What Does it Mean? ~ COMPLETED
Be Strong For You
Harmony’s POV
I wake up in my room with the sunlight shining threw my purple curtains. I look over at my clock and see that it’s 11AM. Wow, it must have been really late when we finally got back home. Speaking of, where is he? I look over to the empty side of the bed to see a note from him.
Harmony,
Simon called us into the studio, and I didn’t want to wake you from your beauty sleep, even though you don’t need it. I’ll be back by 5, if not sooner. Everyone’s going bowling later, but if you don’t want to go I’ll stay with you. I love you! –Harry XOXO
I smile at his thoughtful note and send him a text about later.
To Harry<3:
Just woke up. Bowling? I haven’t been in a while. Sounds like fun. C ya l8r! Love you! –HXx
I got an instant reply from him.
From Harry<3:
Awesome! The guys can’t wait to see you. I’ll talk to you later; love you too! -HXX
I fully get out of bed and, for the first time in a week, willingly take a shower. The warm water feels good against my dirty skin. Shower time= thinking time. I haven’t really been saying everything on my mind.
When Gracie died, I was reminded of other deaths. I feel like I lose too many people: my mom, dad, Gracie. I don’t want to lose anyone else. I’ve lost too many people to lose more. What did it come to for me to lose almost everyone I love? It’s like there is a mini zombie apocalypse that only kills the people I love. Probably not true, but anything to reason with this happening to me.
I finally start to feel the water get cold and turn off the showerhead. I climb out and wrap a towel around my body and another towel around my head. I make my way to my closet and get dressed in some decent clothes. I put on the necklace my mom had given me before she died. It was an anchor. She told me that as long as I don’t let others bring me down, I would survive. It may not make sense to you, but it makes a whole lot of sense to me. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=81209545
By the time I finish getting ready, it’s about 1PM. I willingly eat a nutella sandwich for lunch. A knock from the door echoes throughout the flat. I walk over to the door and greet a very concerned Zack.
“Hey, Zack,” I smiled. “Long time, no see. What brings you here?” He didn’t say anything; he just pulled me into a tight hug. I just stand there unsure of what to do. “You okay Zack?”
“I think the question is: are you okay?”
“Well, yeah. I’m okay. Harry’s helping me to pus away the past. What’s done is done you know?”
“You don’t know?” he asks worriedly.
I just look at him confused. “Know what?”
“Harry…” he trails off.
“Harry? What happened is he okay?”
He sighed and looked down. “Har, let’s take a seat okay?” He pulls me into my living room and shuts the door.
“Zack, you better tell me what’s going on right now, got-”
“Harry got in a car crash. I’m surprised you haven’t heard… He was driving with Louis, a big 16-wheeler spun out of control into their lane. It would have hit the passenger side, but Harry spun the car around. It’s all over the news.”
“What?!?! Take me to Harry! I need to see him! How long ago was this?”
“Well, let’s hurry up then. It happened maybe half an hour ago. Let’s go.”
The car ride to the hospital was tense. We didn’t talk, there was no music; it was dead silent. Please let Harry be okay. I’ll do anything as long as he’s okay. Just please let him be fine.
As soon as Zack stopped the car to drop me off, I pushed my way through a crowd of fans and reporters to reach the front. I blocked out all questions and kept my head down to reach the doors. When I finally got inside, I saw the other 3/5 of One Direction.
“Where’s Harry?” I ask them.
“He’s in ICU. He’s in a critical condition. Louis on the other hand only had a few cuts and bruises. The doctors are doing everything they can,” Zayn said. This was enough to bring a strong flow tears to my face. Zayn wrapped his arms around me as I cried louder. He can’t die on me. Everyone I love just seems to die, but I won’t let Harry die on me. He needs to be here to tell me everything will be okay even though it’s not. He needs to be here for me.
Zayn’s POV
It’s sad to see Harmony like this. She seems to lose everyone in her life. It’s just not fair.
“They’re allowing you to see Louis now,” Paul said. I nodded and I brought a sad Harmony with me to see Louis.
His face has scratches on it, and bruises from being hit against the car are visible. I can’t even begin to imagine how much worse Harry looks.
“Hey, guys,” Lou says.
“Hello, Lou. How are you feeling?” Liam asks.
“I feel horrible. If I see another 16-wheeler so long as I live, it will be too soon, and don’t even get me started on this hospital smell. It smells like dying people.”
“It’s good to know you’re okay Lou.”
“Enough about me, is Harry okay?”
“We’re not really sure at the moment,” I said.
“Oh… Well, when he is better, I owe that boy my life. Don’t worry Harmony; Harry will be fine. He’s a fighter.”
Harmony’s POV
“I hope so,” I mumble into Zayn’s chest in response to Louis. Then, Paul enters the room.
“They’ve just informed me that Harry is in a coma. They aren’t sure how long he’ll be like that though. The doctor said maybe a few weeks or a couple of months. The truck had a big impact on his side.”
“C- can we see him?” I ask.
“Yes, but I have to warn you, he doesn’t look much like himself.”
I nod and follow Paul to the room they’re keeping Harry in. I rush to his side. I grab for his hand, his cold and almost lifeless hand.
“Harry, if you can hear me, I want you to know that I love you. I’m going to be strong for you. I’ll be waiting for you to wake up. Please don’t leave me. I love you so much,” I cried.
