His Other Side

Haley has been bullied since 6th grade. So as she enters the 12th grade, she is just ready to end it all. But then a handsome, geeky plot twist named Marcel Styles totally changes her life forever. But she soon starts to notice some odd behavior in her new friend. Does Marcel have a dark secret? Will Haley discover something in him that she never imagined?


36. We're Through

*1 Week Later*

Harry still hasn't woken up from his coma. And he isn't making any good progress. If anything, it's getting worse. His breathing has become really shallow. And his heart rate is low.

I was just sitting there in the chair that I had barely moved from. I was as stiff as a rock. Beep...beep...beep. The machine echoed through the nearly empty room. The boys have been taking turns spending time with me. Although they tried to talk to me, I almost never responded. It was Niall's turn. He was on his phone. I had my face buried in my hands, slowly drifting to sleep.


My head shot up and I looked at Harry. "Nurse! Nurse!" Niall cried. Nurses and Doctors ran into the room. They all crowded around Harry's bed, pushing me away. I was repeatedly shaking my head. "No, no, no, no, no..." I said over and over. Niall embraced me in a hug. I pulled away. "Please, Harry! No! Don't leave me! No! Please!" I cried.

A few seconds later a nurse approached me. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we've lost him." she said to me. I felt my legs disappear from under me. I fell to my knees. Tears spilling out of my eyes. Harry was gone. And I could never get him back.


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"Haley! Wake up! Are you okay?" Niall asked. I opened my eyes. My face was wet from tears. I looked over at Harry. He was still laying there, his chest slowly rising and falling. I sighed with relief. It was just a dream. "I'm fine." I sighed.

Niall wrapped his arms around me. I still had a tight grip on Harry's hand. I had almost never let it go in the past week. And I wasn't planning on it any time soon. "Please wake up?" I begged one more time. Nothing. I sighed and cried some more. "It's okay, love. He'll wake up soon." Niall told me. I just looked at Harry's lifeless body again. I sure hoped he was right.

Niall walked back over to the couch and sat down. A tear fell off my face onto Harry's hand. I was looking down at my shoes when I felt him squeeze my hand. My head shot up at him. Did that really happen; or was it just my imagination?

"Come on. I know you can do this. Wake up." I whispered. I felt him squeeze my hand again. He could hear me. I smiled and squeezed his hand back. 'Come on, Harry.' I thought. 'Please wake up. Please. Please. Please.' I heard him groan and he moved his head. "He's waking up!" I said excitedly. Niall ran out of the room to get a doctor.

I stood up and looked at him. I squeezed his hand one last time. A few seconds later, his green eyes fluttered open. "Harry!" I whispered. He looked at me and smiled weakly. The doctor ran in. "Is he awake?" he asked. He walked over to Harry. "Can you talk?" "A little." Harry said, his voice sounding very hoarse.

Happy tears filled my eyes. The doctor asked him some questions, making sure there was no memory loss. There was none. He ran a few tests on him. Everything was going great. "I'll be back in a few minutes with the results of this blood test." the doctor said happily, walking out of the room.

I went over to Harry. I grabbed his hand and held it tightly in mine. I leaned down and gently kissed him, making sure not to hurt him in any way. I pulled away and smiled. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded. "I am now." I said. He smiled and pulled me down to kiss him again. It was so good to kiss those lips again.

I told him what happened to me. The doctor came back when I was done with my story. "Well, it looks like everything is perfect! Except for your arm and your leg, of course. But we have a wheelchair for you. No crutches. We don't want you to hurt your arm any worse." he said while a nurse brought in a wheelchair. "Just rest for a while before you go anywhere." the nurse said. She and the Doctor left.

Niall and the rest of the boys rushed in the room. "Harry!" Louis cheered. They all ran up to him and gave him hugs. We all talked for a while before helping Harry out of bed and putting him in the wheelchair. "You okay?" I asked him before pushing him out of the room. He smiled and nodded.

We brought him out to the car. We all got in and drove to our house. We went inside. We all just sat around and talked. About just...stuff. We started talking about Jacob kidnapping me again.

"H-He raped me." I stuttered. Harry's face lost all it's color. "What?" he whispered. I nodded and looked at the ground. "I didn't know until he told me. I was unconscious when he did it. So I have no clue what he did to me." We all sat in silence for a long time. Not really knowing what to talk about. There was just nothing to say. Nothing.


*6 Weeks Later* ~Sorry about the big time jump :3~

"I can't wait to finally get these things off my body." Harry groaned. We were at the doctors office waiting for him to get his casts off. Ever since he got them on, it's been like taking care of a child. Always needing your help with some stupid little problem. It's not his fault, though. So I don't get mad about it; although it can be pretty aggravating at times.

