What Does it Mean? ~ COMPLETED
Who Am I?
Harry’s POV
Where am I? I appear to be standing on a cloud that stretches on for miles in every direction. In front of me is a big golden gate, not the Golden Gate Bridge, but an actual golden gate standing in front of me. There are people talking.
“Excuse me, do you know where I am?”
“You’re at the gates of Heaven, dear,” the lady said. She has long brown hair that goes past her shoulders.
“A- am I dead?”
“No, not yet. You haven’t completely made it in, so you are stuck in between reality,” the guy says. He has familiar looking dark brown eyes. I feel like I know these people from somewhere.
“Who are you?”
“That’s not important. What is important is that you wake up, so that your loved ones can stop worrying about you.”
“And remember this: It’s not what’s up here,” the lady gestured to my head, “it’s what’s in here that counts,” she pointed to my chest where my heart would be.
“How do I get back?”
“It depends, but we must go now. Our time has come. It was nice to finally meet you. Take good care of that girl of yours.” They start to kind of disappear through the gates.
“What do you mean? Don’t leave. You have to help me!” What girl? What am I doing in heaven? How did I get here? Why did those people look so familiar? Who am I?
I don’t even know who I am. I can’t remember my parents or where I’m from. I don’t know if I have any friends. I don’t know how old I am. I don’t know if I have any siblings, or if I have a job. I just simply don’t remember anything.
Come on. Wake up! I need to know who I am, and who those people were. Wake up! I try to pinch myself to wake up but nothing is working.
“AAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” I scream. I start to run away from the gates. There are people, people I don’t know, who probably miss me. I need to get back to them, but how am I going to get back to earth, back to reality.
“Harry…” I hear a girl yelling. Harry? Who’s Harry? Am I Harry? “Harry… Please don’t go… I love you… Harry, please…”
So I am Harry, but who’s calling me. It’s probably not my mom because she sounds too young, but who could it be. I guess it doesn’t matter. This could be my way back. I run towards the voice calling my name. The gate becomes further and further away as I get closer to the voice. I run faster and faster, but I’m getting nowhere.
Harmony’s POV
I have to leave in a week whether Harry wakes up or not. I decided to have a silent day. No talking, just one another’s presence. One of my hands is holding his like usual, but the other is holding my knees to my chest. I have my head down. Harry, why won’t you wake up?
BEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP…. I hear. No, Harry. The machine that monitors his breathing is in one long beep.
“Harry!” I yell. The doctors come rushing in as well as Louis who was waiting outside.
“Prepare to clear!” the doctor shouts. Louis takes me into his arms to the corner of the room. I start to cry.
“Harry…”
“Clear!” the doctor yells and presses the thing to his chest. Harry’s body jumps up, but Harry doesn’t wake up.
“Please don’t go… I love you…”
“Clear!” the doc yells again. Once again Harry doesn’t respond. Don’t give up hope.
“Harry, please…” Louis drags me out of the room after the doctor tells us to leave. As much as I want to stay, my body is too weak to fight.
Harry’s POV
I slowly start to blink my eyes open. I see a bright light. Am I in heaven? No, there are people in this room. I’m in a hospital?
“W- Where am I?” I choke out. It hurts to talk.
“You’re a hospital. I’m Doctor Helton. You’ve just woken up from about one and a half months of being in a coma.”
“Why was I in a coma?”
“You and your friend Louis here got into an accident with a 16-wheeler. The truck had a big impact on you because it hit your side directly.”
“Louis? I don’t know anyone named Louis,” I told the doctor.
“Um… who do you remember?”
“Nobody really. I am not even sure where I live or how old I am. What’s my name?”
“Oh dear. This is worse than we thought. I’ll just start out with some basic information. Your name is Harold Edward Styles, but people call you Harry. Your mum is Anne; you have a stepfather, Robin, and a sister, Gemma. You live in London, England, but you’re from Cheshire. I’m sorry but that is all I can tell you at the moment. I’m going to go speak with your friends and family now.”
Harmony’s POV
All of Anne, Robin, Gemma, and the guys were all here. I was in hysterics having been the last person alone with Harry. Louis was holding me close still as I cried into his chest. I heard Harry’s door opening and Doctor Helton walked out. I wiped the last of my tears from my face to confirm with the doc that it’s true.
“I have good news, and I have bad news.” Good news? What’s so good about death? “He’s very much awake.” Do my ears deceive me, or did he just say that Harry is awake? Everyone else cheered. I just stood there in shock with the biggest smile on my face. “I said there was bad news too.” Everyone stopped cheering and put on straight faces. He sighed before going on. “Harry can’t remember anything. He doesn’t know who anybody is. He didn’t know where he lived. He didn’t even know is own name. Telling him everything would be a lot to take in right now, so all I have told him is that he lives in London and who his mother, father, and sister are. They are the only ones aloud to see him at the moment.”
My heart dropped 100 stories. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t know about One Direction. He doesn’t know who he is. He doesn’t know me.
