~Dancing with Style(s)~

Chapter Five(:

"That wasn't my idea Harry. I'm so sorry," he sobbed.

"I know. I know."

As soon as I was steady on my feet, Louis ran the other way, his eyes still filled with tears. I dragged myself back to the dining room, holding my side. My hand was covered in blood. My eyes began to fill with tears when Dana saw me. She smiled, but then worried filled her face. She ran over to me as I fell to the ground once more.

"Harry?! Harry, what happened?! Harry?!"

"Dana," I said, handing her my keys. "Hospital. Now."

I coughed, and it felt like I had just coughed up a lung. I put my hand over my mouth and saw that I was coughing up blood. I got to my feet again, Dana holding me up.

"Hold on, babe. I'll get you there. Stay with me."

The whole drive to the hospital she yelled at me.

"I'm not." Cough. "I'm not deaf Dana."

"I don't want you falling asleep on me," she whined. "I can't lose you."

A tear rolled down her face.

"Don't. Please."

More tears.

Then, it came to me. The song I've written for her. The one I planned on posting. I can sing it to her. She'll never know until I post it. I have to. I sat up and grabbed her hand.

"Your hand fits in mine

Like it's made just for me

But bear this in mind

It was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me," I weakly sang.

"Harry, what are you-"

"I know you've never loved

The crinkles by your eyes

W-when you s-smile," I sang quietly. My words began to fade and so did my vision.

"Harry?!"

I couldn't say a thing.

"Harry please!"

She shook my hand violently.

"Stay awake! Keep singing!"

Then I closed my eyes. Her hand was still intertwined with mine. I smiled and fell asleep. Sleep... Sleep... Sleep...

*Dana's P.O.V*

I don't know what happened to him. He came back from the bathroom holding his side and coughing up blood. He wouldn't tell me anything. Except to take him to the hospital. I did. I also cried on the way. I cried so much.

"Harry please don't fall asleep!" I yelled at him. It looked like he kept trying to fall asleep on me.

"I'm not..."

He violently coughed.

"I'm not deaf," he said with a weak smile.

"I don't want you falling asleep on me," I whined. Tears began to roll down my face. "I can't lose you."

"Don't. Please," he whispered.

I couldn't help it. More tears ran uncontrollably down my face. After a minute, he grabbed my hand and smiled.

"Your hand fits in mine

Like it's made just for me

But bear this in mind