Here's To The Past (A Harry Styles Story)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sam POV

Ever since that incident on the way to the cafe that was about a week ago, Harry wouldn't really let me go outside without him. I knew where he was coming from though, i wasn't ready for all of that and i didn't think that it would be that bad. But the way that Harry was being overprotective was kind of crowding and kind of annoying.

"Sam," he said as he poked his head into the living room.

"I'm going out with the lads, important meeting. Will you be alright for a couple hours?"

"Yes Haz, I'll be fine. Go."

"I can call someone like El or-"

 I gave him that look and then that made him shut up. He just smiled, kissed me on top of my head and walked out the door. I sighed in relief. I did love having Harry around and all but sometimes i did need my space and i haven't been able to have it since i got back. So all i did was walk around the house and just look at things. It was kinda weird to start viewing things differentlty but i had to. Just the things i was coping with and how to handle them. 

I don't know how long i was doing that but at some point, i began to get bored. I tried turning on the tv to see if anything was worth watching but with no avail. Going out wasn't an option being with all the people waiting for a picture of me and to caption it something crazy. Something was poking me in the back of my head, a thought if you will. It was a scary, dark thought that i tried to push back, tried to keep out of my mind. This was one of the reasons why i shouldn't have been left alone to be caught up in my thoughts. I thought i could handle it but it was crowding, covering me in black, slowly creeping up my legs till it was around my neck, choking me. I frantically began looking for my pills, stumbling into the bathroom and finding them by the sink, only having them to be knocked down the drain. Cursing, i ran to my phone trying to dial Harry's number as fast as i could before everything went black.

Before i took my last breath. 

Harry POV

"Shit," i said under my breath as my car keys fell to the gravel, stalling me even more from getting into the car and getting home. I heard footsteps behind me and i knew it could only be the lads. As i picked up my keys and unlocked the door, all 5 of us piled into the car, Niall right beside me in the front seat. No one spoke as i turned the car on; there was no time for questions. I peeled out of the parking lot and headed straight for my apartment. 

"Haz," Niall said next to me. "Haz, slow down."

"I can't Niall," I said a little too harshly. 

"Haz, we know you want to get to Sam. But you need to stay out of jail in order to do that," Zayn added in the background. 

I sighed. 

I loosened my grip on the wheel and slowed down, only a little bit. It felt like forever once we got to the apartment. I didn't even turn off the car, just ran inside, passing all of the emergency response people and ran into my flat. The scene was horrible. Everything was a mess and thrown around. I ran my fingers through my hair, taking the hairspray out that Lou worked so hard to do. Sam was no where to be found, just a lot of cops and paramedics. I knelt on the floor, tears streaming down my face. Why did i leave her alone? Why didn't i call someone to keep her company? Why didn't i do anything?

There was a supporting hand on my back but i was too weak to shrug it off. Soon the lads were around me, all hugging me and letting me cry on their shoulders. All i could think about was how alone Sam must've felt, how fragile and off she must've felt. And i wasn't there to help her, to brush the hair out of her face and go through it with her just so that she wasn't alone, just so she knew she had someone there. I don't know how long i sat there and cried but the lads were still there, still holding onto me tightly. 

"Mr. Styles."

An officer came up to me and held his hand out, helping me up.

"I know it's a bit early to ask this but did you know how bad she had it?"

I nodded my head. 

"She was in rehab, treatment if you'd call it, trying to get better. She had medicine, but i don't know why she didn't take it."

"Well she did make it to where the pills were. Looks like the bottle fell and the pills ended up in the sink."

I nodded my head. At least i found out that she tried.

"Does anyone know what happened to her? Where she is?"

"She's on her way to the hospital," the officer said, looking down at his notepad. "She's in a coma."

My throat closed up. 

"Are we allowed to go see her," Liam asked from behind me. 

"You can go to the hospital, i don't know if you can see her yet. You'd have to ask one of the nurses once you get there."

I nodded my head. 

"Thank you sir."

So we took off for the hospital; all of us craming into my car and took off for the hospital. Ignoring all the paps, we barged into the hospital, going right to the desk. 

"You're....you're," the nurse stuttered. She looked to be a little bit older than i, maybe around Louis's age but young just the same. She covered her mouth, 

"We're looking for Samantha Shelley," I said, trying not to waste any time.

"Of course, od course," she said as she began to dig through some papers. "Room 405 on the 4th floor. The elevator is just on your right."

"Thank you," we all said in unison. If she didn't pass out before, she was about to right now. Good thing she worked in the hospital. 

We proceeded to the elevator, going up until we reached the 4th floor. Following down the long hallway, all you could hear was coughing and smell death all around. I never really liked hospitals for those such reasons. Once we reached her room, i placed my hand on the doorknob, making the door creak open slowly. 

"We'll let you go in on your own," Louis said as he was leaning on the opposite wall. 

I nodded my head, taking a deep breath to prepare myself for the image i was about to see.

I walked up to her bed, the tears already starting to fall down my puffy cheeks. Sam had tubs running everywhere from her arms to even one in her mouth. I pulled up a chair beside her bed, taking her cold small hand into mine rubbing my thumb over her skin. Even in this state, she still looked perfect. Her eyes were closed and her long eyelashes were fanned out on her cheekbones. I pushed her hair out of her face, watching it fall down to her side. No one knew how long she would be in this coma, or the damage that would take place when she wakes up, if she wakes up. I don't want to seem like a downer but i had to think of the possibilites. I didn't want to think of the worst but it was a possibility. 

There was a knock on the door. I turned my head and saw Eleanor standing there, holding onto Louis for support. She was quiet, just like we all were and her eyes were glossy. She slowly made her way over here, looking back at Louis each time she got closer. He only rubbed the back of his neck, his head low. She placed her hand on my back, nodding at me trying to send me a reassuring smile. Right then i broke down, placing my head onto the covers and crying for about the 3rd time today. I couldn't be strong anymore and i knew that most of this was my fault. I should've had someone keep her company, should've at least stayed for one more day or took her with me. 

"Harry," El's high pitched voice echoed thorughout the 4 white walls. "Harry, you can't blame yourself, love."

"But it is my fault," i sniffed. "I shouldn't have left her alone"

"There was no way you could've prevented this, Harry. She would've had to be on her own sooner or later. You and I both know that Sam is strong. She'll wake up and pull through. All we have to do is wait."

Waiting was all i could do. I vowed i would visit her everyday, live in the hospital with her until the day she wakes up. But who could've predicted what happened next?