Harry's POV

I slipped the phone into my pocket, for safe keeping.

I rubbed my temples harshly, trying to control my emotions. Why did she have to be the one in the hospital? It should've been me. 

"Lily, I know you can't hear me. Or maybe you can. I'm not too sure, but..." I bit my lip. I felt silly. I was just talking to myself.

Like it would help. The doctor was probably bullshitting me.

I sighed heavily in frustration. 

Why can't this be easy? Why can't I just, snap my fingers and wake her up? Why can't I fucking get her to open her eyes?

I ran my hand through my curls, trying to calm myself down. My angry side was starting to come out, and I didn't like it.

"Lily. I love you. And it would be the biggest miracle if you even moved a finger. It would be the biggest miracle if I could say I love you to you just one more time. I never got to tell you. I think I'm in love with you, and then this happens," I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to keep the tears away, "Its all my fucking fault."

"Mr. Styles, I think it is time for you to leave." The nurse suggested.

I shook my head slowly, "I can't-"

"You're too distraught, you need a break. This isn't healthy and you'll probably put yourself into a coma." She teased lightly at the end.

"The rest of your friends are waiting outside the room for you, maybe a walk will improve things." She tried.

I glanced at Lily from the corner of my eye. Still nothing.

"The doctor strongly suggests it." She said sternly.

I returned my gaze to the nurse, and I nodded. Maybe a walk would help me think of something to wake her up.

*

I was having a miserable time with the lads. Not that they made me upset or anything, but I was too engulfed in the thought of Lily. I feel like I may have an anxiety attack.

Well, I've never had one before, but a friend of mine back in year 9 had one during class, and it was horrific. She explained that it feels like you're dying. You're sick, your heart is racing, and you shake without any control. You get hot and cold flashes and a bunch of other things.

Anyways, the lads tried to help me get my mind off things. They offered to buy me lunch, to take me to the cafe just across the street, and a whole list of other things. We were sitting in the cafeteria part of the hospital. It was one of the more safer places, since it was the part where thjey closed off for us. Not that it was just us, but they had security at the entrance to make sure no crazed fans would be clawing at our feet for a picture. It was only us and an elderly woman picking at her oatmeal.

The boys continued to threw ideas at me.

I tried my best to be polite, and to say "No thanks, I'm fine." in the nicest way possible while still sounding fine. Although, telling by their faces every time I rejected them, they were not convinced.

They still were trying to think of things to help me get my mind off things when I spoke up, making them dead silence, "Guys?". All the eyes were on me, and Liam spoke with a tone of victory and relief, "You made up you're mind on what you want to do?"

They smiled at me, with large toothy grins that I hadn't seen in what felt like ages. Like they were finally happy again.

And as much as I wanted to say  "Can we go back?" I just couldn't bring myself to let the words out. I knew that as soon as I'd say it, their faces would drop to the ground and they'd all look at each other with defeat. Liam would sigh heavily and look at the boys with a "Well, we tried" glint in his eyes and they would all trudge behind me as we made our way back to the hospital room.

I choked back the words sitting in my throat and exchanged them for "I could really use a coffee right now." I hesitantly paused, waiting for their reactions.

Liam clapped his hands together and rubbed them as a smile over took his face. "Well lets go to Starbucks." He announced happily.

All the frowns turned upside in an instant and even Niall seemed happier now that I had said what I said.

"Lets go, what are we waiting for?" Louis shouted and flung his arms around Zayn's shoulder and my neck.

"Should we get Paul?" Zayn asked.

I shook my head, not wanting to waste more time. If I just get my coffee, we can leave and go back to the hospital and I'll get to see Lily.

*

Lily's POV

My eyes were open but everything was black.

Whats going on? Oh god, I could feel my eyes opening and closing, but I couldn't see anything but the colour black.

I felt like someone had taken my ability to see away from me.

I closed my eyes for a second, as I felt super drowsy. The whole world seemed to melt around me . I didn't feel scared, just numb and sleepy. I felt like my brain was being pulled in and out of reality. I felt warm and fuzzy.

Then, like a flash of light, everything came flooding back to me. Every sense I had in my body hit me like lightning. Everything tingled, from my fingertips to my toes to the tip top og my head. Memories, Harry, the boys, Australia, the tour, Jasper, everything. From every touch to every aching pain to every word and glance. I As if I was reliving these moments again in the time span of someone snapping their fingers.

When I opened my eyes again, a bright white room overwhelmed me.

"Well, someone is finally awake," The doctor smirked as he wrote on his clipboard.

I looked around, scanning the room, and letting my eyes fall in disappointment.

The boys weren't anywhere. They didn't wait for me to even wake up? What if I've been out for months and they've left me here. Oh my god, do my parents even know? Why aren't they here?

"Where are the boys?" Was the first thing to come out of my mouth.

The doctor glanced at me from the corner of his eye, a glint of guilt flickered as he turned his gaze to me. "I know you're probably cunfused and worried, darling, I understand. But," He hesitated, "I'm sure they'll back soon."

His Australian accent reminded me that I was in a whole different part of the world.

"Get some rest," He said before closing the door behind him, leaving me in the room by myself, more confused than ever.

Minutes passed and they weighed on my shoulders as if they were hours, maing my knees ache as if I had been standing for hours.

I've never felt so alone in my entire life.