The Love Countdown
twenty four;
pls don't hate me xx
I'm in so much pain.
That was the first thing I could think when I awoke. I couldn't move my arms or my legs, and when i tried to, a sharp stinging pain erupted in my bones. I wasn't greeted by the sight of doctors or Harry, when I opened my eyes I was greeted by a motionless room. The sound of my heart rate on the monitor beside creating an eery vibe to the room.
I gasped in shock as I realized where I was; the hospital. It all came crashing down as I remembered what had happened, tears welled in my eyes. The pills, the note, the cuts.
Everything had come rushing back into my mind that I was so overwhelmed, I burst into tears.
"Harry!" I shouted and I people moving outside the door, "Harry!" I yelled again and this time, my call was answered.
The door burst open and in came Harry, along with two nurses, "Oh my God." Harry cried as he rushed over to my side. "You're awake. Dear God, you're awake,"
"Harry," I sobbed again, his name being the only word I could use right now. This was all too much.
"It's me, baby." He whispered and pulled the top half of my body towards him, I clung to his shirt, not wanting to let go as I cried. "You're okay," He kept whispering as i quietly sobbed into his chest. The fact that i was able to hear his voice and touch him again, was better than anything else in the world.
"Mr Styles," The nurse said from behind us. "We're going to need you to wait outside, we just need to see if she's okay and we'll let you in."
Harry heaved a sigh and softly let go of me, I whined quietly at the loss of contact between us, but what rewarded with a small kiss to my forehead, before he left the room.
"So, Ms Williamson." The nurse said.
"It's Libby," I corrected, I hated when people used my last name.
"Libby," She corrected and I gave her a smile. "Your tests show that your stomach and heart are doing just fine. We managed to clean your stomach of the toxins, and we've cleaned and bandaged your wounds." I cringed at the mention of my arms. The realization had hit me that Harry knew. They all knew. I was in hospital for trying to commit suicide.
"We will have to discuss with Mr Styles on what day you'll be able to go home, but by the looks of it, you'll be out of here in a matter of four days." I nodded in confirmation at the nurse, she then smiled and stood up from her seat.
"If you want anything, darling, just use the green button on the remote to call one of us,"
"Thank you," I said. "Is Harry allowed in?"
"Of course," She smiled once more before exiting out of the room, and I could hear her talking to Harry. I watched as the tall male stood up out of the chair and made his way through the door before shutting it quietly.
This was it.
HARRY POV.
I stared at her in astonishment.
Her face was pale and her hair was straw like, and the way she played with her fingers made them look as if they could break.
Neither of us said anything for a while. I just stood there, examining the bandages on her arms and the anesthetic needle in her arm. She looked anywhere but me, and I had an idea that she didn't want to talk about this conversation.
"Hey," I managed to say. I finally had the courage to sit down on the chair next to her bed, the same chair I had slept in for four days straight. The same chair I had cried in the first night we were here.
The same chair I sat in when I told her I loved her.
"Hey," He voice quivered. She smiled weakly and I grasped her hand in mine, running my thumb over her knuckles, hearing them crack as she moved her hand.
"How do you feel?" I questioned and lifted her hand up to press my lips to the back of her hand, hearing her sigh in satisfaction.
"Like death," She joked. But I could sense the double meaning in her words. Death.
"Why?" I asked her quietly. "Why did you do it?"
"Because," She whispered. "I don't deserve to be with you,"
"Yes you do," I said matter-of-factly. "You deserve to be with me,"
"Try telling that to three million girls on the internet," She scoffed. Oh no, she was getting angry.
"You didn't tell me! How was I supposed to know?" I was raising my voice. How was I meant to help her when she wouldn't even tell me in the first place?
She was crying now, fat tears running down her cheeks as we broke into a heated argument.
"You don't understand, Harry!" She screamed through her tears. "No one wants me around! I'm better off dead."
"Don't say that," I hissed. "Don't you ever say that. You deserve to live, you're the one thing that keeps me going."
