Changing the Past

I want to go back and change the past. What I said to Harry Styles in School was all a lie...
My name is Grace Shuatsi and I am 18 years of age. If I told people that I went to School with Harry Styles nobody would believe me. That I was not only friends with him, oh no, I was best friends. The closest friend anyone could have. But something went wrong on the night of the prom... Something which made Harry forget...

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20. Changing the Past; Chapter 20; One Dream, One Band, One Minute Late...

Louis' POV

Harry starts to furiously pump her heart. I see sweat on his for head and I rush over. I take Grace's face in my hands and look at Harry.
"You don't mind me doing this, do you?" Harry shakes his head and throws a glance at her pulse. Small hills come back un-evenly. I take the biggest amount of air in my mouth and force down on Grace's lips. I immediately feel the effects on her because she jumps up so fast I'm thrown back. Her eyes are wide open and sweat trickles down her beautiful face... Wait, what? I can't have thought that... I push the thought away and run over to Grace.

Grace's POV

I suddenly sit up violently from what feels like a deep sleep. Panic runs through me as I feel blood fill my veins. I look down at my arms and see them start to gain colour, inch by inch. My eyes trail up my arm and to my hair, which is sticky with sweat.
"Grace! Are you ok?" I hear a deep voice next to me say. I turn my head quickly and jump. Harry's face is only 10 centimetres away from mine and, even though the state I am in, my heart flutters. I see lines of worry crease in Harry's for head.
"You... You care that much?" I croak out. He moves away, throwing his hands in the air.
"Of course I bloody care for you, you nearly died!" He cries and puts his head in his hands.
"Correction. DID die, not nearly," Louis adds from my other side. Harry looks up and shoots him a dirty look. Suddenly, as if I'd been electrocuted, a memory washes over me and paralyses me for a second. My vision goes fuzzy and I can only hear Harry yell for somebody to help. What looks like a doctor runs into the room and shakes me violently so I immediately feel nauseous. But something on my lips makes me come back to reality. Harry's lips.

Harry's POV

I panic as even the doctors can't even wake Grace up. I'm worried that she might not ever come out of her paralyse/trance. Then something takes over me and I shove the doctors out the way and bring Grace's head towards mine. Our lips meet and I can feel her respond. At first it's only little but then I can tell she's snap back to reality when she kisses me back. I pull away and she stares into my eyes.
"I love you, Harry," she whispers.
"I love you too," I say and I pull her into a hug. I hear a few aw's from around me and I feel like this is the most cheesiest moment I've ever experienced but I don't care. I'm with Grace and that's what matters.

Niall's POV

I'm wandering around the hospital because Louis only just told me that Grace is in here. Everyone, and I mean everyone, is here except for me. Why do they always leave me out? Is it because I'm Irish? I don't even really know why I'm here. Louis only texted me to go straight to the hospital but he won't reply so I don't know the ward to go into. It's pretty awkward because more than five patients on beds have fainted after taking one glance at me and all the nurses are giving me the evils. I try to smile at them but they tut and shake their heads. Finally, after three attempts, I manage to say something to one nurse.
"Er, excuse me," I say to her. She turns around and I'm stunned by the beauty on her. Her hazel eyes glint in the cheap white light above us.
"Um, can I help you?" she asks.
"Er, yes I'm sort of... Lost? I don't really know where I'm going."
"Well, I'm only a voluntary nurse and I'm new so I don't really know my way around here. But I could take you to reception," she says. I nod and thank her. On the way we're in silence until she breaks it by saying,
"You know, you remind me of someone." I sigh and say,
"Yeah, a lot of people say that to me. But then the put my accent and looks together and it clicks." She takes a double take at me and shakes her head.
"No I can't seem to remember." I sigh again and say,
"Oh well, if you see the ward I want to be in-"
"OMG have you heard? Harry Styles is in this hospital right now!" she interrupts and I smirk. And then she realises. "Oh right, sorry."
"Don't worry. So you're a fan? Of One Direction?" She nods eagerly and says,
"Oh yes. Couldn't live my life without them. I've been to 1D world three times now and I'm going a fourth time when I see them in America. I can't wait!" I know she loves us and everything but I can't help but ask,
"Who's your favourite?"
"Well, it's really hard to chose. It keeps changing but I think it's Niall or Liam. Niall is so cute, funny, hot and of course, Irish and Liam's... Just perfect." She still doesn't seem to notice who she's talking to and we're next to reception now. She turns to me and says,
"And this is reception. I hope you enjoyed... Your conversation with me. Bye!" she says and turns, flicking her dark brown hair.
"Wait!" I call. She pauses and says,
"Yeah?"
"What's your name again?" She smiles a cheesy grin and says,
"Sammie. Sammie Allison." And with that she's turned the corner and is out of sight. I hope I meet her again.

(10 minutes later)

"Grace Shuatsi is dead," states the receptionist. I gasp.
"What?" She huffs like it's a big deal and repeats herself.
"Grace Shuatsi is dead. According to our latest report on her heart, she died 1 minute ago." One minute late. I am one minute late. As the fans say, One Dream, One Band, One Direction. And today they can add another one. One Minute Late.
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