Forever

twenty-four.

warning: this book is going in deep construction, every chapter will be changed so I advice you not to continue reading until I have finished editing. you have been warned. in the meantime, please do check out my other fanfic, Shattered. the more reads it gets, the more likely I'll update these chapters :)

Chapter 25 and we're done :(

BUT DON'T FORGET TO READ THE EPILOGUE AND THE THANK YOU PART. WILL HOPEFULLY BE POSTED BY FEBRUARY 28.

ITS NOT LONG BUT ITS CUTE. 25 WILL BE LONG.

Harry's POV

I stared at her hopeless body, no soul shown as she laid there, not having a single clue what was happening.

My poor, innocent Isabelle, had been laying there for about an hour.

I cried on the bed, holding her hand. Was she in a comma?

I couldn't even bare thinking about it. What would I do without Isabelle?

Would I still have to go on tour and just leave her helpless body here until she wakes up?

The doors opened, her mum arrived.

"Hi Mrs. James," I sniffled.

She looked at me, and then back at Isabelle.

"Oh, Harry, call me Delilah," she weakly smiled.

I got up and let her sit in the chair, but she just fell into my arms.

"What if she goes?" she sobbed into my chest.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't cry along either - I'd have to be the father figure - the one that both Delilah and Isabelle didn't have any longer.

I began rubbing her head, and sat her down.

She sobbed into her hands. I pulled up a chair and grabbed one of them.

"It'll be alright, Mrs - Delilah. She'll wake up."

"I h-hope so .. She can't leave - not the way her father did." She sobbed louder.

I didn't know what to do at this point. How could she be so stuck on the idea that Isabelle was leaving?

"I'll give you some time with her, yeah?" I let go, placing it back on Isabelle's.

"That'd be lovely," she nodded and stared at Isabelle.

I nodded, and kissed Isabelle's colorless cheek - they'd usually be rosy.

I left and saw everyone else - Daniella sleeping silently on Niall's chest, Niall holding onto Mandy's trembling hand, Perrie leaning on Zayn's shoulder, Eleanor shaking her head as Louis whispered into her ear. Liam sitting by himself, staring blankly at the wall?

Where was Tessa?

"Hey," he looked up. "Where's Tessa?"

"Forget about her. How's Isabelle?" he moved down a seat.

"She's .. " I couldn't find any word that could describe her condition.

"It'll be okay," he patted my thigh.

"I hope so.." I mumbled.

I hope so

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"Dad?" I breathed, looking at his pale skin tone. His eyes fluttered open.

Those glimmering blue irises weren't there no longer. For it had been replaced with a grey tone - showing no life whatsoever.