The room was silent, air thick with heart break and tension as Liberty stared into space. Her tears hadn't stopped, and I wanted to comfort her, but she wouldn't let me touch her.
"We'll get through this, I promise."
"Don't make promises you can't keep." She spat. Why was she being so moody?
"I really missed you." I murmured, just so she could only hear. I tried to lower my voice and contain my tears. My voice was shaking and I could probably burst at any moment.
She sighed deeply and blinked away her tears. She fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist, and traced the lines on her skin over the bandages the covered her arms. She looked like she was thinking. Should I tell her I love her? Should I tell her that her parents would be here soon? I didn't want to freak her out.
The movement on her bed made me snap my head up to her direction. She was getting up.
I sprang from my seat. "No no! You have to stay lying down." But she didn't listen. She only stopped and leant on the bed for support. She brought her free arm up into the air, and pointed it towards me. Her eyes showed a broken, exhausted young girl.
"I need you to hug me." She whimpered and I obeyed her request, bit still cautiously walked over to her just incase she'd get angry again.
I wrapped my strong arms around her frail body, and ever so gently, pressing my lips to hers. They were cracked and dry, but it was something I had needed for the past few weeks. We pulled apart and she snuggled her head into my chest, breathing in my scent.
"I'm here," I whispered as I felt her start to sob.
"I'm here."
*******
LIBBY POV
"You're parents are coming at three," Harry spoke.
I scrunched my eyebrows together. "My parents!?"
"It wasn't my choice,' He spoke softly. I could tell he didn't want to raise his voice. It had only been at least two hours after out first argument. I wasn't ready for another.
"Will you be there?" I asked him and he hummed in confirmation. I was hoping he wouldn't leave me on my own. My parents would be furious. They trusted me. I'd dropped out of school, quit my job, and I'd hardly been living in an apartment that they were paying for.
"I'm not letting you be by yourself," He murmured. burying his face in my neck. We were in an awkward position; we were lying on a small hospital bed together, my back pressed to his front, while his long, lanky legs dangled off the edge. He was a noodle, I swear.
We lay there in silence. We didn't need to say anything. I was just glad we were together.
I was close to closing my eyes, when I heard a loud screech echo through the hall.
"Where is my daughter!" The lady screamed. Shit. Fuck. It was my parents.
Te clicking of heels signaled she was moving. Harry must have noticed because in less that a second, he sprung up and quickly composed himself before sitting in the seat beside me.
The door burst open the minute his butt met the chair…and in came my birth givers.
"Liberty!" my Mum wailed and ran over to my side, while my Father went and sat in the seat at the end of my bed. She threw her arms over me, the jingling over her bracelets were enough to make me turn my nose up in disgust. "My baby," She blubbered.
"Hello Mum, Dad." Dad waved, "Hello, darling."
"Oh my God, Arthur," My Mum spat and glared over at Harry. Before i knew what she was doing, she had rounded the bed and had yanked onto Harry's collar.
"You bloody idiot!" She screamed in his face and I witnessed the look of pure horror that had crossed Harry's face. That was one thing I would give my Mother; If you hurt My Father, My brother or me, she'd rip you to shreds. "You're the one that brought her in here!" She screeched and Dad hastily got up from his seat to try and pull her off of Harry.
"Margret, please," Dad pleaded and held into her shoulders, gently trying to push her away from Harry; but her manicured fingernails dug into his t-shirt so hard that I'm pretty sure he'd have holes in it.
The beeping sound on the heart rate monitor gradually increased. My heart was beating faster than it should. They needed to stop.
"Margret, you're stressing her out," Dad pointed out and thankfully, her torture stopped, and she let go of Harry's shirt.
Harry's breathing was erratic. One hand was placed over his heart and the other one was pressed flat against the wall behind him. "Sorry," Mum apologized to me, but definitely not to Harry.
