I never liked hospitals. The intoxicating smell of hand sanitizer and their awful cafeteria food, the beeping of monitors, hearing someone cough every second. But the worst part for me was when you went to visit someone and you had to pass all of the rooms of the sick and dying, knowing one day that could be you.

  My hatred for hospitals grew about a month ago. When the police came to the house, the first thing that happened to me was being forced in a stretcher. My hands and feet were locked in place, and I had no idea what was going to happen to me. I had to get an elbow replacement and went in physical therapy for about two days. At night they would close the blinds and shut the lights off, and all that could be heard were monitors and the sound of me breathing. It horrified me that I was alone, and at any moment someone could break through the window and take me.

  "You've got to let us in there!" Zayn demanded, his fist coming down on the receptionist's desk. She barely glanced at him before turning back to her computer screen. I nervously clutched onto the small necklace I was wearing, gripping on to the little heart on the chain.

  "You can't go visit the patient unless you are related to them, sorry." The lady said. Her voice was so monotone it was nearly sickening, but all I wanted to do was see Harry. The last time I had seen him was almost two hours prior, and blood came out his leg like a fountain.

  "We are related to him." Niall said, trying his best to cover up his strong Irish accent. The lady laughed, and when she did it came out more like a wheeze.

  "Please, honey, you're not fooling anybody. The rest of you can go." The receptionist said. Niall groaned, but Tiff kissed his forehead and whispered something to him. Louis had grabbed my hand as I was pulled back down the hallway as Tiff and Niall found a spot to sit at in the small waiting room.

  It felt weird holding Louis's hand, because I hadn't even spoke one word to him before. He held my hand tightly, though, and I began to realize that he wasn't trying to help me. He needed someone to be there for him.

  The lady from the front desk led us down the long hallway until Niall and Tiff were out of sight, and the wave of hand sanitizer hit me all at once. I felt so awful for Harry. This was all my fault. If I wasn't so bullheaded he wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. If I hadn't left the party then none of this would have even happened. I would have much rather saved his life and have him not kiss me then be where we were right now.

  I didn't look to either side of me as we passed rooms of people. It hurt to see people in such unstable conditions. My hand shook, and Louis held it even tighter. He turned to me and slowly inches his face to my ear.

  "It's okay, Darcy, pinky promise." He said, holding out his pinky. I locked it with his, but neither of us let go. If I felt weird holding Louis Tomlinson's hand a few minutes ago, it felt even weirder locking pinkies with his and strolling around a hospital with him.

  Finally, after it felt like hours of walking through plain white halls, the receptionist ushered us into a room before informing us that she'd be at her desk if we needed her. I stopped dead in my tracks when we got to the doorway. I couldn't do this. I couldn't look at him. I wouldn't.

  "It's alright. Harry will be completely fine." Liam said.

  "No." I said firmly.

  "Yes, he will. Come on." Liam said. He pushed my back lightly so that I was forced into the room. All around me where white walls, and a giant monitor beside a bed with white sheets. There were tubes going every which way, and they seemed to be never ending. On the left wall there was a bulletin board with the name Harry Styles written in bold lettering. I wanted so badly to rip it off the wall and pretend like everything was okay.

  Finally, I made myself look at him. In the bed there was a boy sound asleep, small beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. His hair was matted and sticking up in every direction, but his face looked calm as ever. On his leg was a giant bandage, and at the ends I could see red stains. I focused in on his leg until it became blurry, and I choked out an embarrassing sob.

  "Shh..." Louis said, hugging me tight. In a normal situation I would be flushing like mad, but I didn't care anymore. This innocent boy was here because of me. If I hadn't had become so close to Nathan, he wouldn't have known I was at the party, if I had stayed in the party, he wouldn't have tried to shoot me. It would have been so much better if he had shot me, not Harry.

  A doctor entering the room interrupted my thoughts, and all of our eyes that were once trained on Harry's were staring right up at him. If anyone had answers; it was this man. He had small rectangular glasses and a stubbly ginger beard, and he seemed a bit short to be a doctor. His white coat said 'Dr. Albert' and he held a clipboard in his hand.

  "Hello, hello. You're all Harry's family?" He asked, swiftly passing Zayn and writing down some numbers on Harry's heart monitor.

  "Yes." Liam said. "Is he going to be alright?"

  "Harry should be fine. He just came out of a quick operation. The bullet went through his upper left leg, if you can see that in this diagram here. He lost lots of blood, but luckily we transferred some back into him from an operation he'd had when he was little. The nurse said something about a donkey attack?"

  Zayn cracked a smile and nodded. I had never heard the story about the donkey attack, but apparently it must have been funny because the boys all managed to smile. My face remained ashen and I could feel my face being pale. It felt colder than cold, which could have been from being outside.

  "Anyways, it was a puncture wound so we had to give Mr. Styles quite a few stitches. The bullet also seemed to have some rust on it, and so we had to take the pieces out. There were only a few, but he seems to be in pretty good shape. He'll be here for a bit, though."

  I could literally feel my spirits lifting. Harry might not be conscious, but he was going to be okay. Something would finally be alright.

  But then there was Nathan. Police hadn't come to inspect yet, but I assumed they would come when Harry would wake up. Girls would hate me from all over the world, but right now it didn't matter so much. Harry was okay, he was going to be alright, and that's all that mattered.

  A broad-shouldered man entered the room with Niall and Tiff. They both took a few seconds to see Harry before the doctor told them everything he told the rest of us. Louis and Liam both took a seat on a small couch by a mini-fridge in the back, but Zayn remained where he was- unmoved by Harry's bed. I couldn't bring myself to walk away, either, because I wanted to be the first person to see him when he woke up.

  "I've got the bus out front. They aren't letting anyone stay overnight." The man said. I had a bad feeling that this would happen. I felt like I owed it to Harry to stay with him, but everybody else in the world was ripping us apart. I longed for the day when I woke up and didn't have to worry about not seeing him again.

  "Paul, I want to stay." Louis whined, stomping his foot. Paul glared at him for a moment, but then sadly looked back onto the boy lying in the bed. It was all my fault that this was happening. All mine, nobody else's.

  The thing that confused me the most was that it was Nathan who had shot that gun. Even though it had shot Harry, it only shot him because he was blocking me. Why would Nathan want to shoot me? Was he trying to kill me? So many questions were flooding my mind that it hurt, and so I put them off for another time.

  "Girls, we'll see you in the morning." Niall said. He had his arms wrapped around Tiff, who was looking at Harry. The guilt was so overwhelming. I had told them what happened, and they all blamed Nathan. But it was my fault in the first place for being out there, and I could never take back what I did and what happened.

  Tiff and Niall shared a moment while the rest of the boys said a quick goodbye to Harry and left the room. I bit my lip, staring down at the boy in the bed. It all became so clear why I wanted him when I was gone. I loved Harry. It made perfect sense, but back then I was so oblivious to realize my own feelings.

  I unhooked the necklace and held it in the palm of my hand. Niall and Tiff were leaving the room and definitely couldn't hear me now.

  "I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm sorry that this every happened to you, and I love you. You're not going to have us here with you tonight, so here." I said, grabbing his hands and placing the heart necklace in it. "Think of it as a little piece of me."

  You guys went crazy on the last chapter, haha x) So there you have it, he's alright! But what will happen with Nathan? And thank you for 400,000 reads and 1,000 fans! I love you more than Darcy loves Harry<3 I'll be dedicating this to a commenter!