NIALL'S POV

We've hit the thirty day mark. Which means Harry's chance of waking up from his coma has significantly dropped, and as far as the doctors say, if he does wake up he'll have memory loss, but we won't know how much he doesn't remember until he wakes up.

It's actually day 31. We got the news of Harry's worsening condition yesterday and everyone is taking it pretty hard. Anne had to make the decision of whether to keep Harry in the hospital or to take him off all the medication and support and let him pass.
She had chosen to remove Harry from any and all life support within thirty days. Meaning he now only has twenty nine days to wake up.
Louis has been much more emotional and intense. He's not allowing anyone to touch Harry, or mess anything up in his room and he's constantly fixing the already perfect blankets and he just sits by Harry's bed every single day holding his hand and fixing his hair, whispering things to him that are only for Harry to hear.
He just rocks back and forth, holding his hand and looking pitiful and desperate everyday.

Louis is a mess, he's absolutely destroyed, he doesn't sleep, doesn't eat, barely speaks, and has not missed one second of being with Harry. No matter what he is here, whether it's raining cats and dogs or if we have an appearance scheduled, he has blown everything off to be here, we all have, and thankfully Simon and everyone else has been understanding.

Right now I'm sitting with Zayn on the couch that was brought into Harry's room awhile ago.
His leg in a cast, he'd broken his fibula, which was a lot better than breaking his tibia. His shoulder had also been strained, and he had lots of cuts and bruises on his arm from the glass of the windows, but almost all of those injuries are healed now.
Somehow this tragedy has brought Zayn and I closer, we spend more time together now. Which I really appreciate because, most of the time I don't want to be alone.
He listens to me when I need to vent about everything that's going on and then comforts me when I finish. He stays by my side through the day and talks to me, keeping my mind busy on other things, which I'm more grateful for than I can express to him.
He's becoming somewhat of my saving grace, he makes everything better, he makes everything feel like it will be okay, and all he has to do is be next to me or say something to me… I wish I could tell him how much he means to me, especially now, with all of this bad stuff going on.

"Nialler, do you want to go eat?" Zayn asked, tapping my shoulder.
I nodded and got up walking next to him, we had to go slow since he was still on crutches.
Liam followed behind us silently. He's really been missing Danielle, he hasn't seen her in quite a while since she's on the road. He kind of just tags along and watches everything happen, like Louis, but in a more relaxed form.

Louis never comes to eat with us, but we always bring him something, although he never actually eats it. He just takes it and thanks us before turning back to Harry and whispering things to him again.

Liam and I helped Zayn into the car and set his crutches on the floor in front of him before getting in our seats.
The driver had to drive us everywhere now since none of us could drive.
I sat next to Zayn and had an odd feeling in my gut, like something was going to happen. It made me uneasy seeing as how we were in a vehicle and it was nearly the same kind that we'd had an accident in.
I looked to Zayn and he must've seen the worry on my face because he grabbed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. All I could manage was an acknowledging nod and squeezed his hand tighter.

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LOUIS' POV

I sat by Harry as the boys left to eat, it gave me more time alone with him. Even though our conversations were one-sided I still cherished being able talk to him. I had hope that he could hear me and still had opinions on everything I'd say.

