If any of you are a bit confused with certain things Harry said in the last chapter, a reread of chapter 10 & 18 might help to jog your memory. The other stuff you'll just have to wait to find out... *evil laugh*

Songs to listen to while reading:

Come out and play – Billie Eilish

The smell of antiseptic cleaners mixed with the smell of fragrance soaps stenches my nose. I hate the smell. The sound of machines beeping and quiet chatter bounces in my ear drums. I hate the sound. Cream walls, pale cement floors and blue hospital gowns cover my vision. I hate hospitals.

I feel like hospitals are filled with such negative energy. You get the small percentage of people who are happy, a baby has been born or a loved one is getting better. But then on the other hand, there are people who are grieving. There are people who don't know whether their loved ones are going to survive and today, I am one of those people.

"Niall, you need to get a fucking ambulance or something. I don't know what to do, he's going to die in my arms!" I shriek. Holding my phone between my shoulder and my ear, Harry is sat in front of me in the bath with his back to my stomach, my legs around his unconscious body while I stroke his hair out of his face with my free hand.

"Just breathe, Cara is on the phone with the hospital now. Louis will be there any second now." Niall tries to calm me down. I can hear car doors shutting in the background of the call before I end the call.

"Please don't die Harry, please." I whisper against Harry's head, closing my eyes and praying to any god that will listen for this beautiful boy to live.

I hear footsteps slapping on the wooden floors, coming closer to the bathroom. Louis appears in the doorway seconds later, breathing deeply from probably sprinting here from his house.

"Fuck, Harry." Louis says under his breath. He is still standing in the door way staring at Harry with a panicked look on his face.

Margot appears next to him, stepping into the bathroom by shoving her shoulder into Louis. "Gross, he's been sick on himself."

"Yes! He was sick because I was trying to get the drugs out of his system, you selfish bitch!" I scream, losing any sense of calmness that I was clinging on to. "Louis, get her out of here right now before I fucking lose it."

All I focus on is rocking Harry's body, stroking his hair and holding him while Louis makes Margot leave. Making sure he is comfortable because there's nothing else I can do right now.

Please don't let him die.

His breathing isn't getting better, you can't even tell that he's breathing unless you put your ear next to his mouth. It feels like I'm clinging to his body so that I don't lose him but I think I just might.

Why can't we have a moment of happiness? Why does something always come around and bite us in the ass?

I guess this is what I get for thinking we could ever live normal lives. Will we ever get that?

Louis comes back into the bathroom, kneeling next to the bath while he takes a closer look at Harry. "It's not looking good Lex..." Louis says softly, looking up at me with tears in his eyes. He looks almost as heartbroken as what I feel.

A sob cracks through my chest as I hold Harry's limp body as close as I can to my own, "Please come back to me..." I whisper repeatedly.

"Lex?" Niall interrupts my flashback. All I can think about is what has happened since I found Harry in that bathtub.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?" Niall asks, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side.

"No, I'm not Niall." I whisper, finally letting the tears go since we arrived at the hospital. My lip quivers, taking short breaths as the first whimpers leave me. Niall rests his head on top of mine, his hand rubbing up and down my back comfortingly. "He can't die Niall, he can't."

"I know, he's going to be fine. We just need to wait for the surgeons to update us." It has been over an hour since we arrived at the hospital. I keep replaying the look on the doctors and nurses faces when they saw Harry being reeled through the doors, they knew it was serious. He looked like all the blood had been drained from his body.

My eyes move to the running figures that are making their way in Niall and I's direction. Cara, Hailee and Zendaya.

I stand up, staring at them as a sob breaks through my chest. The three girls run up to me, circling me in a group hug. They hold me, whispering small affirmations to try and make me feel better.

"Harry Styles?" A deep voice behind me announces causing me to turn around.

Niall stands up and walks towards the man who looks like he has just come out of surgery. I go to take a step towards them but my body won't move. He might be here to tell us that Harry hasn't made it and I'm not ready to hear it if that is the case.

I study Niall's posture and facial expressions, waiting for any sign of relief. Angry hand gestures, furrowed eyebrows and deep breathing is all I can see.

The surgeon doesn't talk to Niall for long, he shakes his hand before walking back through the sliding door that he came out of. Niall stays standing where the surgeon left him for a few seconds, rubbing his hands over his face.

I'm petrified at this moment. I feel like someone has shoved their hands down my throat and crushed all of my organs together. I don't know what is going to happen after Niall tells me the news. I want to rush over to him and ask him how Harry is but I don't want him to tell me bad news. I want him to tell me Harry is okay. I want everything to be okay.