Where am I? I appear to be standing on a cloud that stretches on for miles in every direction. In front of me is a big golden gate, not the Golden Gate Bridge, but an actual golden gate standing in front of me. There are people talking.
“Excuse me, do you know where I am?”
“You’re at the gates of Heaven, dear,” the lady said. She has long brown hair that goes past her shoulders.
“A- am I dead?”
“No, not yet. You haven’t completely made it in, so you are stuck in between reality,” the guy says. He has familiar looking dark brown eyes. I feel like I know these people from somewhere.
“Who are you?”
“That’s not important. What is important is that you wake up, so that your loved ones can stop worrying about you.”
“And remember this: It’s not what’s up here,” the lady gestured to my head, “it’s what’s in here that counts,” she pointed to my chest where my heart would be.
“How do I get back?”
“It depends, but we must go now. Our time has come. It was nice to finally meet you. Take good care of that girl of yours.” They start to kind of disappear through the gates.
“What do you mean? Don’t leave. You have to help me!” What girl? What am I doing in heaven? How did I get here? Why did those people look so familiar? Who am I?
I don’t even know who I am. I can’t remember my parents or where I’m from. I don’t know if I have any friends. I don’t know how old I am. I don’t know if I have any siblings, or if I have a job. I just simply don’t remember anything.
Come on. Wake up! I need to know who I am, and who those people were. Wake up! I try to pinch myself to wake up but nothing is working.
“AAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” I scream. I start to run away from the gates. There are people, people I don’t know, who probably miss me. I need to get back to them, but how am I going to get back to earth, back to reality.
“Harry…” I hear a girl yelling. Harry? Who’s Harry? Am I Harry? “Harry… Please don’t go… I love you… Harry, please…”
So I am Harry, but who’s calling me. It’s probably not my mom because she sounds too young, but who could it be. I guess it doesn’t matter. This could be my way back. I run towards the voice calling my name. The gate becomes further and further away as I get closer to the voice. I run faster and faster, but I’m getting nowhere.
Harmony’s POV
I have to leave in a week whether Harry wakes up or not. I decided to have a silent day. No talking, just one another’s presence. One of my hands is holding his like usual, but the other is holding my knees to my chest. I have my head down. Harry, why won’t you wake up?
BEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP…. I hear. No, Harry. The machine that monitors his breathing is in one long beep.
“Harry!” I yell. The doctors come rushing in as well as Louis who was waiting outside.
“Prepare to clear!” the doctor shouts. Louis takes me into his arms to the corner of the room. I start to cry.
“Harry…”
“Clear!” the doctor yells and presses the thing to his chest. Harry’s body jumps up, but Harry doesn’t wake up.
“Please don’t go… I love you…”
“Clear!” the doc yells again. Once again Harry doesn’t respond. Don’t give up hope.
“Harry, please…” Louis drags me out of the room after the doctor tells us to leave. As much as I want to stay, my body is too weak to fight.
Harry’s POV
I slowly start to blink my eyes open. I see a bright light. Am I in heaven? No, there are people in this room. I’m in a hospital?
“W- Where am I?” I choke out. It hurts to talk.
“You’re a hospital. I’m Doctor Helton. You’ve just woken up from about one and a half months of being in a coma.”
“Why was I in a coma?”
“You and your friend Louis here got into an accident with a 16-wheeler. The truck had a big impact on you because it hit your side directly.”
“Louis? I don’t know anyone named Louis,” I told the doctor.
“Um… who do you remember?”
“Nobody really. I am not even sure where I live or how old I am. What’s my name?”
“Oh dear. This is worse than we thought. I’ll just start out with some basic information. Your name is Harold Edward Styles, but people call you Harry. Your mum is Anne; you have a stepfather, Robin, and a sister, Gemma. You live in London, England, but you’re from Cheshire. I’m sorry but that is all I can tell you at the moment. I’m going to go speak with your friends and family now.”
Harmony’s POV
All of Anne, Robin, Gemma, and the guys were all here. I was in hysterics having been the last person alone with Harry. Louis was holding me close still as I cried into his chest. I heard Harry’s door opening and Doctor Helton walked out. I wiped the last of my tears from my face to confirm with the doc that it’s true.
“I have good news, and I have bad news.” Good news? What’s so good about death? “He’s very much awake.” Do my ears deceive me, or did he just say that Harry is awake? Everyone else cheered. I just stood there in shock with the biggest smile on my face. “I said there was bad news too.” Everyone stopped cheering and put on straight faces. He sighed before going on. “Harry can’t remember anything. He doesn’t know who anybody is. He didn’t know where he lived. He didn’t even know is own name. Telling him everything would be a lot to take in right now, so all I have told him is that he lives in London and who his mother, father, and sister are. They are the only ones aloud to see him at the moment.”
My heart dropped 100 stories. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t know about One Direction. He doesn’t know who he is. He doesn’t know me.
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