Hideaway [h.s]

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Harry Styles

"I'm sorry Mr. Styles, she didn't make it." The doctors words were like an echo as he stood steps in front of me with that tired look on his face. Briar was screaming in my arms as I had her against my chest, bouncing her a bit.

"N-no, there has to be a mistake." I choke on my words, feeling my eyes water.

"There was too much blood, we did all that we could." He says back seldom.

"No, No!" I scream, just making Briar cry louder. "Try fucking harder god damnit!"

"Mr. Styles there's nothing we can do- she's gone." He murmurs while Briar balls her eyes out.

I hand Briar too the doctor quickly, then start sprinting down the hallway- feeling my throat run hitched. My chest pounded with a broken heart as I ran all the way to the surgical floor of the hospital, not even feeling myself breathe anymore.

I bursted into O.R three, coming face to face with an empty room where just Amelia laid on the table.

Deceased and alone.

I froze in my spot, feeling my blood run frigid and my fingers go numb. I swallowed the lump in my throat, staring at the love of my life laying lifeless at the other end of the room. My feet slowly walked up to her, my legs aching from the movements and when I reached her table side..

I was crushed.

My eyes instantly showered tears and I choked out a cry, breathing through my parted lips as I felt like I was going to be sick. Her skin was pale as a ghost and her lips were nearly blue. Her eyes that were once warm and glowing, were shut by her icy eyelids. Her hair was all tucked behind her ears and under her back, like someone brushed it out like that.

I placed my hand on her cold forehead, starting to cry my eyes out as I couldn't keep it in. I fell my forehead to her throat, knowing that I lost her forever. Everything we've done, everything we've been through, was now just nothing but memories.

I pulled myself back up and looked at her drained peaceful face, feeling every last piece of my heart break.

"I'm s-so sorry Am-Amelia." I balled, choking on my words while my cheeks were blanketed in tears.

Her eyes snapped open, displaying how they were ice blue- staring right at me as if she was burning right into my soul. And when she opened her mouth, all I heard was a demonic whisper.

"Why did you do this to me Harry?"

"Harry!" The voice made me shoot my eyes open and be welcomed by a tall body frame as I was sleeping in a hard hospital chair.

The light invaded my eyes as I squinted up and saw Louis standing in front of my feet, looking down at me with his hand on my shoulder.

"I came in to see how everything's going but you looked like you were having a nightmare." He tells me but I was barely listening, I instead was scanning the room with my eyes too see that Amelia's bed was still missing, meaning she was still in surgery.

It was just a dream - a nightmare.

"What time is it?" I ask while sitting up straight and looking at Briar sleeping in the clear hospital bassinet to my right.