I wake up in my room with the sunlight shining threw my purple curtains. I look over at my clock and see that it’s 11AM. Wow, it must have been really late when we finally got back home. Speaking of, where is he? I look over to the empty side of the bed to see a note from him.
Harmony,
Simon called us into the studio, and I didn’t want to wake you from your beauty sleep, even though you don’t need it. I’ll be back by 5, if not sooner. Everyone’s going bowling later, but if you don’t want to go I’ll stay with you. I love you! –Harry XOXO
I smile at his thoughtful note and send him a text about later.
To Harry<3:
Just woke up. Bowling? I haven’t been in a while. Sounds like fun. C ya l8r! Love you! –HXx
I got an instant reply from him.
From Harry<3:
Awesome! The guys can’t wait to see you. I’ll talk to you later; love you too! -HXX
I fully get out of bed and, for the first time in a week, willingly take a shower. The warm water feels good against my dirty skin. Shower time= thinking time. I haven’t really been saying everything on my mind.
When Gracie died, I was reminded of other deaths. I feel like I lose too many people: my mom, dad, Gracie. I don’t want to lose anyone else. I’ve lost too many people to lose more. What did it come to for me to lose almost everyone I love? It’s like there is a mini zombie apocalypse that only kills the people I love. Probably not true, but anything to reason with this happening to me.
I finally start to feel the water get cold and turn off the showerhead. I climb out and wrap a towel around my body and another towel around my head. I make my way to my closet and get dressed in some decent clothes. I put on the necklace my mom had given me before she died. It was an anchor. She told me that as long as I don’t let others bring me down, I would survive. It may not make sense to you, but it makes a whole lot of sense to me. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=81209545
By the time I finish getting ready, it’s about 1PM. I willingly eat a nutella sandwich for lunch. A knock from the door echoes throughout the flat. I walk over to the door and greet a very concerned Zack.
“Hey, Zack,” I smiled. “Long time, no see. What brings you here?” He didn’t say anything; he just pulled me into a tight hug. I just stand there unsure of what to do. “You okay Zack?”
“I think the question is: are you okay?”
“Well, yeah. I’m okay. Harry’s helping me to pus away the past. What’s done is done you know?”
“You don’t know?” he asks worriedly.
I just look at him confused. “Know what?”
“Harry…” he trails off.
“Harry? What happened is he okay?”
He sighed and looked down. “Har, let’s take a seat okay?” He pulls me into my living room and shuts the door.
“Zack, you better tell me what’s going on right now, got-”
“Harry got in a car crash. I’m surprised you haven’t heard… He was driving with Louis, a big 16-wheeler spun out of control into their lane. It would have hit the passenger side, but Harry spun the car around. It’s all over the news.”
“What?!?! Take me to Harry! I need to see him! How long ago was this?”
“Well, let’s hurry up then. It happened maybe half an hour ago. Let’s go.”
The car ride to the hospital was tense. We didn’t talk, there was no music; it was dead silent. Please let Harry be okay. I’ll do anything as long as he’s okay. Just please let him be fine.
As soon as Zack stopped the car to drop me off, I pushed my way through a crowd of fans and reporters to reach the front. I blocked out all questions and kept my head down to reach the doors. When I finally got inside, I saw the other 3/5 of One Direction.
“Where’s Harry?” I ask them.
“He’s in ICU. He’s in a critical condition. Louis on the other hand only had a few cuts and bruises. The doctors are doing everything they can,” Zayn said. This was enough to bring a strong flow tears to my face. Zayn wrapped his arms around me as I cried louder. He can’t die on me. Everyone I love just seems to die, but I won’t let Harry die on me. He needs to be here to tell me everything will be okay even though it’s not. He needs to be here for me.
Zayn’s POV
It’s sad to see Harmony like this. She seems to lose everyone in her life. It’s just not fair.
“They’re allowing you to see Louis now,” Paul said. I nodded and I brought a sad Harmony with me to see Louis.
His face has scratches on it, and bruises from being hit against the car are visible. I can’t even begin to imagine how much worse Harry looks.
“Hey, guys,” Lou says.
“Hello, Lou. How are you feeling?” Liam asks.
“I feel horrible. If I see another 16-wheeler so long as I live, it will be too soon, and don’t even get me started on this hospital smell. It smells like dying people.”
“It’s good to know you’re okay Lou.”
“Enough about me, is Harry okay?”
“We’re not really sure at the moment,” I said.
“Oh… Well, when he is better, I owe that boy my life. Don’t worry Harmony; Harry will be fine. He’s a fighter.”
Harmony’s POV
“I hope so,” I mumble into Zayn’s chest in response to Louis. Then, Paul enters the room.
“They’ve just informed me that Harry is in a coma. They aren’t sure how long he’ll be like that though. The doctor said maybe a few weeks or a couple of months. The truck had a big impact on his side.”
“C- can we see him?” I ask.
“Yes, but I have to warn you, he doesn’t look much like himself.”
I nod and follow Paul to the room they’re keeping Harry in. I rush to his side. I grab for his hand, his cold and almost lifeless hand.
“Harry, if you can hear me, I want you to know that I love you. I’m going to be strong for you. I’ll be waiting for you to wake up. Please don’t leave me. I love you so much,” I cried.
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