Harry's POV

The police came and dragged Jaser's sorry ass into the cruiser. I watched helplessly as Lily's limp body was loaded into the back of a nearby ambulance on a stretcher.

One of the workers popped his head out, "Does she have any family here to ride with her in the back to the hospital?"

All the lads turned their heads to me, urging me to go. I swallowed the lump in my throat and stuck my hand up in the sky, getting the worker's attention.

"I'm her boyfriend." I told him with a slightly shaking voice.

He paused for a moment, probably thinking "That's not really family..."

He soon shook it off and shrugged his shoulders to the other worker in the ambulance. "Come into the back."

I looked back at the lads, as if I was saying a goodbye, and hoisted myself into the back of the vehicle.

I sat beside Lily, taking her hand into my two. Tears began falling down my cheeks as I watched her chest slowly rise up and crumble down. I kissed her hands, "You'll be okay." I whispered more to myself.

One of the workers looked up from his knees and at me with his big brown eyes while the other did a checkup on Lily, searching for warning signs that could indicate she was going onto her death bed. The paramedic and I exchanged looks. His consisted of sorriness, like he felt guilty that I had to sit back and watch my girlfriend with the possibility that she may never wake up, and mine consisted of astonishment and sorriness as well. He had to witness the aftermath of people getting injured, having terrible medical problems, and dying on a daily basis. And he had to witness the loved ones losing and being near losing someone who means the world to them. 

I don't understand how he could do that, every single day he had to go to work.

"She is stable," The other worker spoke again, sitting in his seat as he wiped off sweat from his forehead. 

The one who had been looking at me let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back into his seat and relaxed a little more. He gave me a quick reassuring smile before he closed his eyes for a moment.

It was going to be a long ride since we were so far from the hospital in the city. About forty-five minute drive, or so what I was told.

Even though they said she would most likely be okay even if they took their time.

But you never know what could happen in forty-five minutes.

"Close your eyes, kid. You look like you could use a break." The one who had done the checkup spoke.

He had blue eyes and blonde hair that was like Zac Efron's. He looked like 35 while the other one who had been looking at me with he brown eyes looked very young. He could've passed off for my age.

"Yeah, rest up. You're going to need it." The younger worker said, "It may be a long night, because you never know what could happen."

On that slightly unsettling note, I closed my eyes and shuffled uncomfortably into a little huddle on the seat.

I kept my hand on Lily's, using my thumb to rub the back of her hand in small little circles as if I was soothing her.

But it was me who needed the soothing.

*

Once we got to the hospital, I was pushed immediately into the waiting room and separated from Lily.

It was late, almost midnight in fact, and there weren't too many people in the waiting room. Which was nice, because this night I just wasn't feeling the whole "Omfg, you're Harry Styles why are you at the hospital, can I have your autograph, I love you so much." thing.

There was a small girl with loose, frizzy red curls spiraling from the top of her head and down almost to the mid of her back. Her pale white skin was dotted with little freckles along the bridge of her nose and her bright green eyes like mine were piercing, almost fairytale like. She was sitting on the chair by herself in a corner. She looked up at me, her eyes electric and almost blinding.

I gave her a small smile and she quickly hopped off the chair in the corner and into the one beside me.

"You're in that band right? Wonderaction?" She asked with a sweet, innocent Irish accent. More innocent than Niall, if that was even possible.

"One Direction," I chuckled whilst her eyes grew big.

"I've heard about you, you're famous?" She asked, twiddling her thumbs.

"I guess you could say that," I replied, hiding my laughter with a small cough. She nodded to herself, taking it all in.

"My name is Darcy," She started speaking again, "And I like grapes." She stated while shaking my hand.

"My name is Harry," I engulfed her tiny hand in mine and shook very, very gently, "And I like singing." I ended it off.

"Why are you here?" She asked another question, her eyes riddled with excitement as she must have been here a while without anything to do.

"My girlfriend got hurt," I said simply, not wanting to go into detail. "Why are you here?" I asked her this time.

