Shadows *complete*

They were five. They were at the top. Until that day, two years ago. Five became three.
They never understood what had truly happened. Until that day, two years too late.
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37. Room 438


"What if we throw water on her?" a sentence echoed in my ear, soon followed by laughter and another voice swearing."Are you dumb or what? I shall throw water on YOU if you keep talking nonsense."

Those voices... they sounded like Gemma's and Niall's. But that couldn't be possible, could it?
I could only hear them. Everything was black and I couldn't guess where they were. Nor where I was. What had happened? And how come I could still think and hear people talk? Dead people aren't supposed to do that, are they? Maybe I was a ghost then.

"Why are they all sleeping? I wish I could sleep too!" what seemed like Niall's voice exclaimed while laughing slightly.

"Zayn, punch him in the face so he'll sleep and we'll finally be able to have peace!" If it was Gemma, I was sure she would have rolled her eyes and smirked when talking.

But if I was a ghost, then it meant I should be able to see. Well, I guessed so.
I tried to open my eyes but only managed to blink for a short second. My eyelids were so heavy!

I kept on trying and after a while, I managed to keep my eyes open to look around me. The light hit me straight away and it felt like I had become blind. I could barely distinguish the figures around me and everything seemed to have turned white.

"She's awake!" Niall's voice yelled suddenly and this time, I thought I had become deaf.
I heard Gemma mumbling something to herself.

"How do you feel, Scarlett?" she then asked me. I slightly turned my head toward her and waited to see her more clearly. My eyes got used to the light and now could see her smiling weakly as she was sitting on a chair right beside me.

"I didn't know being dead could hurt that much." To my surprise, she burst out laughing.

"You know, being alive can be more painful!" And she winked at me.

Alive? I was alive? No. How could I have survived? Paul just had to shoot me down as I couldn't have fought back.

"And believe me, Scarlett, I know how painful it is to have been shot in the shoulder!" Niall added after Gemma. So I wasn't dead? But what had happened?

I tried to look toward Niall but the pain in shoulder was too hurtful and I couldn't bear it a single second. I winced and cursed loudly. "It could have been much worse. So we can say you have been lucky," Gemma told me.

"I don't understand... what happened?"

An awkward silence followed my question and everyone seemed to look down at his hands. No one answered me.

"What happened to make them change their minds?" I repeated and waited.

Leaned against the wall in front of me, Zayn took a deep breath and, without looking up at me, replied, "Liam died."

Even though my shoulder hurt, I made my best to sit up and stare at him, agape.

"Liam? But..." And then I remembered. I remembered the gun shot before everything went black. I remembered Liam refusing to kill me. But after that, Paul truly didn't speak the words I thought I had heard, did he? Liam betrayed Paul and Paul killed him?

"There was nothing we could do to save him. Paul didn't miss his target and Liam collapsed before even having the time to understand what was happening." I look more closely at Zayn and saw his eyes were all red from crying.

"Then, to sum it all up, Louis went mad at Paul."

"And he killed him?" I cut Gemma off as she had carried on after Zayn. She shook her head. "Paul threatened to shoot Eleanor down if Louis didn't kill you. And while Louis was thinking, Niall killed Paul with Liam's gun."

I turned my head to look toward Niall, who was lying in a bed beside mine, but all I could see was his back.

I was about to speak but Niall was faster, "don't say anything, please." He sounded serious and bitterness was audible in his voice. "I don't want you to judge my acts. I shot without really knowing what I was doing. I don't deny what I did but the situation was so tensed. Louis might have wanted to kill us but he remained an old mate and I don't hate him like he hates us. I knew what he would have chosen because Eleanor was his life. But we can't blame him. We can't blame him for being in love."

Niall didn't turn around but even if not seeing him, we could all guess he was crying. His upper body was shaking feebly and his face seemed to be half-buried in his pillow. Out of us all, Niall had lived the worst situation.

"And then, we called the urgency and they brought us at the hospital. Harry and you had lost lots of blood so they started healing you as soon as they arrived at the house."

At the sound of his name, anxiety overran me and I shouted, "he's fine, isn't he? Tell me he survived! Is Harry alive?"

Gemma stood up and walked closer toward me, "he is. His wound is deep and serious but he survived."

Unable to control myself, I let the tears flow down my face. Harry was alive. I felt so relieved. I thought his injury was too deep and that it would be too late for him no matter what but he had survived.

"Where is he?" I managed to stutter through my tears.

"He's resting in another room."

"I have to see him. I need to see him right now!" I threw the blanket away and started to get out of bed but Gemma stopped me before my feet could touch the floor.

"You need to rest, Scarlett. You are not in the state to walk for now." I shook my head and tried to push her away.

"I don't care! I won't rest as long as I haven't seen him breathing and healthy myself!"

Gemma was about to reply but at the very same moment, a nurse walked into the room.

"Where do you think you are going, young lady?" she sounded friendly but she surely wouldn't let me walk away.

"I have to see someone! He's in another room! Please, let me go!" I pleaded. The nurse stopped at the entrance of the bedroom and shook her head, "I can't let you go. You have to see the doctor first. Only him can decided whether you can move or not."

"I want to see him as soon as possible then!" I exclaimed loudly, making the nurse jump out.

"He's coming, don't worry. He just told me to come five minutes before him," she replied gently. Maybe I was dreaming but she seemed to look rather amused by me. But I didn't care.

