Harry's POV:

Minutes start to feel like hours, and hours start to feel like days as I sat in this bloody waiting room alone. It feels like any minute, her doctors are going to crash through the doors and tell me she's gone. Lucky for me, her parents are stuck in traffic 45 minutes away so I have some time to relax alone before I take the blow.

"Harry?" Zayn's voice filled my ears and I looked up to meet his eyes. He wasn't just crying, he was sobbing.

"Mate..." I stuttered, unsure of what to say. I think I'm miserable, but this is his best friend since he was a kid. I can't even imagine what he must be going through right now.

"Is she gonna be alright? I shouldn't have left her alone--" He stammered running a hand through his already disheveled hair. Within a few moments, the quiet emergency room was shaken by an exhausted looking doctor entering the room. Riley's doctor.

"Are you Harry Styles?" He asked, taking the seat beside me. I gave him a quick nod and Zayn rushed to stand next to the doctor.

"Riley Cutler is our girl... She's gonna be alright, right?" Zayn croaked, more begging than asking.

"Boys, we did everything we could--"

"Don't say it! Don't tell me my best friend is gone because I swear--" Zayn began shouting, pacing back and forth. I had no words, just patience which was starting to run thin.

"I'm sorry, but she is in a coma. We don't know when she will wake up or if she will. The amount of pills she swallowed disrupted her brain activity..."

"No." I whispered, shaking my head.

"But she can wake up, right? Tell me I'm right!" Zayn begged, now on his knees.

"It's possible." The doctor said calmly. He placed a hand on my back which made me realize that I was now sobbing too. "Stay strong boys, Riley is gonna need lots of prayers and positive energy in order to wake up." He sighed.

"When will she wake up, if she does?" I asked, barely making any sense.

"It could be minutes, hours, days, weeks, even months. We really never know." He gave us a weak smile. "I've got to figure out where the parents are... Thank you both for being here for Riley. You can go in and see her one at a time if you'd like." He suggested.

"You go." I croaked out to Zayn. He deserves to see her, I deserve nothing.

"Thanks." Zayn whispered, immediately following the doctor to her room.

I sat down on the chair, slumped into the chair and cried. I cried so hard my body started to go numb. I can't live without her. She brings the best out of me, knows me better than anyone else... I can't let her go thinking I'm a monster.

I'll tell Eric you're sorry, ok?

Those words played back in my mind over and over. I truly am a horrible person, and I can't help but love her to pieces.

"Harry?" A squeaky voice choked out my name from the hospital doors.

Riley's little sister Joni, distraught and afraid collapsed into my arms.

This is a nightmare, and I feel so guilty.


Riley's POV:

"Am I dead? Did it work?" I asked no one in particular. Why am I in a dance studio? My hands grazed across the ballet bar and I smiled at myself in the mirror. This is my heaven!

"You're not exactly dead yet." A male's voice chuckled across the room. I whipped my head around to a handsome guy leaning against the wall and smiling at me.

"Who are you, and where am I?" I gasped, more confused than ever. The last thing I remember is laying on my bed and falling asleep... and my phone call to Harry.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Eric." He smiled extending a hand. I reluctantly reached out to grab his, but there was nothing there but air.

"The Eric? Harry's Eric?" I asked confused. "Where did you say we are?"

"I didn't say." He smirked. "And yes, I'm 'Harry's' Eric." He laughed a bit.

"I don't understand... What am I doing here?" I asked a little frustrated.

"Well you have to decide. Are you going to live or die? Door one, or door number two?" He asked with a euphoric voice, and two doors appeared in front of me. Door number one was a like a mirror of some sort, and door number two was bright white and glowing.

"Is door number two where I can die?" I asked with a twisted sense of hope in my voice.

"You already tried to do that and you were almost successful... Why did you do that, Riley?" He asked, stepping in front of me. I avoided eye contact for a moment but was some how drawn to look into his eyes.

"Everything was shit in my life, that's why." I groaned settling a hand on my head. "Why are you here anyway? I feel like if I wanted to die the first thing I would want to see in this sort of mind state would be--" I was cut off by my first puppy JJ entering the room through the bright lights door.

"JJ!" I squealed pulling him into my arms. "Isn't everything better on the other side?" I asked Eric, kissing my puppy whom passed away when I was eight.

"Do you really think things will be better if you just give up? That's real mature of you." He chuckled, mocking me.

"I'm sorry sassy pants, didn't you also commit suicide?" I fired back at him.

"Touche." He laughed. I don't know why we're making a joke about this, him killing himself. He seems to be fine with it.

"Exactly. Besides, look how happy I am now that I'm dead!" I squealed, picking up JJ and twirling him in the air. Damn I missed this dog.

"You're happy that you're dead, but how does everyone else feel?" He asked me.

"I'm sure they're already celebrating. No more stress for my parents Joni and Zayn, no more embarrassment for my school and no more hassle for Harry." I tried to make sense of my reasoning.

"Do you really think they're better off? And by the way, you're not dead. Only me and JJ are." He smirked snapping his hands and making the dog disappear.

"Eric!! Bring him back." I whined, starting to do some dancing around the room. Is it twisted that I love it here?

"Stop messing around, Riley. Door one, or Door two?" He asked, clearly agitated.

"Two." I replied firmly.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked me, shaking his head.

Am I sure? "Well you were sure about it, weren't you?" I asked a bit confused.

"Hanging myself from a rope didn't give me much choice... however finishing off a bottle of pills and calling a knight and shining armor moments before death leads to a choice." He laughs clapping his hands.

"Are you implying that I didn't want to die?" I scoffed at his outrageous comments.

"Just stating the facts, love."

"Well like I said, they're better off without me." I said for what seems like the one hundredth time.

"Give me 10 minutes to convince you otherwise." He asked while I made my way over to the door handle of door number two.

"Why should I?" I sighed shaking my head.

"Don't you think you owe me for what your boyfriend and his friends did to me?" He gave me puppy dog eyes. Ok, this kid has a weird sense of humor... I guess dying makes people happier?

"Fine, 10 minutes." I groaned sitting down criss cross from him. "But bring JJ back." I gave him a small smile.

"10 minutes." He nodded.

Let's hear it.

Notes

If you're a little confused, the Riley POV is Riley in her head during her coma. It's kind of like a between life and death state of mind.

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