"My sister is here with me, over there," She pointed to a girl, who was probably 16, and sleeping on one of the chairs across the room. She had the exact same features as Darcy, except she was obviously older. Her body was huddled, back against the back of the chair. Her hair cascaded to the front of her face, framing her angelic face as her breaths remained slow and relaxed while she slept.

The little girl, Darcy, shrugged and continued, "My mommy is sick again, and my daddy isn't here anymore."

I felt my heart drop in the pit of my stomach. 

"How old are you?" I asked her.

"I'm four," She said playing with the skirt of her dress. She stayed quiet for a bit before saying, "I hope my mommy is okay. She'll be okay, right?" Her eys turned to me and looked into mine for what felt like the longest time.

A nurse came in and tapped me on the shoulder with her finger, "Excuse me, are you Harry Styles?" She asked.

"I am," I stood up, "Is Lily okay? She's okay right? Can I see her, oh, are the rest of the guys here?" This was probably the fastest I've ever spoken before. "Can I see her, please?"

"Oh, no," She rubbed her neck with the palm of her hand, "Well, I just wanted you to sign this for my daughter. She's a huge fan and I just thought she would like it since I'm working late shift tonight." She said with guilt.

I sighed, disappointed that it wasn't news about my girl. None the less, I signed the paper she had on her clipboard and she went off back to the desk to talk with the secretary.

I sunk back into my seat as the little girl watched my every move. She studied my chest as I took a long breath and breathed out with a sigh. 

"You really love your girlfriend, don't you?" She asked in a quiet whisper, trying to not make too much noise.

A sad smile sprawled across my face as my head dipped into a small nod, "Yeah, I think I do." I spoke.

"It reminds me of when my daddy used to look at my mommy, you know, before she got sick." She got comfortable, and I could tell she was about to tell me a story.

"My mommy got real sick, like really bad. She couldn't take me on walks to the park anymore, or make me tea. And my daddy got real sad and left one day. He gave me a little kiss right here," She pointed to the middle of her forehead.

"And then he said goodbye and went outside of the house," She paused and sniffled, scrunching her nose up.

"Who's been taking care of you?" I asked.

"Her," She pointed to her sister, who was still fast asleep. "I don't have family here, mommy said they're all in Ireland."

"Oh," was all I could get out. I looked at her and she smiled sadly at her knees. "The man said that a new family will have to take her soon."

"Her?" I asked in confusion. Only the older one? That was odd, usually they would get the little one a family first, or, that's what I saw in movies.

"I already am with my family," Darcy explained, not spending too much on detail. She turned her gaze back to her sister for a moment before returning it back to me.

"Are you sad?" She asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

I nodded, looking at her. "Yeah, just a little." I lied.

"Well, don't be sad, because everything will be all better, I promise." She grabbed my hand and pulled my arm over to her. She connected out pinkies, and smiled. "I promise."

She released me and pushed my arm back over to my lap, giving me one more smile. 

My eyes fell, gazing at my knees.

I felt bad for her, and I wanted to help so bad. Maybe I could adopt her... No, thats crazy, you're barely grown yourself, Harry. You cannot care for a kid. With tours, rehearsals, Lily, the boys, magazines and tabloids, you are not going to be able to keep her happy and healthy.

Hell, I bet you can't even babysit her.

She started singing, her voice was like an angel, too perfect to be human. It was like magic, the most perfect song ever to be made. Yet, I couldn't put my fingers on it.

What song could this be? I've never heard it before, and surely, if it was produced, it would have been famous and made millions, I mean, not only the lyrics themselves were perfection, the melody, the voice, everything. 

It seemed all too good to be real.

"Your hand fits in mine, like it made just for me.

But bear this in mind, it was meant to be.

And I'm joining up the dots, with the freckles on your cheeks, and it all makes sense to me.

I know you never loved, the crinkles by your eyes when you smile,

You've never loved, your stomach or your thighs,

Or the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine,

But I love them endlessly."

As if a spell had been casted over me, my eyes became heavy and my vision started to blur out as if I was looking at things from underneath a sea of saltwater. I blinked a few times, trying to fight it off.