I decided to stay silent while waiting not to annoy the others in the room. Gemma was talking with Zayn and Niall still hadn't turned around so I had no one to talk to anyway. The next five minutes were the longest I ever had to wait but if I had to wait for years to see Harry, I'd wait.

"Good evening, Miss," the doctor spoke as he entered the room. I had to admit I had never been so happy to see a doctor. He talked quickly with the nurse before saying to me, "it won't last long, do not worry." He smiled faintly and started to make a few tests. I did what he told me to do and waited for him to finish in a rather calm way.

"The tests are over," he announced after a short while and I sighed with relief.

"Excuse me, Sir, could I..." I started to ask politely but he cut me off by raising his hand at me. He smiled weakly and said, "I know what you're going to ask me." The nurse giggled weakly behind him and when I looked toward her, she winked at me.

"You are allowed to see your friend. But don't stay too long. Your body is still weak and you really need to rest but I guess a little visit to that friend of yours can't degrade your state. In your case, it can only improve it." He smiled widely and I felt like rushing out of the room and run as fast as I could. I was allowed to see Harry!

"Good night, Miss." And the nurse and him left the room.

Without waiting any longer, I got out of bed and started to walk toward the door.

"How are you gonna find his room, Scarlett?" Zayn asked, sounding amused. I stopped and shrugged my shoulders. "I haven't thought about it yet." Gemma and him burst out laughing.

"Room 438. Turn left when in the corridor and it's the third door on your right," Gemma explained me the way and winked. I thanked her and went out in the corridor. I followed Gemma's instructions and soon found myself in front of a light blue door.

Room 438. I swallowed and moved closer toward it. I was about to press the handle when the door burst open and a tall woman walked out. Both taken aback, we stared at each other for a long while.

"Sorry, I was about to leave him alone. He's sleeping for now, just so you know." I nodded and smiled faintly.

"I’m Harry's mother, Anne," she introduced herself and a wave of sadness filled me in. His worried she must be...

"I'm Scarlett." At the sound of my name, her expression changed and she looked surprised. She stared at me for a few seconds before looking down at my neck. Harry's necklace! I had completely forgotten it!

"So you're Scarlett..." she murmured, mainly to herself. And suddenly, she hugged me but not too tight so my shoulder didn't hurt.

"Thank you for saving my son," she said in a whisper.

I burst into tears on her shoulder as I heard her words.

"HE saved me. I wished I had saved him," I said, shaking my head. But she didn't reply.
I cried on her shoulder for a few minutes before she finally pulled away and walked away, a warming smile on her face.

Left alone in front of the door, I decided to enter. I knocked feebly before walking in as he surely wouldn't answer if asleep.

I slowly moved toward the bed in the middle of the room. I could hear him snoring softly, which made me smile. The sheets were lifting slowly along with him breathing slowly.

I sat down on the chair beside his bed and moved as close as possible. He looked so peaceful. His black eye wasn't as dark as it was and he seemed to look better than earlier.

I rested my injured arm on the bed and started to stroke his hair falling on his forehead with my other hand.

Everything was over. He was alive. Just that mere thought brought a smile on my lips. He was fine and it was all that matters.

I leaned in and kissed his forehead. But as I moved backwards, I noticed him looking up at me with a smile on his face. I gasped with surprise.

"I could get used to being woken up that way," he muttered, winking.

"I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It doesn't matter. I would have been mad at whoever had waked me up but you. I really felt like seeing you ever since I woke up." He smiled widely.

"How do you feel?" I inquired, changing subject.  He shrugged his shoulders.

"Alive, I guess. But they gave me so many medicines that I don't feel my leg anymore." I laughed.

"What about you?"

I shrugged my shoulders as well and replied, "I don’t know. I'm so surprised to have woken up that I think I can say I'm fine." He chuckled.

A silence followed but it wasn't awkward. But I needed to break it.

"Harry, I'm s..."

"Ssh... don't finish your sentence." He placed his hand on my mouth. Then, he leaned on his other elbow to lift himself up a bit.

"I know what you're going to say. And I don't want to hear you say those words again. We're alive. Everything's over. So we have to stop thinking about it. You can't go back in time to start it all over again. It's too late."

My eyes locked with his green ones, I simply nodded.

"I know what you blame yourself for but you had no choice. And I don't blame you for what you did. Yes, you trapped me and I got caught because of you. But you tried your best to save me afterwards. And that's all that matters." He removed his hand away from my mouth but I didn't talk. I started to cry. Again. I had told myself I would stop crying many times but I never stopped. I felt so weak, unable to control my feelings.

"Why are you crying?" he muttered, looking surprised. He placed his hand on one side of my head and wiped my tears away with his thumb.

"I don't even know... We're alive. I just can't believe it. You survived."

"Yes, I did. I survived thanks to you." He made a short pause, "I survived for you."

And he leaned in, his lips locking with mine as he kissed me softly.

"I don't want to be away from you ever again, Scarlett." His forehead against mine, I stared at him and nodded.

"Stay with me," I muttered and he kissed me a second time as an answer.

He took my hand in his and squeezed it tightly. He rested his head back on his pillow and just looked intensely at me, smiling. I rested my head on the mattress too and soon dozed off to sleep, his hand still holding mine.

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