I feel like someone has hit my knees, that's when I realise I've fallen onto them. My body is falling weak. Harry can't die.

"Lex, he's fine. Harry is okay. You need to breathe." Niall's voice echoes into my ear, only then taking a deep breath filled with relief.

"Where is he?" I whisper, the full sense of relief not being gifted to me until I am able to see Harry is okay with my own eyes.

"They had to pump his stomach; he wasn't responding at first but they have gotten his body temperature back to a normal number now. They have stitched his arm, I think he said 15 stitches in total—" Niall starts to replay what the doctor told him.

"Stitches?" I question.

"The blood was from where he had cut himself on his arm." I hadn't even looked to see where the bleeding was coming from. I didn't realise he had hurt himself.

"I shouldn't have left him, it's my fault!" I cry, my breathing turning erratic. I feel so much guilt. Harry was there when I needed him but I wasn't there when he needed me.

"No Lex, it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. Harry is going to be fine, you need to calm yourself before your body goes into shock." Cara whispers, tucking my hair behind my ear as she kneels in front of me.

"What the fuck happened?" A voice asks from behind me, I turn my head to the side to see Zayn's figure in the corner of my eye.

"It's Harry." Niall replies, his focus still on me while he rubs his palm up and down my back.

"I know that you fucking idiot, I asked what happened." Zayn answers.

"He overdosed. That's all you need to know." Zendaya states. Leaving no room for any more questions.

"I knew he never stopped using, just a junkie like his mom."

The rage that floods through my body is indescribable, nothing I have ever felt before. I stand up instantly, shocking Niall and Cara from how fast I moved. Turning around and storming the few feet that are in between where I was kneeling previously and where Zayn is currently standing.

My hand bawling into a fist before carving through the air, smashing into the side of Zayn's nose before he was even able to register that I was standing in front of him.

"You bitch—" The tip of my Doc Martin kicking his shin with as much strength as my leg can muster causing him to fall to his knees from the impact.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I yell down at Zayn's kneeling body. He is cradling his nose, blood trickling down his chin onto his shirt.

"You're psycho!"

"And you're pathetic..." I am able to get one last slap across his face, the blood from his nose and mouth sprinkling on the wall next to him before my body is being carried backwards. I try and fight to get back to Zayn but my feet aren't on the ground anymore.

"You're causing a scene. People are staring. We do not need the police coming Lex." Louis' voice explains in a hushed tone into my ear. My body turning limp and my yelling ceases at what he has just made me realise.

I hadn't even thought about the fact that we had to leave the compound. The doctor and surgeons weren't on duty in the compound and would have taken too long so Niall suggested we went to one that was five minutes away. We are all on the outside. None of these people are members of Aggrandize.

All of that, and I have no urge to escape. I have no urge to tell any of the doctors or nurses pacing around this hospital that I was kidnapped almost two months ago. I have the urge to stay until I can leave with a healthy Harry and go back home, together.

Our home.

"Niall will sort Zayn out." Louis starts, gently putting my body down so that I am standing on the ground again. We're in a waiting room now. "You just need to sit down and breathe. Your body is in shock from all of the emotions you have been through in the past couple of hours. Can you sit down for me? I need to look at your hand..." He guides me by my shoulders until the backs of my knees hit a chair. I sit down, my head resting on the wall behind me.

"I feel so guilty Louis." I reveal, stating the thought that is eating through my brain like a parasite.

Louis takes my hand into his own while he kneels down in front of me, bending my fingers causing me to wince at the feeling. I forgot I actually punched Zayn but my split knuckles are a painful reminder. "It's not your fault. It was Harry's decision; you can't control what he does."

I focus on the feeling of my chest rising and falling, hoping that Harry's is doing the same wherever he is in this hospital building. "Your fingers aren't broken, which is a good thing. Just need to get some stuff to clean your knuckles and some bandages, I'll be right back. Stay here okay?" Louis explains, walking towards the door to exit the waiting room.

"And Lex?" He calls out, before closing the door behind him. I hang my head in his direction, the back of my head still leaning on the wall.

"You've hit Harry and Zayn now. Remind me not to piss you off so I'm not next, yeah?" Louis jokes, winking before he closes the door. A small smile grows onto my face.

I close my eyes, enjoying the silence that the room brings and sigh deeply. I just hope Harry's okay.

I don't think I would survive it if he isn't...

Authors note:

Don't mind me using vampire diaries gifs throughout this chapter lol.

You gorgeous human beings did it again. You got me to 11K... thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you.

Here's to my favourite holiday. Happy Halloween!

See you in the next one!

~Jess💜