I Thought You Loved Me

Chapter Twelve- Gay Lies

We were all crowded into the tiny waiting room. Liam and Paul were pacing back and forth in front of Louis and I who were sitting against the wall with my head on Louis' shoulder, and Louis' head on my head. Niall was sitting in the middle of the floor with a plate of food, that he wasn't actually eating, Zayn was slumped in a chair staring blankly at the wall, Josh was sitting on the floor playing with a plant. Danielle was sitting in a chair, playing glumly with her hair, and Eleanor was sitting on the other side of me, with her head on my other shoulder. I pulled out my phone, and went on twitter, not paying any attention to the hate that was in my interactions page, and scrolled through. Yup, news about Harry's incident. I clicked on a link, and found a picture of Harry laying on the ground in a pool of blood, with his head on my lap. REALLY?? The paparazzi had to take a picture of THAT. Ugh. Take a hike, and find some rabid bears in the middle of the ocean and get eaten by them, you paparazzi.

"Um, sir? Are you here for Harry Styles?" Said a doctor, looking at Paul.

"Yes, we all are." he answered, sounding like he was in a big, deep, hole.

"Well, um, the thing is..." he said, trailing off.

"What is the thing!?!" Louis screamed jumping to his feet.

"Lou, calm down." Eleanor said to him, standing and going over to him.

"The thing is... Mr. Styles didn't make it through surgery.

"What???" Liam screamed.

I fell back to the floor, a limp noodle, and felt the hot tears streaming down my face. Louis fell to the ground next to me, and I heard the sound of a breaking plate. Looking up, my eye sight blurry through my tears, I saw Niall falling to the ground after throwing his plate. All around the room, all of us were crying. Mascara running on Danielle, Eleanor and I's faces, and everyone else's turning red.

Then, the doctor burst into laughter.

"WHAT? WHAT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY!!" Liam yelled, surprising us with his vocabulary.

"He... he's... not... actually... dead!" the doctor said, doubling over and clutching his stomach.

"You think this is funny?" Zayn yelled. "You think its funny to tell us that our best friend, and Ari's boy friend is dead, when were all worried sick about whether he survived, and then have it not be true??"

He stood up, and walked over to the doctor, standing three inches away from him.

"You think that's funny?" he asked, quiet now.

The doctor grabbed Zayn by the neck, pulled him in and full out snogged him. This was a male doctor mind you.

"Woah!" Zayn yelled, stumbling back towards us, and falling back and landing on his bum.

"Did that really just happen?" Zayn asked, looking horrified as he wiped the lip gloss from the man off of his lips. Yes, he was wearing lip gloss. It was pink. Visibly pink.

"Well, Mr. Styles is in room 114!" he said happily, giving Zayn a wink before turning around and skipping, yes, skipping, as in the thing little girls do, out of the waiting room. I'm not saying I don't skip. I still do sometimes.

"I swear, I am going to kill that man." Josh grumbled standing up from his plant.

Harry's POV

It hurt. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. It hurt. I couldn't move. It was like someone had tranquilized me, but I stayed awake. I struggled to try to move, to open my eyes, but had no such luck. I tried to open my mouth, and call out, but I couldn't make a sound. I wondered what Ari was doing right now. ARI!! Ari, please come in here!!

As if on cue, a door opened, and several pairs of feet walked in. I felt someone sit down on the side of my bed. I wanted to move. I wanted to open my eyes, and look up at her gorgeous face. Or at leat take her hand, and squeeze it. Her hand slid into mine, and she squeezed it. The door opened again, and there came a voice.

"We have to have him in a medicated coma over night, to give his body a little rest, but he will be released from it in the morning, and will be free to go the day after." said a female voice.

"Thank you." said Paul. YAY!! PAUL WAS HERE!!

The door opened and closed, and I felt someone lean over me. Her soft lips touched mine, and all I wanted to do was kiss her back. Ugh! Stupid medicated coma!

"I love you." she whispered, pulling away.

Somehow, I found the strength, and squeezed her hand.

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HEY GUYS!! I'm so very deeply sorry for the suckiness of the last chapters, and that I haven't been updating a lot, but, seeing as it's summer, I've been trying to spend time outside, because your only young and atheletic for so long. ANYWAYS, I hope you guys are enjoying all of my fanfics (I have three now), and if you havent read the other two, PLEASE DO!! Haha, that rhymed. Well, I gottsta go... so bye! Have fun!!! :D