The doctor came and took off his casts. "Yep. Look's like your all healed." he said, taking one last look at his arm and leg. I helped him stand up. He wobbled a bit before getting the hang of standing on both feet evenly again. We thanked the doctor and walked out to the car.

"How about we go celebrate?" Harry suggested. I laughed and we drove to a restaurant. We walked in and went to a table. "I'm gonna go get a drink." Harry said, standing up and walking over to the bar. I just sat there, staring at the menu for quite some time. I eventually got bored and went to the bar myself.

I stopped cold when I saw Harry. He was with a girl. Flirting with her; making her laugh, pulling her in close. I felt the anger burning inside me. She left him. I walked up to him. "What the hell do you think your doing?!" I snapped. He jumped and his eyes widened. "Erm...I...well." he sputtered. "You were flirting with her!" I spat. "I was not!" he snapped back. "Yes you were! Making her laugh, buying her drinks. And you had your hands all over her!" "I did not!" he yelled. 

Just then that blonde slut appeared behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Can we go now, baby? You promised me some fun." she said smirking. I slowly shook my head at him. "Go have your fun." I said. I took the ring off my finger and shoved it in his hand. "We're through." I stormed out of the restaurant and to the car. I started it and drove off. The tears were streaming down my face. I pulled out my phone and called Niall.


"Niall, it's Haley. You're in England right now. Right?"

"Yeah. I'm staying with a friend in right outside of Cheshire. Is something wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it now. Can I come over?"

"Of course, love. I'll be here."

"Thanks. Bye." 

I hung up and drove to the house. I quickly got out. Niall was already waiting outside. I ran up to him. I crashed into him and he wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face into his chest. "Shh. It's okay." he cooed.

He walked me over to a porch swing. We sat on it. He held me in his lap. "What happened?" he asked. I forced myself to stop crying. Harry wasn't worth crying over. "Harry and I went to a restaurant and he went to the bar. And I saw him flirting with this blonde chic. I confronted him about it and that girl came up and was like 'Can we leave now, baby? You promised me some fun'. I gave Harry my ring and told him we were over." I explained. I was crying again.


Niall's P.O.V.

I hated to see her cry. It made me upset. "I'm sorry." I said. She deserved so much better than him if he treated her like that. He may be one of my best mates, but he should know better than to play with a girl's heart.

I kissed the top of her head. "It's okay." I whispered. She shook her head. "No. It's not okay. I loved him and he didn't love me." she said through tears. "I'm sure he loved you, Hal. He just made a mistake." I told her.

"I thought he was, you know, different. I've seen people go through break up's like this. I always thought 'that will never be us'. I'd never been loved up until meeting him. Now I feel not loved again." she said. "You shouldn't feel that way. Because you are loved." I said. "Yeah? By who?" she asked, sounding doubtful. "Me." I whispered.

She looked up at me. I started to lean down. Our lips met. They moved perfectly in sync. She moved so that she was facing me. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her passionately, making sure she knew that I meant this kiss. We pulled away.

"Don't ever say that your not loved, Haley. Because I'll always love you. Whether your dating Harry or not." I said. She smiled lightly. "I love you, too." she whispered. Yes! Maybe I have a chance! She sighed and continued. "But I just broke up with Harry. I need some time before I go into another relationship." My heart sank. But I understood where she was coming from, so I didn't complain. "I get it." I said.

We sat in silence for a while. "Can I stay here tonight?" she asked. "Of course." I said. I stood up and brought her inside. My friend, Ryder, was sitting on the couch, stuffing his face with chips. "Ryder, this is my friend, Haley. Haley, this is Ryder." I said, introducing them. Haley waved a little. Ryder smiled and waved back.

"So you're the one that's getting married to Harry, right?" he asked. I gave him the 'shut up!' look but he didn't get the message. Haley sighed. "No. We broke up." she said, trying not to start crying again. "Aww. I'm sorry, love." Ryder said, going back to his chips.

"Is it okay is Haley stays the night?" I asked. "Yeah. That'd be cool." he said, his mouth full of food. Him and Haley really hit it off. Every time she'd start to feel sad, Ryder would say or do something totally stupid to make her laugh. It was working quite well.

"Well, I'm going to bed." Ryder said after a while. "Me, too." I said yawning. I started to lay down on the couch. "What are you doing?" Haley asked. "There's only two beds." I told her. She smiled and stuck out her hand. I took it and we went upstairs to the bedroom.

I let her wear one of my shirts as pajamas. We both climbed into bed. She scooted up close to me. I held her in my arms. I sang to her until she fell asleep. I took one last look at her. She looked so peaceful. I kissed her cheek. "If you only knew how much I truly love you." I whispered. I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Then I closed my eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.

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