The little girl stopped singing in a hushed "Darling, she'll be okay." which obviously not a part of this song. She smiled and closed my eyes for me, brushing her fingertips over my eyelids, effortlessly, and I was pulled into a deep, black hole.

*

A hand shook my shoulder lightly, "Wake up, Harry. We're here, Harry, wake up." it repeated on and on, ringing me from my deep sleep, probably the best sleep I've had in my entire life. 

I looked up and saw Louis peering over me, smiling through the cut on his upper lip that I hadn't noticed before. I guess we hadn't been standing close enough for me to see it.

Zayn had a small cut on his forehead, nothing he couldn't handle, although, his arm had a nasty looking bruise forming. And Liam, he must've taken the biggest and most painful hits out of our group, but his face hadn't been scratched. In fact, besides the dark under eye circles weighing his face down, you'd think nothing would have happened.

But whilst I was in my thoughts of tending to everyone's injuries, I had then realised, the little girl who sung me to sleep, who had such a sad story, was gone, but her sister remained there on the chairs, still asleep.

"What?" I panicked a little, "Where is she, she was just here, whats going on where, how- what?" I gave out in my breath, everyone was looking at me now.

The boys were huddled around me in a semi-circle, and they had a worrisome look plastered on their faces, almost frightened. 

Liam reached out and put a hand on my knee, "Mate, are you okay?" he whispered, trying to calm me down and attempting to get me to lower my voice.

"Sir, is everything all right?" A nurse approached our group, placing a hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me as well. She was the same one from earlier, I believe.

"The little girl, where did she go?" I asked in a helpless tone as they all stared at me with large eyes, the fear was starting to glisten.

"What little girl?" She asked.

"Her sister," I pointed to the teen girl who was asleep on the chairs.

"Her little sister, mam." I explained.

"She came by herself, there was no such girl." The nurse gave me a sad half smile, more on the pity side.

"But her little sister.." I said to myself. I'm not crazy, there was a little girl. She told me her story and she was sad for her sister, she was just sad. And I wanted to help but I didn't know how.

The nurse bit her lip, as if she was arguing with herself on what to tell me. She opened her mouth and spoke gently. "Her little sister died three months ago, Mr. Styles." She admitted.

I felt my heart drop. Not only from feeling sorry, and feeling bad for her, but also at the thought of me seeing dead people? Perhaps I was going insane.

"This isn't my information to share, but her sister died on that seat in this very waiting room. You see, she was ill. I won't give you too much detail, but the night her family had come, the rooms were all full with people the doctors thought were far more serious, and she passed on in that seat." She pointed to the chair that the teenager was sleeping on.

The boys looked confused, but they knew something was wrong, and maybe they though that I was going crazy too.

The nurse turned to me and looked at the groud in sorrow, "And now, her mother is dying from a vicious cancer and-"

"You didn't say anything about death." An angered voice errupted from the other side of the waiting room.

We all turned our attention to the girl who had been sleeping. She was now sitting up straight, furious.

Her pale white skin was flushed with red, her hands were by her side balled up into tight fists as she shook with anger.

"How dare you," She started to yell at the nurse. "How dare you tell a bunch of strangers the truth about my mother, when you didn't tell me?"

"I was told not to, Ms. Brennan, I apologise but you are just a child, and this information would be shared with your guardian."

"My mother is my guardian, I deserved to know." She growled, getting up.

"Did you have a sister, named Darcy?" I blurted, covering my mouth afterwards.

The anger in her eyes instantly was washed away and replaced by tears that were daring to spill over. Her hands loosened, and she lowered her head and nodded, looking at the distance ground.

"Yes, yes I did." She replied, choking back on tears. Her hand was in a ball at her mouth, the sleeve of her sweater concealing a fraction of her small face as it started to become a red tint again.

I got up from my seat, walked over to her so we were face to face. She fell into my arms like dough. and I hugged her.

"How did you know?" She choked.

"I just had a feeling." I said simply, which surprisingly, she took well.

Guess she was just too tired to ask questions.