I held his hand in mine, careful of the needle that was poked into it.
"Harry, it's Louis." I told him, hoping the introduction was unnecessary.
"I don't know if you can hear me… I guess I say that every time I talk to you though. I just really hope that you can. I miss you so much, I miss everything about you, even your horrible jokes and annoying pranks. I miss your facial expressions and your laugh… your smile. I miss your voice. Harry, do you know what day it is? I guess you can't answer huh? It's the thirty first day. We only have twenty-nine days to get you to wake up. I'm sorry if you're scared, I'm sorry if you know exactly what's happening but can't wake up… but I want you to know that I won't let anyone take you away from me. I'll never let them touch you. I don't let anyone touch you, I don't want them to hurt you. They cut your hair, can you believe that?" I brush my fingers against the short hair on his head, they'd finally removed his bandage and the stitches that were beneath it.
"It's growing back though, it'll be okay. Harry, I hope you know that I love you. I know not everyone supports that, but it doesn't matter. This accident has shown me that I can't do life without you. I can't go without seeing you, without my hand in yours, no matter how one sided this is right now… I still love you and thrive off of the time I spend here with you. I'm so sorry that we have to spend our days this way, with you in that awful bed and me just sitting next to you. I did get you a new blanket, one that's not scratchy like the old one. I just… I really hope you wa- Harry!" I screamed his name as his fingers tightened around my hand.
"Harry! Can you hear me?" I was practically shaking, his fingers tightened once again and I started sobbing.
"Harry, please wake up! I need you baby, wake up!" I put my hand on his face, waiting for his beautiful green eyes to open and look at me.
"Baby please, please wake up. You can do it, come on Harry." His fingers curled as I took a moment to lace our fingers. He knew, he knew I was holding his hand. He knew I was with him.
"NURSE! SOMEONE COME IN HERE HURRY!" I screamed, not daring to leave Harry.
A nurse came running in a panicked look on her face.
"He's moving, his fingers, he held onto my hand, look!" I showed her, beckoning her over to my side.
"He knows I'm here." I could hear just how pitiful yet happy I was.
She checked his vitals and everything that was necessary before speaking to me.
"Is he going to wake up? This means he's okay right?" I ask, basically pleading for her to humor me and say he's perfectly fine.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, he's responsive, which means he can hear you, but there is no telling when he'll wake up." She patted my shoulder with a sad look.
"So he can only hear me… nothing else?" I ask, feeling slightly defeated.
"Hun think of it this way, Harry's state is like this, he can hear you and he can acknowledge that someone is speaking, but he may or may not know who. What he hears is probably like hearing someone try to talk underwater. Everything is a bit fuzzy. As for his responses, it's a really great thing that he's moved, that shows he knows someone is there and that there is a hand in his, based on his movement. But to him, the rest of his body isn't listening to his brain. He may want to wake up, and his brain is telling him to do so, he's hearing you telling him to wake up, but his body isn't reacting to what he wants. It takes a lot for someone in a coma to wake or even start moving. He just needs some more time." She gave me a hug before she left.
She was the first person to sit down and explain things to me. I had a better understanding now.

I kept Harry's hand in mine and talked to him some more, knowing he could hear me.
"Harry, I know you can hear me, it's still Louis by the way. I just wanted to let you know that I love you. I love you so much. I'm so glad you can hear me, even happier that you know to hold my hand. I'm so happy Harry, I hope you wake up soon. Nurse says you just need more time, which is okay. We have time for that, just please try your best to open those green eyes of yours. I miss them." I went on, babbling to him until I was a complete mess, crying all over the place and overwhelmed with everything.

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LIAM'S POV

We returned to the hospital a container of food for Louis in hand.
I led the way into the room but stopped before I was fully inside.
Louis was hunched over the bed crying and saying something to Harry, his words muffled by sobs and the bed below him.
Niall rushed to his side, "Lou, what's wrong, what happened?" his voice was panicked.
Louis lifted his head and shook it, "No, no Ni, it's not bad." He says through heavy breathing and streams of tears.
"What is it Lou?" Zayn asks, popping out from behind me and crutching his way over to Louis.
"It's Harry, he moved. He moved his fingers and held my hand." He smiled through trembling lips. He gave a slight laugh, the kind that made your heart break and soar at the same time. For him to be happy about something was an amazing sight, but for it to be something so small was heartbreaking, this tiny movement was what we'd been waiting so long for… the curling of fingers.
"The nurse says he can hear us, but it's kind of fuzzy for him, like talking underwater." He turned back to Harry and brushed his hair back softly, smiling at him.

I heard Zayn say something about it being great news, but he was walking away so I didn't catch everything.
I quickly texted Danielle and told her the news, then went to sit next to Louis who was just smiling lightly at Harry, his eyes changed from dull grey to a dim blue… but they were blue, and that counted for something.

We ended up getting into a conversation about what we'll do when Harry wakes up, none of us voiced that Harry may not make it that far, we were just being as positive as we could.
Niall wanted to go to Nandos in celebration, Zayn suggested that we could have a day together just talking and watching movies. Louis wanted to do the same as Zayn, saying he could use a day just listening to Harry talk and interact with everyone. And I however wanted to do whatever Harry wanted, which would probably be what Zayn suggested.

Niall let out a frustrated noise, "But.. Nandos." He pouted, crossing his arms.
"It's okay bud, we'll go there later tonight kay? You can get whatever you want."
Niall immediately stopped pouting and wrapped his arms around Zayn, "Thanks Zaynie!" He exclaimed happily.

As it was getting later, Zayn, Niall and I all left the room, leaving Louis some time with Harry. We waited out in the hallway like usual.
Zayn and Niall were smiling and laughing at something they were talking about and I pulled out my phone to ring Danielle before it got to late where she was.

