"Mrs.Styles, there is a very small chnace Harry will survive. If he does, he will suffer from severe brain trauma and most likely will not remember anything that has happened in his life."
My heart dropped from hearing his words. I couldn't cry. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I felt light headed and hit the hard floor with a loud 'THUD'. I woke up what felt like eternities later. I opened my eyes and I thought my head was about to burst open. I quickly searched for aspirin and popped them in my mouth. No one else was in the room. Just Harry and I. I walked over to him and heard the very faint beating of his heart moniter. I touched his hand and he was so cold. His face was drained of colour and he had bald spots on his head from the brain surgery. His left leg was in a cast and his right arm was too. He had scratches and deep cuts all over his body. His breathing was no longer on a pattern. I couldn't cry anymore. I had drained myself.
"Harry, if you can hear me, please pull through, pull through for me." I said weakly.
No movements. No noises. Nothing. Everyone walked back into the room and all was quiet. They knew something I didn't. I sat back down in my chair and looked through all the pictures of Harry and I on my phone. I saw one, in particular, when we were in the Bahamas. We were on the beach and happy. I suddenly was engulfed in anger. I threw my phone to the ground and it smashed into a million pieces. Everyone jumped to their seats and came over to me. I started yelling and cursing.
Male nurses busted through the door and made their way to me. The picked me up but I wasn't going down without a fight. I kicked one in the face and he fell back holding his nose.
"HARRY WAKE UP! COME BACK TO ME! HARRY!" I yelled. I saw his lifeless body one last time before I was removed from the room. He still made no movements. I suddenly knew what everyone else did too. Harry was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. They sat me in the waiting room and Kelly came out to me.
I looked at her and clenched my jaw together.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?" Everyone in the waiting room was looking at me. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT MY HUSBAND WAS GOING TO DIE! YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND KELLY! AND YOU KNEW!"
"Cause I knew how you were going to react. I knew this was how it was going to be. I didn't tell you because I wanted to save you from heartache."
"Oh! And you just wanted me to have no clue what was going on with my husband. You wanted to just wait until he died to tell me that you knew all along! What a great friend you are Kelly!" I was flailing my arms around.
"I was trying to help!" She said slowly.
"Well it didn't work." I sat down in the chair. "How long does he have?"
"They've estimated 2, maybe 3 days." She sat down next to me and grabbed my hand.
"I can't believe this." I leaned back and brought my hands to my face.
"I'm hungry." I said.
"Let's go to Nando's or something then. Let me ask if anyone else wants something."
She left the room and came back a few moments later. We walked out to Harrys Audi and slid in.
"The Range Rover is totalled." I said.
"Dang. You gunna keep the Audi?"
"Of course. It's Harrys."
We pulled into Nando's and ordered our food. We headed back to the car and got in. The car smelled just like Harry, even though he rarely drove it. We went back into the hospital and they allowed me back into the room.
"What happened?" Hannah asked.
"I lost it. I'm fine now." I replied.
We handed everyone their food and started eating. The nurse came in and checked on Harry every hour. She kept shaking her head and scribbling something down on his chart. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to his bed and grabbed the chart. It read:
'Not very well' and 'Getting worse with time.' and 'Not going to make it much longer.'
I put it down and backed away. I sat down and started breathing heavily. I couldn't believe I was going to be in a world without Harry. We were talking quietly when Harry heart moniter started to slow. I froze. I looked at him and his chest was no longer heaving with air. Alot of doctors bursted through the door and took Harry out of the room. I didn't say anything this time. I didn't blink. I didn't say a word. I just watched as Harry was taken from me again. Only silence passed the time now. We all shared looks of sorrow and diaspora. I couldn't look at anyone. I sat by myself and silently cried. I didn't even notice the nurse come in.
"Mrs.Styles, The doctor would like to see you." She said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
I took a deep breath and walked out of the door and closed it behind me.
"Ms.Styles, I really don't want to tell you this, But Harry, has passed away. We tried to get him breathing again, but...I'm so sorry."
Harry passed away. He passed away. He's left me in the world, alone. I feel like I'm back at home, and John is hurting me again. I slowly turned and walked into the room where everyone turned to me.
"He's gone." Was all I could spit out. I fell to the floor and cried like I have never cried before.
I remembered everything that happened in the past 2 days. When Liam called him.
"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CALL HARRY!" I yelled at Liam.
"I-I'm sorry." Liam looked down at his hands.
I stormed out of the room and asked the doctor If I could see Harry one more time. I walked into the room he was in and it was only us. I grabbed his hand, one last time and kissed his icy skin.