"You," She pointed to him again, "You're the reason she almost died! You stupid, ignorant poster. I should have you taken to court and charged!"
"For what!?" Harry bravly asked and I could see that My Mother was on the brink of explosion. Dad sighed heavily and cracked his knuckles, ready for another outburst.
"She tried to kill herself! Because of your stupid followers!"
Harry's eye twitched and I grabbed at his hand. It calmed him a little, but it only made my mother's fire burn hotter.
"Your Father and I have been talking," She spoke lowly.
"You're coming home with us,"
It was as if my heart had stopped beating. All the air had been pushed out of my lungs and I was beginning to crumple up. My hand stayed stationary in Harry's as I felt him try to get my attention. I didn't even feel the tears leak out of my eyes; I didn't feel the hand that was ran softly across my cheek. I stared blankly at the white wall across from me. Then it hit. The anger, the sadness. Everything I'd had bottled up at my Mother was about to come spilling out.
"No." Was all I said. My voice was monotone. She didn't deserve my emotions.
"Yes, sweetheart." She sarcastically said and crossed her arms.
"You can't do this. You're horrible." Harry yelled at her, all she did was smile and stare at us.
"Oh, but I can." She stated. "You are still our daughter,"
"You're twisted." I cried. I tried getting up out of the bed, but Harry was at my side in seconds, and so was my Father.
"Don't touch me," I hissed at him and he backed away, Harry's arm wrapped tightly around my waist.
"We leave in two days," she replied, and after that she left. Leaving Harry and I to be consumed by our thoughts.
"She going to take me away," I whimpered to Harry, who still hadn't said anything.
"She's not going to take you away," he replied.
"Not from me."
I'm in so much pain.
That was the first thing I could think when I awoke. I couldn't move my arms or my legs, and when i tried to, a sharp stinging pain erupted in my bones. I wasn't greeted by the sight of doctors or Harry, when I opened my eyes I was greeted by a motionless room. The sound of my heart rate on the monitor beside creating an eery vibe to the room.
I gasped in shock as I realized where I was; the hospital. It all came crashing down as I remembered what had happened, tears welled in my eyes. The pills, the note, the cuts.
Everything had come rushing back into my mind that I was so overwhelmed, I burst into tears.
"Harry!" I shouted and I people moving outside the door, "Harry!" I yelled again and this time, my call was answered.
The door burst open and in came Harry, along with two nurses, "Oh my God." Harry cried as he rushed over to my side. "You're awake. Dear God, you're awake,"
"Harry," I sobbed again, his name being the only word I could use right now. This was all too much.
"It's me, baby." He whispered and pulled the top half of my body towards him, I clung to his shirt, not wanting to let go as I cried. "You're okay," He kept whispering as i quietly sobbed into his chest. The fact that i was able to hear his voice and touch him again, was better than anything else in the world.
"Mr Styles," The nurse said from behind us. "We're going to need you to wait outside, we just need to see if she's okay and we'll let you in."
Harry heaved a sigh and softly let go of me, I whined quietly at the loss of contact between us, but what rewarded with a small kiss to my forehead, before he left the room.
"So, Ms Williamson." The nurse said.
"It's Libby," I corrected, I hated when people used my last name.
"Libby," She corrected and I gave her a smile. "Your tests show that your stomach and heart are doing just fine. We managed to clean your stomach of the toxins, and we've cleaned and bandaged your wounds." I cringed at the mention of my arms. The realization had hit me that Harry knew. They all knew. I was in hospital for trying to commit suicide.
"We will have to discuss with Mr Styles on what day you'll be able to go home, but by the looks of it, you'll be out of here in a matter of four days." I nodded in confirmation at the nurse, she then smiled and stood up from her seat.
"If you want anything, darling, just use the green button on the remote to call one of us,"
"Thank you," I said. "Is Harry allowed in?"
"Of course," She smiled once more before exiting out of the room, and I could hear her talking to Harry. I watched as the tall male stood up out of the chair and made his way through the door before shutting it quietly.
