"She's not- she can't be-"
I stammer, my entire body frozen.
Louis just nods and takes me into a hug.
That's when it hits me.
She's gone.
"No. No. No." I sob into his shoulder.
I'm crying so hard, I fall into a fit of coughing.
"She's not exactly dead boys. We just think she's never going to wake up and we want to pull the plug on her. She's brain dead, and we just think she's just..gone."
I grip Louis' shirt and sob.
"It's not fair. It's not fair."
I cry out.
"Let me see her." I say after I pull away from Louis.
"I'm afraid not."
"Let me see her you fucking bastard." I snarl and start to push past them.
A nurse grabs me but I just shove her from me.
"Don't touch me and let me see her." I howl but they're pulling me away from the hallway.
"Let me go!" I scream.
"Darcy!" I scream even louder.
"She can't leave me! Don't you dare fucking give up on her!" I scream.
I buckle down to the floor when I'm pulled down there by nurses.
"Darcy!" I scream again but I snap my head around when I feel something sharp go into my arm.
"Are fucking sedating me?" I howl.
"Please! Just don't leave me Darcy!" I scream in the most pitiful cry one last time before I'm slumping to the floor.
***
4 hours later
***
I flutter my eyes open, groaning at the harsh light.
I see that Louis is asleep beside me in a chair, and then I remember Darcy.
"Louis." I whisper.
He doesn't wake.
"Louis." I say harsher.
Still snoring.
"Louis!" I finally yell and he jumps up.
"What's wrong?" He rushes.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" I howl.
"Darcy is dying, they want to let her die, it's all my fault, the last god damn thing she said to me was calling me a monster and you're asking me what's wrong?" I ramble and Louis sighs frustratedly.
"I'm sorry." He says and I shut my eyes to calm down.
"No, I'm sorry." I mumble.
He doesn't respond, just rubs his eyes.
"I'm going to see how Darcy is." He says and walks out, leaving me sitting there with an empty heart and suicidal thoughts starting to linger.
***
Louis' POV
I shut Harry's door behind me, and try to ignore the cold, stabbing pain in my heart. I walk over to Darcy's room and peer in. She's still lying there, but she's gotten paler than the last time I saw her.
I walk in there and sit down beside her, taking her cold, damaged, hand into mine.
"Please wake up. You have a family Darcy." I whisper, my voice cracking.
"Harry, he loves you more than words can explain. What he did was terrible of course, but you don't know the whole story. I didn't tell you because I wanted you to love me not Harry. But I realize now how much you guys are intimate. I've never seen anyone look at someone the way Harry looks it you."
I feel a tear roll down my cheek but I ignore it and continue.
"You have to wake up Darcy." I sob.
"Darcy, please come back to us."
Suddenly, the heart monitors steady beeps goes into one long line.
She's flat lined.
"Shut shit shit!" I scream and drop her hand, running out into the hallway.
"Someone! Doctors! Help! Help!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
Doctors from every which way come running and point to her room.
"She's dead she's dead." I cry.
"Not yet son! Get the emergency kit!" A doctor tells. They rush into her room and begin to work. I can't take it. I push through the gathered crowd and get to Harry's door. I take a deep, choking breath before walking in.
"Louis! How is she?" He smiles.
Fuck it I can't do it.
I burst into sobs and Harry makes a weird noise.
"What's the matter?" He asks uncertainly.
"I was there when she flat lined Harry." I sob hoarsely.
"No." He says simply.
"She's not gone. She wouldn't do that."
I just sob uncontrollably.
Harry gets awkwardly out of bed just as someone walks in.
It's the doctor.
"She's not dead." Snarls a very disturbed Harry. He's lost his mind. You can tell by the look in his eyes.
"She's not."
What?
"It was a bump. A common thing in coma patients. But we've got her heartbeat back. It's getting stronger and not as weak."
"Harry did you hear that?" I ask excitedly. Harry has no emotion on his face.
"Harry?" I ask uncertainly.
He just peels his eyes off the doctor to look at me.
"Yeah." He says absent mindlessly.
"I think Mr.Styles needs a rest." Laughs the doctor and starts to lead him to the bed.
What's gotten into him?
"Harry, come on what's the matter?" I ask as soon as the doctor is gone.
"So much has happened. I'm just tired of it." He murmurs.
"I know."
"I didn't straight on kill Sophia and nobody knows but you."