"I love you Harry. I always have, and I always will. " I brough my lips to his lifeless lips and gently pecked them. "I'll miss you." Tears were falling uncontrollably and I couldn't contain myself. Before walking out of the room and going home, I looked at Harrys cold body laying in the bed. I closed my eyes and shut the door behind me. I walked out of the hospital and got into the car. I started it up and pulled out of the parking lot. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Didn't want to see anyone. I pulled into our driveway and pulled the key out of the ignition. I opened the door and slammed it behind me. I threw the keys on the table went up into what once was 'our' room, but now has turned into 'my' room. A couple days went by and the phone was ringing like crazy. It was all over the news.
'One Direction member, Harry Styles has passed away this weekend. Hit by a semi-truck. How is Aly coping?'
I know I didn't need this house anymore. I needed to go through what I was and wasn't keeping. I was going to move into a flat, it was only me now. I put all of Harrys clothes in storage. I wanted to keep them, god knows why. I only kept his t-shirts that I could sleep in. I opened the door to go flat searching and their was candles lighting up my driveway, even though it was 12 in the afternoon. I started to cry again. Whoever did this, thank you. I weaved my way through the candles and blew them out on the way. I got into the Audi and headed into town. Their was a cute apartment building. I walked into the leasing office and took my sunglasses off.
"You're Harry Styles wife?" A lady asked.
"Yeah. I was wondering if you have any two-bedroom flats I can look at?"
"Sure, right this way."
I followed her outside and into another building. We walked up the stairs and the view was great. I heard her open the door behind me and I turned around. Right when you walk in their's a huge living room. I already had an idea of how it would be set up. Their was the kitchen to the left of the living room and it had a island in the middle, with wood floors. This place was really nice. Their was a small hallway off the kitchen and we walked down it. On the left of me, there was a bathroom. On the right of me was a bedroom. A little bit further down was another bedroom. This place was perfect.
"I'll take it." I smiled at her and we shook hands. I signed all the paperwork and she gave me the key. I went back to the house that Harry and I once shared and decided on the furniture I was going to keep. I was going to keep all the furniture that was in Harry and I's room, All the furniture in our living room. Our chairs to the island in the kitchen and the dinner table. The furniture in the guest room and the telly from the basement. I had the boys come over and help move the furniture to my new flat. We got everything in the flat and I gave the real estate agent back the keys to Harry and I's house. Everyone came back to my flat to help me with the furniture and stuff. Liam and Zayn put together the beds and Niall and Louis brought in the furniture. It was about 9 at night when everyone finally left. I sat on the couch and put my feet on the coffee table. Someone knocked on the door and I opened it. It was Liam.
"Just so you know, we've already planned the funeral and everything. Just write something to say about Harry and show up. It's thursay and the old chapel."
"Thank you Liam." And I pulled him into a hug.
I decided to take a shower. When I got out I wrote what I was going to say about Harry. I cried writing it. I cried even harder when I re-read it to myself. I looked over at my nightstand and a picture of Harry and I lay there. I kissed my fingertips and ran it across the picutre. I also needed a new phone. I decided to go get one. I put on decent clothing and drove to the mall. It wasn't as busy at night, so it's less likely someone would recongnize me.
"Hello ma'am, how can I help you?" A guy around my age turned to me, never once looking at me.
"I need a new phone, I smashed mine." I said quietly.
"Sure, what's your phone number?"
"203-747-2387" (That's a random number please don't call it)
"Alrighty, says here you're on Mr.Styles plan, is that correct?"
"Yup." I nodded.
"Okay, here are your choices, you can get the Iphone again, the Iphone 5 or the galaxy S3."
"Could I get the Galaxy please?"
I got the phone and have the same number, he was able to import all the pictures and contacts. I got in the car and headed back to the flat. I got in and it was 11. I decided to go to bed. I couldn't fall asleep, I needed Harry. I was going through my contacts in my phone and their was a name I didn't recongnize. The name was 'Trent'. I don't know a Trent. I texted the number and they texted back within seconds.
Who is this?
Obviously, but I don't think I know you, how did your number get in my phone?
I was the guy that helped you pick out your phone today.
So you put your number in my phone?
Because I thought you were cute.
You really didn't know who I was did you?
What are you talking about?
I'm Aly Styles. My husband died last week.
Oh, :( I'm sorry.
No, it's fine. But if you want, you can come to the funeral with me. Maybe I can get to know you better. Instead of you just being 'the guy who helped me with my phone' haha.
When is it?
It's this thursday.
Sure. I'll come.
Okay, cool. But I'm tired, I'm going to sleep, see you thursday.
Okay, goodnight. See you then.
I sat my phone on the bedside table and dozed off into a deep sleep.