This was it.
HARRY POV.
I stared at her in astonishment.
Her face was pale and her hair was straw like, and the way she played with her fingers made them look as if they could break.
Neither of us said anything for a while. I just stood there, examining the bandages on her arms and the anesthetic needle in her arm. She looked anywhere but me, and I had an idea that she didn't want to talk about this conversation.
"Hey," I managed to say. I finally had the courage to sit down on the chair next to her bed, the same chair I had slept in for four days straight. The same chair I had cried in the first night we were here.
The same chair I sat in when I told her I loved her.
"Hey," He voice quivered. She smiled weakly and I grasped her hand in mine, running my thumb over her knuckles, hearing them crack as she moved her hand.
"How do you feel?" I questioned and lifted her hand up to press my lips to the back of her hand, hearing her sigh in satisfaction.
"Like death," She joked. But I could sense the double meaning in her words. Death.
"Why?" I asked her quietly. "Why did you do it?"
"Because," She whispered. "I don't deserve to be with you,"
"Yes you do," I said matter-of-factly. "You deserve to be with me,"
"Try telling that to three million girls on the internet," She scoffed. Oh no, she was getting angry.
"You didn't tell me! How was I supposed to know?" I was raising my voice. How was I meant to help her when she wouldn't even tell me in the first place?
She was crying now, fat tears running down her cheeks as we broke into a heated argument.
"You don't understand, Harry!" She screamed through her tears. "No one wants me around! I'm better off dead."
"Don't say that," I hissed. "Don't you ever say that. You deserve to live, you're the one thing that keeps me going."
The room was silent, air thick with heart break and tension as Liberty stared into space. Her tears hadn't stopped, and I wanted to comfort her, but she wouldn't let me touch her.
"We'll get through this, I promise."
"Don't make promises you can't keep." She spat. Why was she being so moody?
"I really missed you." I murmured, just so she could only hear. I tried to lower my voice and contain my tears. My voice was shaking and I could probably burst at any moment.
She sighed deeply and blinked away her tears. She fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist, and traced the lines on her skin over the bandages the covered her arms. She looked like she was thinking. Should I tell her I love her? Should I tell her that her parents would be here soon? I didn't want to freak her out.
The movement on her bed made me snap my head up to her direction. She was getting up.
I sprang from my seat. "No no! You have to stay lying down." But she didn't listen. She only stopped and leant on the bed for support. She brought her free arm up into the air, and pointed it towards me. Her eyes showed a broken, exhausted young girl.
"I need you to hug me." She whimpered and I obeyed her request, bit still cautiously walked over to her just incase she'd get angry again.
I wrapped my strong arms around her frail body, and ever so gently, pressing my lips to hers. They were cracked and dry, but it was something I had needed for the past few weeks. We pulled apart and she snuggled her head into my chest, breathing in my scent.
"I'm here," I whispered as I felt her start to sob.
"I'm here."
*******
LIBBY POV
"You're parents are coming at three," Harry spoke.
I scrunched my eyebrows together. "My parents!?"
"It wasn't my choice,' He spoke softly. I could tell he didn't want to raise his voice. It had only been at least two hours after out first argument. I wasn't ready for another.
"Will you be there?" I asked him and he hummed in confirmation. I was hoping he wouldn't leave me on my own. My parents would be furious. They trusted me. I'd dropped out of school, quit my job, and I'd hardly been living in an apartment that they were paying for.
"I'm not letting you be by yourself," He murmured. burying his face in my neck. We were in an awkward position; we were lying on a small hospital bed together, my back pressed to his front, while his long, lanky legs dangled off the edge. He was a noodle, I swear.
We lay there in silence. We didn't need to say anything. I was just glad we were together.
I was close to closing my eyes, when I heard a loud screech echo through the hall.
"Where is my daughter!" The lady screamed. Shit. Fuck. It was my parents.
