Broken Crystals

When Crystal collapses in the middle of the road after another beating, headlights are the last thing she sees. She wakes up in a strange house, surrounded by five strange boys. She refuses to relax around them or be herself. But can the one Irish boy with the beautiful blue eyes show her what it means to be loved and fix her cracks?


76. Not himself

Harry's POV

We all stand in silence as we watch the 2 ambulances carry away Susie and Calla. Niall was comforting Crystal who was still weeping into his shoulder hysterically. I sit on the edge of the pavement; my hands in my hair. I keep expecting to wake up next to Susie, safe and warm. 
Please let this just be a horrible dream. 
I feel a pat on the back and look up to see Liam.
 It's not a dream. 
"Harry, do you want to go to the hospital?" 
I nod silently. He helps me up and we walk solemnly over to the others.
"We're going to drive to the hospital. Zayn, you go in your car with Crystal, Niall and Perrie. Me, Dani, El, Lou and Harry are going in my car. Okay?" Liam tells everyone his plan. There's murmurs and nods, but still no one speaks. I swing open the driver's door and climb in.
"Harry," Liam comes up to stand in the way before I close the door.
"Don't you think it would be best I drive mate?" He says with a raised eyebrow and sad look. I nod slowly and climb into the back seat with Lou and El either side of me. They keep talking but I can't hear the words; all I can think about is Susie. After what feels like an eternity we arrive at the hospitals A&E unit. All 9 of us fly through the swinging double doors and Niall races to the counter alongside Crystal. I take a seat on a chair; If it was bad news, I didn't want to hear. Niall was at the counter talking to a woman in blue overalls before he thanks her and walks over hand in hand with Crystal, to where the rest of us were sitting. Tears were streaming down his face.
Oh my god.
My breath catches in my throat.
It couldn't be happening.
It wasn't meant to be like this.
We were meant to spend the rest of our lives together. 
"They're okay!" Crystal exclaims; happiness shinning in her eyes. We all erupt out in screams of joy. 
"Well, not okay. They said stable condition. We can go see Calla!" My smile quickly fades from my face.
"What? What about Susie?" Niall walks over to me slowly. He sits next to me and speaks in a quiet voice.
"She's fine mate, but she's been rushed to a specialist; just to be sure. They said she'd be out soon." He pats me on the back before going and embracing Crystal. The happiness I was feeling a moment ago was gone. I know they said she was alright, but they always say that. 



Niall's POV

We all begin walking down the hall to where we were instructed Calla's room would be. 
"384, 385," I count the room numbers as we all follow the long hall down. 
"386, 387." We all come to a stop outside of the door and I turn around to face the others; Crystal's small hand gripped in mine. I ask the others queitly if they could just give me and Crystal a moment.
"Of course, mate! Go see your little girl." Louis smiles. I smile back at him before opening the door. We step inside and my heart falls in my chest at what I see. 
She's lying there in her cot-bed, her short blonde curls framing her face like a halo. Her bright blue eyes snap open at the sound.
"Muma, Duda," She croacks; voice coarse. 
It breaks my heart. 
The only 2 words she knows.
 And it sounds like its taking up all her energy to say them. This was supposed to be a fantastic day; her first birthday. Now we'll always remember it; but for entirely the wrong reasons.


Crystal's POV


"Crystal?" Perrie calls softly, the door to the hospital room opening slightly.
"Hey," I mumur, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I had been trying my best to fall asleep but it was impossible. I had too much on my mind. 
"How are you feeling?" She creeps over to the chair where I was sat and hands me a polystyrene cup from the hospital cafeteria full of tea.
"Thank you," I take it and let the warm liquid run down my throat before answering.
"Just the same, I guess." I say, in reply to her question.  She sighs and slumps onto the window sill beside me. We were in one of the family rooms that they had reserved for us; down the hall from where Cee was.
"Any news?" She asks, sorrowfully. I shake my head sadly.
"No. The only thing they've told us is that she's having breathing difficulties. The fact that she had them when she was first born is why they're so concerned." I run my hand through my hair and sigh.
"I hate it, Perrie. No one's telling us anything," I trail the rim of the cup with my thumb aimlessly.
"She'll be fine," Perrie says with a comforting smile before yawning suddenly. 
"What's the time?" She asks, taking another sip of tea. I check my phone screen which was cluttered with messages and missed calls from people but I couldn't bring myself to answer them just yet.
"Ten to midnight," I reply and she nods.
"Where's Niall?" Her eyes scan the room. It was just us in here; everyone else at home for the night. Susie had been allowed home after two nights in the hospital but Harry had remained keeping a sharp eye on her. He wasn't letting her out of sight.
"On a walk," I reply, looking out of the window.
"He keeps doing it a lot lately. I guess it's his way of clearing his head." I wonder aloud.
"He's not really been himself lately, has he?" Perrie says, sadness filling her tone. I shake my head in reply.
"None of us have," 

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