*HARRY’S POV*

When we finally made it into the cafeteria, we found a table while Zayn went to get coffees for everyone.

“So Harry, what’d the doctors say? What’s going on?” Niall asked as soon as we sat down.

“I’m not even entirely sure. She’s been put into a coma to let her body heal itself. And there was a really bad head injury. The doctor said there could be brain damage. I- I- jus” I attempted to finish, but my voice disappeared as the tears came again. I looked away as I wiped the inside corner of my eye.

“It’ll be okay. Just calm down. It’s okay.” Louis said softly as I closed my eyes to stop the tears. We sat there in silence until Zayn got back with coffee. He handed me a hot cup- entirely black.

“So, Harry,” Zayn said as he sat down, “what are we going to do? What’s our plan of action?” I took a sip of my coffee and thought before I answered.

“I’m going to have to call her dad,” I finally said. “That’ll be the first step.” They nodded their heads in agreement. “As for the rest of the tour right now, I don’t know. I’m not leaving her.”

“We agree that you shouldn’t, but you know that there’s going to be problems with that. People are going to be upset if you miss anymore concerts, especially management.” Zayn said- as always, playing the voice of reason. I didn’t have a response, so we sat in silence for a few more minutes until a nurse approached us.

“Excuse me, Harry Styles?” She said when she got to the table; I looked up at her and recognized the purse she had in her hands.

“Is that Lizzie’s?” I asked as I stood up and reached out. She handed it to me.

“Yes, I was told to bring you her bag, but I couldn’t find you for the longest time until I heard some girls talking in the hallway about how you all were in the cafeteria. Sorry for the delay.” She said.

“No need to apologize. Thank you for the bag.” I smiled at her as I sat back down. She turned and walked away.

I placed the purse on the table as I began to unzip the top. It was oddly unscratched, for having survived such a bad accident. I reached inside and took out her iphone. Unsure of what to do, I simply placed it on the table before I zipped her bag back up.

“Well..?” Louis questioned as he looked between me and the phone.

“I know I need to call her dad, but I’ve never talked to him before. I don’t even think she’s told him who I am. I don’t even think she talks to him…” I trailed off.

“She’s still his daughter. He needs to know Harry, no matter how uncomfortable the situation is for you.” Zayn said softly as he picked up the phone and handed it to me. I pressed the home button and smiled as I saw a picture of us pop up as the background. It was a selfie from our vacation, before everyone else got there. I know her password (just like she knows mine), so I unlocked her phone. Her inside background was a picture of her with her two best friends, which gave me an idea.

“I’m going to call Nicole and Emma.” I said, thinking aloud.

“Who?” Niall asked.

“They’re Lizzie’s best friends. They’ll know how to handle the whole dad situation.” I explained as I scrolled through Liz’s contacts for one of their numbers. Finding Emma’s first, I pressed the ‘call’ icon and anxiously listened as the line rang.

“FINALLY YOU CALL ME! How’s the weekend vacation going!?” Emma’s voice exploded as soon as she picked up. Shocked, I forgot to speak for a few seconds.

“Oh, uhm, Emma? This is Harry…” I started.

“Oh whoops hey! What’s going on? Where's Lizzie?” I could already hear the worry beginning to creep into her voice.

“I need your help. Lizzie’s been in a bad car accident.” I paused for a moment, waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t. “The doctor’s say that her condition’s stable, but still I know I need to call her dad and let him know, but I just don’t know how. What should I say?”

“Oh my god.” She finally said after a moment. “I don’t know, Harry. Lizzie never talks about her dad. They just don’t get along. I think you should just call him and let him know. He can decide if he wants to come see her or what, but he should at least know.”

“I agree, thanks. Also, I don’t know how your system works, but she’ll be out of school for a while, I assume. So, could you let someone know?” I choked on some of those words, but eventually got the message out.

“I’ll handle it. Don’t worry about that, Harry. I know you’re already worried enough. Just let me know how Lizzie’s doing; I’m going to call Nicole. I’ll talk to you later.” She said smoothly, but I could tell she was upset.

“Thank you so much.” I said before I hung up the phone. I looked around the table to Zayn, Louis, and Niall.

“Well then I guess it’s time to make a call to Mr. Braddison?” Niall said after a moment. Sighing, I scrolled through the contacts until I found him under “Dad- IGNORE.” This was going to be hard.

After ringing until the least possible second, he finally picked up.

“Elizabeth?” A stern voice said on the other end.

“No, sir. This is Elizabeth’s boyfriend.” I said, already very intimidated.

“What?” He questioned.

“My name is Harry Styles. I’m your daughter’s boyfriend. I’m calling you because Liz- uh, I mean Elizabeth has been in a very bad car accident and is now in the hospital.” He was silent for a moment, so I decided to continue. “She’s in a medically-induced coma with possible brain damage.”

“Well tell her to call me when she wakes up.” He finally said after a long pause.

“Excuse me?” I asked, shocked.

“I said, tell her to call me when she wakes up.” He snarled.

“That’s it?? Your daughter has been in a life-threatening situation, is now in the hospital in a COMA, and you don’t even think you should come see her???” I felt myself begin to lose my temper more and more. I got cautioning looks from Louis, Zayn, and Niall. “How is that even remotely good parenting?? Don’t you care about your daughter?” I took a deep breath and decided to end my rant there, before I got too carried away.

“You know nothing about me and my daughter.” He said very scarily after a pause. I didn’t know how to respond. “What hospital is she at?” He finally asked, a bit softer.

“Mercy Hospital in Los Angeles.” I said.

“California?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be there tomorrow.” He said before he hung up.

Notes

I think my next chapter is going to begin a few days/week or so in the future, so we can finally get Lizzie out of this coma, into recovery, and move on in the story. What do y'all think? Would the time-jump be okay? (like jump to her waking up)
Let me know what y'all think!