The room feels to heat up every second that I look at it. My eyes are warm I don't hide my emotions this time. I sit on the chair and my face falls into my hands, that catch my tears. I have no clue how long I sat in that chair crying to myself until a nurse comes in.
"This area is off limits to visitors." I look up at her and and wipe my eyes quickly.
"Sorry, I'll leave." I choke out.
I had to take a chance and ask. It was my last hope.
"Um, Morgan Watts?" I ask her stuttering. The lady at the desk nods and quickly types something on the computer. She writes something down on a paper and hands it to me.
"Have a good day." I take the paper, walking away and carefully read it.
Floor 2, room 8. ICU
I wipe my eyes, and make my vision clear as I read it all over again. What does this mean? I jog down to the elevator and click the 2 button on the panel. The big grey doors open to a pair of glass ones and I press a silver button on the wall that opens that doors for me.
Cold air hits me as soon as I walk in and I can't tell whether this place is a happy or sad one.
"May I help you?" I hear a snotty voice come from the lady on the side of me.
"Um, yes. I'm here for Morgan Watts." I say looking her in the eyes.
"What's your name, and how are related to this patient?" She asks searching Morgan's forms.
"Harry Styles, family member." I say quickly. I mean if I do marry Briana, then we're family. But I don't want that to happen.
"Ah, here we go Mr. Styles." She says handing me a visitor's pass with my name on it. I have no clue what I'm about to see. I'm absolutely terrified. What if she is worse? Or she doesn't make it.
I nod and slowly walk down the walkway and observe everything going on in here. Every door to the rooms are sliding glass, showing me everyone's conditions and their loved ones emotions.
I finally get to a room with a number 8 on it and I slide the doors away and walk in. Is this her?
"I feel bad for him. I mean what if she passed? He would be gutted." I say to Louis, who is eating next to me. He only nods and it looks like he's more interested in his phone and food than about Morgan.
"Louis!" I say hitting his arm.
"What Liam?!" He asks back.
"What happens, if she didn't make it?" I ask quietly, afraid of the possible answer.
"Mate, the doctors will do everything possible to keep her alive. And you know Morgan; if she wants something, she fights, hard." he says looking up from his phone.
"Yea, you're right. We should visit her though." I say, now looking at it; Morgan does get what she usually wants, but not in the selfish or greedy way, she works for it.
"Just call Harry. No, I'll call him and put him on speaker." Louis dials his number and puts the phone in between us both.
It rings and rings, "Comm'n Harry!" I yell at the phone.
It goes to voicemail and I shake my head.
"There was more damage internally than we expected. It was a successful surgery though. She's a fighter." the doctor tells me as I look at her broken body.
"She should be up and around in a week, but I'll explain more when she wakes up."
"Thank you, so much." I say and I give him a hug. Without him Morgan wouldn't be here today and that would hit everyone like a boulder.
"Thats my job."
"Oh and uh, can you keep the rant/screaming thing private? I don't really want my managers knowing" I ask. He nods and this man is truly a life saver.
I blink a few times to see the room I'm in. I'm laying on a much more comfortable bed but still uncomfortable from all these needles and tubes that are stuck in me. I move my head to the side to see a curly haired boy sitting in a chair with a blackout covering him.
Wrinkles cover his forehead along with some other parts of his face and I wonder what he's thinking about.
"H-harry." I try saying, but only a whisper comes out. My throat is so dry and I reach for the water but fail. I try and sit up but stop when I feel a throbbing pain coming from my abdomen. I lift the hospital gown up and see my whole abdomen and stomach covered in white bandaids and gauze. I groan at my pain and click a button, making the bed raise me up without me doing any work. Harry stirs at the sound and rubs his eyes and looks up. He looks a little boy, eyes all red and puffy with his hair going different directions. His eyes go wider at the sight of me and he smiles.
"Don't look at me like that." I say
"Why? You're alive and beautiful." He says getting up, my cheeks feel hot as I look away.
"Can I have some water?" I ask quietly. He nods and pours me a glass, soon handing to me. I drink and the cool water feels so good on my parched throat.
"Are you in pain?" He asks pulling the chair closer and pushes hair away from my face.
I nod and he responds "I'll get a nurse or someone." He quickly gets up and slides the doors and talks to someone. He comes back, with my doctor following. I smile and he greets me.
