*Darcy's P.O.V*

  It was three days after when I finally woke up. My limbs were beyond sore, I felt like someone rising from the dead. But despite what I felt physically, on the inside I felt brand new.

  The doctor had checked on me several times in the night when I woke. He gave me many types of pain killers, and if the pain became too bad I pressed a button for more drugs to be inserted into me through one of the long tubes running along my body.

   For most of the night, I had been sipping on some Sprite and watching Spongebob Squarepants on the television that hung from the ceiling and messing with the adjustments on my bed. But my mind was far away from this hospital; it was wandering with the idea that Harry was somewhere nearby, and that I would get to see him. I wanted to kiss him now more than ever.

  "Hey, you alright in here?" My nurse said, entering the room with her infamous clipboard that I had seen so many times in the past few hours. I nodded.

  "Have phone calls been sent out to my friends yet?" I asked impatiently. The question had been asked more than ten times, I know, but I still had to ask. I wanted to see him.

  "You're still in recovery mode, but we'll send out calls to your guardians."

  "That would be Paul Higgins, he should be listed as my guardian. Can you call him now, please? I just want to see my friends again."

  The nurse shifted uncomfortably as I waited for her response. She adjusted her wristwatch while unintentionally gnawing on her lip furiously.

  "Is there something that I don't know?" I asked wearily.

  "Mr.Higgins passed away early in the morning three days ago, when he was taken off of life support. I'm so sorry, Miss Darcy." She apologized, her eyes big with a simpathetic look to them. Without even knowing it, my jaw had dropped down and my eyes were burning with tears.

  "I need you to call Harry Styles right now, please." I pleaded, wiping my eyes quickly. The nurse paused as she thought out my request, but then she nodded her head solemnly and left the room.

  It took all my willpower not to let out a sob. I felt like everything was my fault; Paul's death, my kidnapping, my parents hating me, the list went on and on for miles. The guilt of Paul's death would always hang over my head, like a gloomy cloud before the rain.

  I slammed my fist into the thin bedsheets and screamed out in agony, not caring who the hell heard me. They probably would think that I needed to be put in some insane allylum, and that might just be damn true.

  Paul was dead.

  Paul risked his life for me.

  A horrible pain ripped through my chest when I bent down and held onto my knees, looking for some sense of comfort, when in reality- without Harry there was none that I could find. Surprisingly, nobody came in the room. I think they all knew perfectly well what was going on.

  Once again, I slammed my aching fist down on the bed. There was already a lumpy bruise there from Nathan, but I was beyond point to care. I had passed that level long ago, and now all I wanted to do was turn back time and fix everything.

  If we could only have this life for one more day

  If we could only turn back time

  "God, I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry that this happened. Just please fix all of this, please. I promise I'll go to church sometime, please. I can't continue like this." I sobbed.

  I felt like I was a little kid again. Whenever I cried, I was suddenly so tired again. Half of me wanted to fall asleep and temporarily forget it all, but the other half of me didn't want to be asleep for when Harry came to visit, which could be any minute now. Knowing that he was coming made me suddenly etremely self consious as I raked my hands through my hair and propped my elbows back on the pillow.

  "Ma'am, your friends are on their way." My nurse's voice interrupted my thoughts as she poked her head through the room. I felt bad for her and whoever was on my floor, because in all honesty, I was a complete and total mess right now. I was hurt, and he was the bandaid for my heart.

  I turned around and laid my head gingerly on my pillow, the scratches on my stomach moving against my shirt and stinging me. But that pain was much more bearable to what I felt inside; the greif, guilt, and disgust for everything going on. Why me? Why us? Why Paul?

  My head hit the point of something sharp as it came in contact with the pillow, and I carressed my head gingerly to releive the pain arising in my forehead. Either there was something under my pillow or the staff here liked to store rocks in the patient's pillows, and I was going with the latter.

  I lited up the pillow and found a sleek black box. My eyes darted around the room quickly for anyone in sight, there was nobody. I snatched the box in my hands and held it to my chest tightly. On the top, written neatly in Harry's handwriting read:

  To: Darcy Mae

  Butterflies errupted in my stomach, like they were locked away in a cage but were now flying freely. I didn't hesitate to open the box.

