Am I Still The One? (COMPLETED)

Lydia and Harry were the best of friends until Harry Left to audition for the X-Factor. For years he never contacted her, just ignored her. Now he's back, and trying to make up for what they lost. But when rumors go spinning, so does Lydia's head. Can she ever really trust him not to betray her again?


13. The Hospital Room

Harry's P.O.V.

    There she lied in the hospital bed. Tubes were surrounding her face, keeping her alive. Her cheeks weren't rosy anymore. Her freckles weren't as bright as they were before. I sat down in the chair beside her bed. She looked dead, yet still alive. Barley hanging on. I grabbed her hand, and rubbed it slightly.

    "Hey Dee," I half whispered, "Wake up." She didn't respond, "Dee, I need you to wake up," Still nothing. My eyes started to water. Soon, my eyes released the tears, spilling down my cheeks, "Dee Please..." My voice cracked. I sobbed into my hands.  Soon later, there was a knock on the door. I whipped my eyes, as the stranger let themselves in. 

   "She's alright, you know," A woman's voice said. I turned around to see a pale woman with light brown hair and brown eyes, "She's just in a temporary coma. It should only last a few days." She smiled.

   "And if it doesn't?" I asked.

   "It will," She urged, "My name is Doctor Newman. I'm Lydia's doctor for the time being."

   "I'm Harry." I said raising my hand up, then putting it down. She came over and sat next to me.

   "She hit her head pretty hard," She indicated the blue and purple swollen spot on the top right of her  forehead.

   "What happened?" I asked.

   "Well," She sighed, "Witnesses say that she was crossing the street, not paying attention to anything but her phone, and she was hit by a car. The ambulance didn't get there until ten minutes later. By then she was drifting in and out of consciousness." I kept my eyes on Lydia's motionless body. I had caused this. If I didn't go to the club, I wouldn't have been kissed. If I hadn't had been kissed, I wouldn't have been so desperate to call her. If I hadn't had been kissed, She would have answered the first time. Dr. Newman left me alone, and Nicki walked in. 

   "I'm sorry for being rude, and not listening," She said, sitting next to me. 

   "No, I understand," I said shaking my head, "Will she ever forgive me?" I asked.

   "Of course!" She said, her eyes glued on Lydia. 

   "I'm gonna stay here tonight," I announced, "If that's alright with you."

   "Uh, no!" She shook her head, "I'm not going to Lydia's house alone! I'm staying here!"

   "What if I send one of the boys with you to her flat?" I offered. She folded her arms, looking interested, "What if I asked Niall to?" He seemed like the only one able to get through to her. Before she could answer, I texted Niall and asked him to come in. No more than a few seconds, He appeared in the doorway. He appeared to be very smiley, until he noticed Lydia. His smile was gone, his head, down. 

   "Sorry," He apologized, "I mean, I knew she was hurt, I just didn't expect her to see her like . . ." He trailed off.

   "Can you go to Lydia's flat with Nicki?" I asked. Niall gave me a confused look, "I'm staying here tonight, and she shouldn't stay alone." I explained.

   "Of course I can!" Niall smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets. I gave him a smile to thank him. 

   "What about what I think of this?" She argued.

   "Come on! It'll be fun!" Niall encouraged her. She just sat there with her arms folded and a frown on her face.

   "You know, I used to be a total directioner," She grumbled, "And then I met you guys." We chuckled. No one had ever had that reaction towards us. This was brand new. It was pretty funny. 

   Eventually, Niall took Nicki to the flat, and I was alone with Lydia. The rest of the boys had gone home about an hour ago, checking up via text. I was drifting in and out of consciousness. Every time I looked at the clock, it was a different time. 9 o'clock, 11 o'clock , 3 o'clock. Finally, around 4 am, I couldn't sleep. I held Lydia's hand, stroking it with my thumb. 

   "We're gonna come out with a new song soon," I told her, "We were given it while in Ireland. It reminds me of you. Can I sing you a few bars?" I asked. After no response, I started to sing softly and slowly, "Maybe it's the way she walked, straight into my heart and stole it. Through the doors and past the guards, just like she already owned it." I felt tears start to well up in my eyes, "See, that's like you. You stole my heart, even though you've already had it." I explained. I paused before starting to sing again, "I said can you give it back to me, she said never in you're wildest dreams," I stopped singing and looked at her hand, "She's stubborn, like you." I whispered, "And we danced all night to the best song ever, we knew every line, but now I can't remember how it goes but I know that I won't forget her," I let the tears fall out. I couldn't hold it in. I just sobbed. I felt so weak without her here. I felt something run against the back of my hand. I picked my head up and looked at my hand, which was still interlocked with hers. Her thumb. It was stroking my hand. 

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