"So, lets talk about recovery shall we?" We both agree and he opens a folder and starts talking.
"So, overall, don't do any sit-ups or work outs, no strong drinks or foods like citrus or coffee and just generally be really careful. I have some medication you have to take and just some regular pain relievers. But you won't have to worry about that until we discharge you which will be in, maybe, 3-4 days."
"Thank you, really. For everything." I say and he smiles and walks out.
"Harry, we have to leave sooner." I whisper to him. He looks bewildered at my request.
"Why?! You just had surgery! You can't go, you have to stay and get better." He scolds/explains to me.
"We leave tomorrow. And you have a show the day after that. I have to leave, that's why I took this job, not be sitting on my ass all day in a hospital day." I tell him getting frustrated.
"You won't leave, and I'll make sure of that. I'll come and get you. I promise. I fly from wherever our next concert is and come and get you. You don't have to worry. I'll take care of you." He tells me, kissing my hand. I nod just for the sake of it.
"So how was the show?" I ask changing the subject.
He explains everything from the moment he leaves up until before he came, including the show. But my thoughts were somewhere else, our future. I couldn't help think of what it would be like when I'm old. Would I still be with Harry. I definitely want to be with him. No doubt about that decision. I knew from the minute I met him in that coffee shop about 3 years ago. Its just could it actually happen.
"What are we going to do?" I speak my thoughts.
"About what?" theres confusion in his voice and I don't want to say everything that could potentially happen.
"Us, our future."
"Morgan, look at me." He says taking my chin so I can look him in the eyes. "I'm so fucking in love with you its insane. I want to be with you forever, if possible. I want to marry you, travel the world with you, and have kids with you and grow old with you, anything possible I want you to be my side. I care for you, I always will no matter what we are to each other. I will protect you through anything and love you." My eyes water at everything he says. I sniff, and he wipes the tears.
"I love you too but you need to find out about the father of Briana's child. Like, in the next week or so. Thats literally the only thing stopping us, beside your engagement with her." I say playing with the rings on his fingers.
"Why did you actually propose to her, do you really love her?" I croak, afraid of his answer.
"Not in the way I do for you. She's smart and pretty, but not my type. Management mostly made me. And at the time I was depressed, I needed someone and I had no clue that I would ever see you again." He says looking up at me.
"Do you want to marry her?" I ask quietly again.
He looks at me and thinks about something and shakes his head.
"What about Tyler? Did you love him?" He asks, when he mentions his name a shiver runs down my body. How do I tell him that I only got with Tyler to get over him? Me and Tyler have dated for a really long time.
"No, I don't mean to sound cruel or anything but Tyler was there as my support you know? And I did love Tyler. I thought he loved me back too." I absolutely hated talking about him. It made my skin crawl.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asks out of the blue. I laugh quietly.
"I would love that." I smile at him. He smiles back and his dimples show. I can't get over them and his cheeky smile or the way his eyes sort of crinkle when he truly smiles.
"Right now though." I nod and smile back and he leaves to get food.
"Alright, I didn't know what to get you that is soft and something you actually like so I bought everything that sounded good." He tells me setting down everything on the table. I laugh at him.
"Thanks." I pick up the yogurt and start eating until I see four familiar faces through the glass.
"Morgan!" Liam says loudly and walks into the room with the rest of the boys trailing behind. They all kiss me on the cheek and Niall gives me flowers saying they're from all of them. We sit and talk for about an hour until Paul comes in the room.
"God boys! If you remembered, you have an interview in less than an hour! Stop drooling over Morgan and lets go!...Now!" He tells all of them. They slump in their chairs and I laugh and tell them they can come later. They all leave and Harry is the last one. He plants a soft kiss on my lips and I missed his lips and the taste of them.
"Harry, mate!" Paul says waving at me to come back so we can talk.
"Stop, right now. If someone got a picture of you and Morgan together or kissing, your in deep shit. And we'd have to deal with it." I roll my eyes.
Once we get out of the doors fans swarm us and guards pull them away letting us get into the car.
My phone begins to ring and I answer it without looking at who's calling.
"Harry, its Briana. I have the results back."
A/N: This chapter is a little bit on the long side! I'll update soon, but I'm trying to get through the book so I can get to the 'real' parts and plot and what not and everything. But as always enjoy.