"Father, bless this person. Keep him with us, and give him good things. Give him good life, give him back to us. Please... J-Just don't take him, not yet. In Jesus Christ's name, Amen." I whimpered against his skin, and lingered my lips on his abdomen.
I lay my head there for so long, so Goddamn long. I kept my eyes closed as I still awaited his awakening, but we were all in silence. "He's not coming back-"
"Our father, who art in heaven- hallowed be thy name," I breathed and squinted to keep my tears in, but one fell and absorbed into his skin. "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. On earth as it is in heaven-"
"Give us this day, our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses," I spoke, and kissed his skin once last time. "As we forgive them that trespass against us-"
Suddenly, Harry's body tensed. I raised my head obscurely as I gawked helplessly at him, but his back slightly arched and his throat rose before he sharply exhaled in harsh coughs. I widely smiled as dad rushed over to him, pressing his mask down further as he urged him to breathe some more.
I grasped Harry's hand as my heart went wild, pumping viciously as I couldn't smile any more. "And lead us not into temptation. But deliver us from evil-"
I squeezed his hand with enthusiam. "For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. For ever and ever... Amen."
As if on cue, we arrived at the hospital straight after. Man and dad rushed him inside and he went straight to the emergency room. I tripped at least twice as I was running after them, but I was so happy I was getting up as soon as I hit the ground.
I was told to sit in the waiting room until I was allowed to see him. I sat there impatiently, in face I so was impatient I began to walk back and forth the hallway mindlessly. Hours past, literally hours. So many people asked me if I was okay, and I had to explain to them that the blood on my hands and clothes was not mine, many times.
I just wanted him to be okay.
I was sat back at the chairs in the waiting room, my head down as I dug my fingernails into my forearms that I hid under my jacket so no one would notice. I didn't blink for the duration for two minutes, not until I saw my parents walk towards me.
"You better not be scratching." Mam batted my arms, so I put them back through the arm holes like a normal person.
"I'm not," I defended, looking up at them. "Is he okay?"
To my relief, she slowly nodded. "He's sleeping, he's alright now."
I bit my lip to hide my smile. "He died right in front of me-"
"Hey, hey," Mam assured as she took a seat next to me comfortably. "Your blessing brought him back. That's a miracle, God gave us a miracle."
"I'm sorry I tried to stop you, Harley. I just... I've never seen that happen before. He was dead, I mean- he literally was out for a long time-"
"It's fine, dad," I reassured. "I guess I just had more faith in him than you did."
They both sat either side of me, and I knew they were about to ask something I most certainly didn't want to answer. "Why did he do this to himself?"
"I-I don't know-"
"You said he took something, Harley, what did he take?" Mam softly spoke, her kind eyes connecting with mine.
I couldn't get him into trouble, but there was no getting out of it. "I can't remember what he took."
She let out an exasperated sigh as she shook her head to herself in disappointment. "I can't believe he was stupid enough to do something like that. I expected so much better from him."
"His lost his family six months ago," I attempted her to empathise, but she was was tough to crack. "He has no one."
"He had us." She responded dryly.
My face dropped slightly. "Had?"
"Yes- I-I don't know."
My heart stopped as I weakly gulped. "Don't send him back to foster care."
"He's too old for foster care, Harley. They're not going to take him back. He'll probably go to a hostel." She shrugged helplessly.
I frowned as I raised my eyebrows in search for some hope. "Don't send him away."
"Why are you so sad about it? Darling, I thought you hated him from the start?" She inquired in concern.
I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply. "I'll miss him if he goes back to England."
"He's dangerous to our family-"
"He's not. He just needs help, he needs counselling. I know he won't admit it but he needs it. There's a reason he's this way, and to turn him away now is selfish. What would God do, mam?" I cried quietly, my heart aching to see him the more I thought about him.
"Matthew?" Mam asked for a second opinion.
Dad shrugged helplessly. "Let's just hear his side of the story first."
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.