Lost Love [H.S]

eighty six

2 April 2022

"Harry's just woken up, we're just sorting everything out but feel free to come back up and see him."

Hearing Dr Holly's voice through my phone giving me the news I've waited almost two months to hear and it felt like an invisible weight has been lifted off of my chest and I could finally take the deep breath I have been chasing.

So much relief just coursed through my entire body as soon as she told me, I felt like I could slump down in my chair and just cry in utter happiness, utter relief.

Now he's awake I know he's alive, that I can talk to him, show him pictures and hold him in my arms where he should be.

I'm trying not to cry.

Niall's looking at me with concern all over his gentle features, wondering who's on the phone and probably why I look so stunned and emotional.

I whisper out a thank you, surprised my voice works because my throat is burning from holding my emotions back. With a slightly shaky hand I bring my phone away from my ear and hang up, keeping my eyes on Niall who's calmly waiting for me to speak before he does.

"Harry's awake."

Niall's eyes widen, lips parting as he stares at me like I've said the most ridiculous thing in the world. I honestly can't believe it because he was asleep when I saw him twenty minutes ago. How has his condition changed so drastically in such a short period of time?

"Like actually?" He sounds confused, like he doesn't quite believe me. "Seriously?"

I nod my head, "Holly just rang and said he's woken up."

"Go." Niall laughs softly in disbelief, "go see him." A massive smile spreads over Niall's lips, his nose scrunching up in happiness.

In a slight fluster, I slide my chair out and stand up from my chair. "Are you comi-"

Niall shakes his head straight away, "we'll stay here for a bit longer, go see him Adster." He looks ecstatic, so fucking elated and he's happy for me, happy that I finally get to be reunited with Harry, my soulmate.

"I'll text you." I tell him, beginning to back away from the table while the three of them watch me with smiles. The girls both look super happy, probably super excited to see their Daddy later today.

I hope he's okay, that he's not in pain and I hope he doesn't think I'm not here.

I hope he can remember me.

I know that there's a slight chance he might not remember things right away so I'm preparing myself for that outcome just in case. I just need to see him, see his sweet dimpled smile, his deep green eyes, hear the cheeky comments leave his lips and fill the lonely hole wounded in my heart.