Starting Fresh

Keaton is now 18 and has almost forgot about her summer romance with Harry styles. But almost is never enough and things always end up coming back to you

***self harm is included in this story***


12. hospital visits.

Harry's POV.

I didn't understand why the boys would be with Keaton...were any of them dating? That really hurt to think about, so I let it drop. I still missed Keaton. Even after all this damn time. She's probably forgotten about me by now. I miss her still.

She looked so different. She looks like she's been through a lot. And man. She's so skinny. So skinny I could mostly likely see her bones if she wasn't covered in clothing. Not that I was thinking like that.

Once the boys rushed off to follow Keaton and her friend, I was getting suspicious. So I followed them. Can you blame me? I followed them until they came across her friend again. She was frantic and had a scared look on her face. Where was Keaton?

I watched as they all rushed into some college dorm rooms. I waited for about 5 minutes. An ambulance had arrived and I was getting worried. Who was hurt? Within the next 5 minutes I saw Keaton being rushed out on a stretcher covered in blood.

Thinking back to our past I checked her wrist. I really wish I hadn't. I saw 3 gashes. Was she trying to kill herself? Did I drive her to this? I couldn't live with myself knowing I caused her death.

I saw her friend and the boys rush out next. Her friend got in the ambulance with her and the boys hurried to their car. Liam's. I followed them. I had to.

Once at the hospital I got out of the car slowly and followed them in.

Keaton's POV.

I awoke to a beeping. I tried to move. Nope. I couldn't see either. What is this? If I'm dead, death is not what I was expecting. I'm not sure I can live with this forever. Wait. The beeping. Sterile smell. I'm in a hospital! Shit.

I tried to remember what happened but all I know is that I went to the park with Deni and Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn.

I was aware of someone holding my hand. I needed to know who it was. The hand was too large and rough to be Denis. It had to be a mans. It didn't feel too dry though, so they mud be young. I've learned that the older a man gets, his hands continue to get dryer and dryer. Gross.

Again back to the person holding my hand. Hmm...I couldn't smell. I thought I began to see a change in my vision. Finally. But everything went black again.

This went on for what seems like forever. I could never speak, see, or smell...but I could feel and hear. This made no sense. The same hand came back a few times. I heard Deni talking to me, I even heard the boys sing to me a little. It was nice.

At last I opened my eyes slowly, not wanting to take away the image. It was dark, but I could still see clearly. I tried to move my fingers and they twitched. "H-hello?" I croaked. Deni came running up from a chair "Keaton! Oh my god your awake!!" She hit my nurses button and handed me a glad of water which I thankfully took an gulped down. "Uhm. long wa-was I..was I..asleep..for?" I tried. She looked at me sadly. "4 days." My jaw dropped. "4 days!?" Wow. The nurse then came in and asked me how I was. I just looked at her. "Really?" She nodded and told me I could leave tomorrow.

"Deni?" She looked at me and smiled. "Yes?" I didn't really know what to say. "Uhm. Why am I here? What happened?" She looked at me weirdly "you really don't know?" I shook my head side to side. She explained the park and how...Harry...came. I ran off. She found me in the bathroom. Wrists bleeding. Almost dead. I lost a lot of blood. Almost too much. I was lucky. Man.

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