIALL'S POV* Have you ever felt the pain of guilt eating from the inside out? That's what I've been feeling since that night. It's my fault. I've I didn't go over there and kiss her and upset her, she wouldn't be fighting for her life right now. I have to get this off my chest, I have to tell Harry. Even though I know he will flip shit, I have to tell him. I drove down to the hospital, the route so familiar now. When I got there, the front desk lady recognized me and let me in. I headed up the elevator to Ally's room. I roamed down the hallway searching for her room number. 835...836...837...838...839...840. When I found 840, her room number, I took a deep breath and opened the door. I looked in and saw Harry sitting in the spot he has sat in for a month and a half now. He looked up and gave me a small, fake, smile, "Hey." I took a breath, "Hey. I, um, need to talk to you." His expression turned serious, "Okay.?" I opened the door again, "Lets talk in the hall." He followed me out there and shut the door quietly behind him, "What do you need to talk about?" I sighed, "It's my fault." He scrunched up his face, "What's your fault?" I fiddled with my thumbs, "It's my fault she is here, Harry. It's my fault she got in the accident." His expression turned to anger and confusion, "What do you mean it's your fault?" I sighed, "Don't get mad. Please don't get mad. But, I went over there that night and I, um, kissed her, she-" He interupted me, "You kissed her?! What the fuck Niall?!" People were looking at us. I sighed, "Harry, calm down. Please? Well, she pulled away and got mad. She then got upset and left, then, you know." He had his head in his hands then he pulled his head up real fast, "Go outside. I'll be there in a minute." He ran back inside the room and shut the door. I went down the elevator and outside. I was confused... And scared. I don't know what's about to happen. A couple minutes later, Harry came out, fists clenched. I started to back away, "Harry. What are you doing?!" Harry walked towards me, "Sorry mate. But, you kissed my girlfriend." Before I could say anything, he punched me in the gut. I fell to my knees in pain. I looked up and saw Harry's expression was shocked, sad, and still mad. He turned around and walked back in the building, leaving me there. Yep, I deserved that.
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