  Inside, there was a small ring. It was nothing fancy, just a silver ring. On the inside, the letters H & D were written in a fancy cursive font. Even such a small gift could still bring a smile to my face, and I realized in that moment how much I needed and missed Harry.

  "It's a promise ring." A husky voice said from across the room, and my heart hammered in my chest.

  I knew that voice. I knew it so, so well.

  He was wearing his worn out Ramones t shirt under a grey sweatshirt. His jeans were faded and scuffed, and his hair was damp from the English rain. His eyes were droopy and tired, but yet he looked so enthused. I could see his lip quivering, but he bit down on it to stop. My lungs were screaming for air, but I didn't dare breath.

  "Harry," I breathed. It was weird seeing him in front of me now, alone and finally seeing eachother without having to worry. Would this be what it was like for normal people? Because I could sure as hell get used to this feeling.

  The feeling of being loved, accepted, and wanted. This feeling that I got where my palms perspired and my heart hammered in my chest, but still felt so good.

  In the next instant, I was getting up off of the bed and he was moving over to me. Some of the tubes that were stuck to me by tape were instantly detatched, and I didn't even have time to worry. It seemed like I never had time to worry when I was with Harry, and I was okay with keeping things that way.

  "I missed you so much," He breathed, his face centemeters from mine. His breath smelled minty, and mixed well with his cologne. I hadn't realized until now that he was crying a sea of satly tears. I kissed them away gently as he told me how he thought he had truly lost me.

  "You can't get rid of me so easily," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

  "I don't ever want you to go." He muttered, holding me tightly.

  "I promise I won't." I reassured him.

  For the next moments, we stared into eachothers eyes. His saddened eyes told me a silent story of their own. His face showed the pain that he endured during these long, hard days. His lips were smiling, but his eyes were hiding behind a gloomy mask.

  And all at once, he lost it. Harry Styles broke down crying.

  "Before you passed out, I jumped in front of you. When I jumped, Vanessa shot Paul. She panicked. I'm responsible for the death-" He croaked, letting out a sob that shook not just his but my body as well.

  "No, Harry." I argued. "This isn't your fault. I was the one who got everyone into this mess, remember?" I cried, letting the tears fall as they pleased. He wanted to argue with me, I knew he did, but I wasn't going to let him.

  In the next moment, we were kissing hungrily. We had both been so empty and alone for the past few days, and it felt like the weight of the world was weighing down on our shoulders and our shoudlers alone. Harry cupped his hand under my chin and our tongues collided without my intention, but I didn't want to stop kissing Harry.

  Kissing Harry was probably the best thing in the world.

  Harry held onto me tightly, reassuing me that he wasn't going to go. Our noses bumped a few times, and mine was smushed to the side against his, but I wasn't complaining. My arms were hurting from Harry holding on to my bruises, but I didn't say a word.

  "I love you, Darc'. And I think I've always known." Harry said, breaking off the kiss.

  "I think I feel the same. I think that I really do love you." I admitted. I felt like I wasn't just admitting this to Harry, but I was also admitting it out loud to myself. I truly loved Harry, and now it wasn't just an opinion. It was a solid fact.

  "You probably think it's dumb of me to give you a promise ring. I've messed up so many times before, but I don't want to do that anymore. Not with you. I want to do everything right." Harry said, kissing my knuckles. When my eyes met him, I could see a slight blush meet his cheeks.

  "No, I do too. Is yours the same as mine?" I asked, looking at his fingers. There was a thick ring on his one finger, sure enough, the same as mine only a bit bigger. Mine was still in it's box on the unmade bed. Harry smiled cheekily and grabbed the box.

  "Do you, Darcy Mae Monroe, promise to be a good person and wear this ring? That means no secretly dating Louis and you have a curfew of eight." Harry joked.

I rolled my eyes, but in all honesty I felt like I was on top of the world. And I had a pretty good feeling that I was the luckiest person in the whole world, despite everything. Because Harry was my rock, and with him I could withstand any storm.

  A/N: NO, THIS STORY IS NOT YET OVER. There are only a few chapters left :c This chapter was actually pretty fun to write. I know, it's been forever. I've been working on my teen fiction story (check it out if you'd like). Thank you all for being here for me through everything, I truly love you all, you're amazing<3

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