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ZAYN'S POV

Fifteen. That's the number of days since Harry had moved. One thousand one hundred and four. The number of hours we've spent worrying about Harry. Sixty-six thousand two hundred and forty. The number of minutes that have passed since the awful tragedy happened. Fourteen. The number of days we have until Harry is officially taken off life support.

The days have passed the same way since we first arrived at the hospital. Louis is still protecting Harry with everything he has, Harry isn't moving, Niall is still next to me at all times, which I don't mind, and Liam is constantly texting Danielle, which I'm happy for. He can tell her anything and he needs to talk to someone the way he does with her. He won't tell us his major worries or concerns, he's always been that way.

Louis is in his spot next to Harry. Hand in hand, his eyes never leaving Harry's face.
The way Louis acts toward Harry, even in a state where Harry knows nothing of his condition or surroundings, Louis still treats him like he is his world. He fusses over absolutely everything having to do with him. He is constantly fixing his already perfect hair and getting wrinkles out of the blanket, keeping everyone else at a distance from the bed. He is still just as in love with him as he was when Harry was up and well.
It just goes to show that what they had at the start hasn't faded. There is just as much love now as there was at the start, if not more.

I found myself watching Louis as he held Harry's limp hand in his, the way he cradled it so carefully in his own and kissed his fingers gently. It was heartbreakingly beautiful.
I watched as Louis' eyes widened and he stared at his and Harry's intwined fingers.
"Lou… are you okay?" I asked, suddenly concerned.
"He's… he's moving." His voice was nervous and excited at the same time.
Niall and Liam shot out of their seats and went closer to Harry.
I watched as Harry's fingers curled and held Louis' trembling hand. Louis started crying, the occasional hiccup breaking through.
"Harry, I'm here. I'm right here, you can wake up, I'm right here." He held Harry's hand with both of his own, kissing his fingers repeatedly, his eyes glistening with tears and I nearly started crying myself.

We all watched as Harry moved his good leg, his toes wiggling under the blanket. Louis nearly jumped out of his chair, but contained the excitement and continued holding Harry's hand and talking to him encouragingly.

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LIAM'S POV

We waited three hours for another movement. Doctors came and took his vitals, returning to say the same thing they told Louis back when Harry first moved. He needed more time.
Louis didn't leave his side, he continued to hold onto Harry's hand and he rocked himself back and forth in his chair.
No one talked or moved. We just sat in our own space and thought about the possibility of Harry not waking up… or at least I did.

Zayn looked at me with an odd expression then turned to Niall who looked confused and stuck in a trance of his own thoughts.
Zayn pulled him closer to him and Niall let him, he rested his little blond head on Zayn's shoulder and wrapped an arm around his front, holding the side of his t-shirt in his fist.
I gave them a questioning look, that neither of them caught. I think something is going on with them.

"Liam, I'm going to get a new glass of water for Harry, please watch him for me." Louis got up from his seat, setting Harry's hand on the bed as gently as possible.
I nodded at him and watched Harry, although not much would happen, I knew Louis asked me because he trusted me. So I watched him as he didn't move or make a sound.

Louis came back in within a minute, a glass of water in hand, along with a straw. He had done this everyday, refreshed the water that no one drank.
He made his way back to his seat and set the water on the table next to the bed, taking a moment to take the paper off the straw and stick it in the glass.
He resumed his position of Harry's hand in his and staring at him intently.
"I got you some water." He smiled at him, like Harry had replied to him.

Zayn and Niall were still on the couch, Niall looked like he needed sleep and Zayn looked deep in thought.
I put my eyes back to the bed, watching Louis watch Harry. It was like he was trying to force life into him by his intense stare.
He brushed a few stray curls off of his face and his fingers traced against his cheek lovingly. Honestly, Louis was the best boyfriend, if he had this much love for Harry, I can't imagine what he's going through, and the fact that he still manages sanity is amazing.

"Nrrg… eerrnnnggg" My eyes froze on Harry. Louis' eyes were wide as he watched Harry move.
Zayn and Niall jumped from their seats on the couch and got to the bed in record time.
"Mmmmrrrg" Harry made another noise and moved his head.
"Harry, come on. You can do it, wake up baby, please wake up!" Louis pleaded, his eyes trained on Harry.
"Come on Harry, wake up." Niall's voice came in a slightly exhausted tone.
"Harry, we need you. Wake up. Open those eyes, come on. You can do it love, I know you can." Louis put a hand on Harry's face, stroking his cheek.
He made another sound and I watched as his grip on Louis' hand tightened.