Little Things

Chapter 24

I went back and forth between the hospital and home for almost a week. By the fifth day, I was starting to lose hope.

"Have you tried praying?" my mom asked me when she came to watch Elizabeth.

"You know I haven't been to church since I was 15, Mom. Prayer and church aren't for me," I replied.

"Prayer works," she said.

"How do you know?"

"Because I've still got you."

That was enough to land me in my parents' church that afternoon. I sat in one of the pews, staring up at the stained glass windows. I remembered all of the Sunday's I spent in that same pew as a child, wondering why I was even there. I still didn't know why I was there, but I figured praying was worth a shot.

"Uh, hi, God. I don't know if you're listening, or if you're even real, but I'm here. Talking to you. I know it's been a while since I've been here, but I need a favor. My boyfriend is in a coma, and I need him to wake up. He's saved me from myself and gotten me through a lot. And we've got a daughter, which I know you don't approve of since we aren't married, but I really need him to wake up. I need him. I don't what to think about what I'd do without him. I've never asked you for anything. I'm just asking for this one thing."

I took a shaky breath, wiping at my eyes.

"If you save Harry, like if he wakes up, I'll start coming to church again," I choked out.

I got up and walked out of the church and got into my car. I drove back to the hospital and went in to sit in Harry's room. It was just me today, which was tough because I didn't have anyone to talk to. I took Harry's limp hand in mine and kissed it.

"Harry, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand," I said.

Nothing.

"Come on baby," I pleaded, tears falling out of my eyes.

Still nothing.

"Please Harry. Just squeeze my hand. I need you to wake up, so squeeze my hand," I sobbed.

As I sobbed, I felt Harry's hand move in mine.

"Harry?" I asked, shaking with excitement. "Squeeze my hand, baby."

It took a few seconds, but he did it. He squeezed my hand. His green eyes fluttered open.

"Harry! Oh my god," I cried, kissing his hand.

He opened his mouth to speak but I shushed him. I ran outside to the desk with the nurses.

"Hi, my boyfriend just woke up from his coma," I said, trying to catch my breath.

"I'll page his doctor right away. What's his name?" one of the nurses asked.

"Harry Styles," I answered.

"Okay, ma'am, the doctor will be in there soon."

I went back into Harry's room and saw him sitting up.

"Hi," I said.

"Sara? What happened to me?" Harry asked, his voice raspier than usual.

I sat in the chair next to him and took his hand.

"You don't remember?" I asked.