"I know." I repeat.
He rubs his eyes and looks at me tiredly.
"I'm going to sleep. Wake me if there's any news on Darcy."
***
Harry's POV
Well I guess nothing happened because I wake up myself without being forced awake.
I look around at the gifts sent to me from people wishing me to get well soon. I see there's a guitar sitting by my bed that I never noticed before. I smile and reach for it, taking it gently into my injured arms and hands delicately. I begin playing a small tune. I go on for a couple hours, practicing like this.
I have no idea what time it is when I look up. My eyes land on the clock. It's already 6:38.
I sigh and pat the base of the guitar.
I really miss Darcy.
Visit her.
I think in my head.
I decide to go ahead and visit her, but then I decide something. I have a plan for my Darcy.
I get up and climb out of bed, walking out of my room with the guitar. I walk down to Darcy's room and walk on in, shutting the door softly behind me.
There she is, pale faced and purple lipped with small cuts and a leg brace and the oxygen around her nose.
I sit down in the seat beside her and pull the guitar into my lap. But first I take her hand in mine, rubbing circles with the pad of my thumb across her skin.
"I love you so much Darcy. Please stay with us."
I whisper in her ear. I bend down and kiss her lips so so softly. They are cold, as if they were lifeless.
I can feel my heart slowly breaking.
She's here, yet she's not.
I take a deep breath before releasing her hand and start tuning my guitar.
"My mum would sing this to me. It's a great song Darcy. I think you'll like it." I say with a sniff.
I begin the melody of the beginning, before I start singing the lyrics;
I'm not lost, but I've been searching
And every lining has a cloud
Would you still be there if I called you?
Or would I lose you in the crowd?
These are the days of wine and roses
And he who hesitates is lost
And time and tide will wait for no one
Count the cost
Now you're gone, now you're gone
Yeah, yeah
Through the rivers of my childhood
They come swimming into view
And all the moments that I treasured
Still lie buried in my youth
These are the days of wine and roses
And he who hesitates is lost
And time and tide will wait for no one
Count the cost
Now you're gone, now you're gone
Alone at night as darkness falls
On bended knees I pray
And though two souls, though far apart
I pray it's not too late
These are the days of wine and roses
And he who hesitates is lost
And time and tide will wait for no one
Count the cost of losing you
And now you're gone, oh yeah
Oh no, these are the days of wine and roses.
***
Darcy's POV
It's dark. I'm running. I hear voices. They're calling my name. I can't see. I feel as if I'm floating, far where no one can see. I'm light as air, there is nothing holding me back.
Yet there is.
"These are the days of wine and roses."
It's a song. Someone is singing.
"And time and tide will wait for no one."
Im trying to cross over. I want to move on.
But I can't. Not yet.
"Count the cost.."
I see it. The willow tree and the sun behind it.
I want to run to it. But if I do, I can never return.
"Of losing you. And now you're gone."
I back away from the pathway, and turn back.
I'm running. I see another bright light.
"I pray it's not too late."
I know that voice. I just can't place it.
"These are the days of wine and roses."
That beautiful voice is echoing all around me. Where am I? How do I get to that voice? I recognize it but I don't remember how.
"Oh no, these are the days of wine and roses."
I'm coming.
I'm never letting go.
No matter how hard I try.
I reach for where the voice is coming as my finger slip through.
These are the days of wine and roses.
***
Harry's POV
As I finish the final verse, I look at her and smile weakly.
Then a thought hits me.
We've been begging for her to stay. But what if she doesn't want to? What if she wakes up with memory loss and can't even remember her own name let alone me? What if she ends up being paralyzed? What if she's in pain and what if she wants to be gone?
I set the guitar by my feet lean down to her.
"I love you with all of my heart Darcy. So fucking much. I love you so much, that I would let you go. If you're in pain, I want your pain to be gone." I feel the all too familiar tears fall as I take a breath.
I kiss her head gently and take her hand in mine.
I let out a choked sob but try to cover it with a cough.
I slowly remove my hand from hers and start to grab my guitar but I notice something.
Her hand. It's moving. Her finger is slowly lifting. It's rising up and down in a tapping motion.
"Darcy." I say softly.
The hand stops moving but her torso is shifting ever so slightly.
"Darcy. I'm here." I whisper encouragingly.
And I feel as if my heart has stopped beating, when those beautiful eyes flutter slowly open.