Te clicking of heels signaled she was moving. Harry must have noticed because in less that a second, he sprung up and quickly composed himself before sitting in the seat beside me.
The door burst open the minute his butt met the chair…and in came my birth givers.
"Liberty!" my Mum wailed and ran over to my side, while my Father went and sat in the seat at the end of my bed. She threw her arms over me, the jingling over her bracelets were enough to make me turn my nose up in disgust. "My baby," She blubbered.
"Hello Mum, Dad." Dad waved, "Hello, darling."
"Oh my God, Arthur," My Mum spat and glared over at Harry. Before i knew what she was doing, she had rounded the bed and had yanked onto Harry's collar.
"You bloody idiot!" She screamed in his face and I witnessed the look of pure horror that had crossed Harry's face. That was one thing I would give my Mother; If you hurt My Father, My brother or me, she'd rip you to shreds. "You're the one that brought her in here!" She screeched and Dad hastily got up from his seat to try and pull her off of Harry.
"Margret, please," Dad pleaded and held into her shoulders, gently trying to push her away from Harry; but her manicured fingernails dug into his t-shirt so hard that I'm pretty sure he'd have holes in it.
The beeping sound on the heart rate monitor gradually increased. My heart was beating faster than it should. They needed to stop.
"Margret, you're stressing her out," Dad pointed out and thankfully, her torture stopped, and she let go of Harry's shirt.
Harry's breathing was erratic. One hand was placed over his heart and the other one was pressed flat against the wall behind him. "Sorry," Mum apologized to me, but definitely not to Harry.
"You," She pointed to him again, "You're the reason she almost died! You stupid, ignorant poster. I should have you taken to court and charged!"
"For what!?" Harry bravly asked and I could see that My Mother was on the brink of explosion. Dad sighed heavily and cracked his knuckles, ready for another outburst.
"She tried to kill herself! Because of your stupid followers!"
Harry's eye twitched and I grabbed at his hand. It calmed him a little, but it only made my mother's fire burn hotter.
"Your Father and I have been talking," She spoke lowly.
"You're coming home with us,"
It was as if my heart had stopped beating. All the air had been pushed out of my lungs and I was beginning to crumple up. My hand stayed stationary in Harry's as I felt him try to get my attention. I didn't even feel the tears leak out of my eyes; I didn't feel the hand that was ran softly across my cheek. I stared blankly at the white wall across from me. Then it hit. The anger, the sadness. Everything I'd had bottled up at my Mother was about to come spilling out.
"No." Was all I said. My voice was monotone. She didn't deserve my emotions.
"Yes, sweetheart." She sarcastically said and crossed her arms.
"You can't do this. You're horrible." Harry yelled at her, all she did was smile and stare at us.
"Oh, but I can." She stated. "You are still our daughter,"
"You're twisted." I cried. I tried getting up out of the bed, but Harry was at my side in seconds, and so was my Father.
"Don't touch me," I hissed at him and he backed away, Harry's arm wrapped tightly around my waist.
"We leave in two days," she replied, and after that she left. Leaving Harry and I to be consumed by our thoughts.
"She going to take me away," I whimpered to Harry, who still hadn't said anything.
"She's not going to take you away," he replied.
"Not from me."
Notes
omg no pls don't hate me;for two reasons;
1 for not updating - I went camping for like 2 weeks and had no internet omg i died
2. bc LIBBY HAS TO GO HOME I KNOW OMFG
buuuttt I Hev decided that I will be making a SEQUEL. I don't know what I'll call it but it'll be about Libby and Harry like 3 years on and so
there may be some lil' Harry's too, who knows? *winks*
I HOPE EVERYONE HAD A GREAT NEW YEARS AND CHRISTMAS! I STILL HAVE TWO WEEKS OFF TILL I GO BACK TO SCHOOL SO FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ABOUT ANYTHING!
omfg I turn 15 this year and I'm in year 10 like wow how did I even make it past seventh grade
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