*HARRY'S POV*

"Harry?" I heard someone ask. I started hearing beeping noises and slightly parted my eyes. The room didn't have my comfy tempurpedic mattress. Instead, it was thin and lumpy. I fully opened my eyes and saw Simon standing in the corner, his back to me, Zayn and Liam sleeping in plastic chairs, and Sammie. She had her hair thrown up in a messy bun, and her eyes looked puffy from crying.

"Sammie?" I asked, my voice rough and shaky. Sammie's head snapped up and she wrapped her hand around mine. Simon turned around and sighed. He whispered something to someone on the other line and quickly hung up.

"Harry, are you okay?" Sammie asked, pulling a chair closer to the bed.

"What happened?" I replied, trying to move my arm. Pain shot through my body and Sammie grabbed my arm, carefully fixing the position.

"You guys were in a car accident." She told me. I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. "Louis hit an 18 wheeler head on." Sammie sighed, tears springing to her eyes. "I was so worried that you were hurt." She added, tear rolling down her cheeks.

"I'm fine." I insisted, squeezing her hand. She gave me a watery smile. "is Louis okay?" I asked.

"We don't know yet. They think he might have some brain damage." She sniffed.

"Can you go check on him for me?" I responded. "Simon and I need to talk anyway." I told her. Sammie nodded and got up.

"I want you there for Peyton." She blurted. Sammie turned red and quickly scurried out of the room.

*SAMMIE'S POV*

"Can you go check on him for me?" Harry asked, his eyes watering. I exhaled, not wanting to leave him. "Simon and I need to talk anyway." He added. I nodded and stood up.

"I want you there for Peyton." I blurted. I quickly turned red, and then rushed out of the room. I walked over to the front desk and smiled at the skinny girl sitting there.

"Hello, my name is Abbie, how can I help you?" Abbie smiled.

"Hi. I'm looking for Louis Tomlinson's room." I told her.

"Are you family?" She asked me. "We've had at least 15 girls come in looking for him." Abbie sighed, pushing a short strand of red hair behind her ear.

"I-I-I'm dating his best friend." I lied.

"And who is this friend?" Abbie challenged.

"Harry Styles." I smirked, and then realized what I said.

"Well, lets just go ask him then." Abbie got up from her desk, and I when she did I saw that she couldn't be much older than me. We walked into Harry's room and Harry looked from me to the Abbie. "Is this girl your girlfriend?" Abbie demanded.

"This lady won't let me into Louis's room." I told Harry, giving him a wink so he knows what's going on.

"Yeah she's my girlfriend." Harry said to Abbie. Ha! Take that bitch!

"Room 206." Abbie grumbled. I smile at Harry and walked to the elevator. I clicked the button for floor 2 and ran into Niall.

"Niall? Weren't you in the car too?" I asked, looking for a cast, or a band-aid or something.

"Yeah but they released me early since I only had a few bruises. I was just on my way to see Harry. Is he okay?" Niall replied. I nodded and Niall breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was just going to check on Louis." I told him, pointing up to the floor.

"I'm not sure how he is, I was too scared to see. I heard he might have brain damage." He sighed. The elevator dinged and I waved bye to Niall. I paused outside room 206 and took a deep breath. I slowly pushed open the door: there baskets and flowers everywhere, and sitting in a few chairs were Louis's parents and a few of his friends. Louis's mom stood up and looked me over.

"Louis isn't seeing any fans at the moment." She sniffed.

"I'm not here as a fan. I'm here to make sure he's okay. I'm Sammie, Harry's ex-girlfriend." I told her and shook her hand. "Harry wanted me to make sure he was okay." I added, seeing her face start to pale. She sat down and Eleanor stood up and gave me hug (we were friends when I was dating Harry). I walked over to Louis's bed and said a small prayer.

"We need anyone who's not immediate family to leave please." A doctor named Steven said. I walked out of the room and slumped against the wall.

This.

Sucked.

*HARRY'S POV*

"So you're saying we might have to postpone some of the concerts?" I asked Simon. He nodded his head and sighed.

"Was Louis drinking?" Simon replied, running a hand through his greying hair.

"Not that I know of. He turned around to tell me something and I don't remember much after that." I admitted. I moved my arm a little to the left and Niall walked in.

"Harry! You're okay." Niall smiled, and gave me a half hug.

"Yeah, and so are you." I laughed, seeing as though he had no injuries.

"Well, this hurts a little bit." He said, lifting up his shirt to reveal a purple and black bruise the size of a softball on his side. I winced and he let the shirt fall back down.

"How's Louis?" I asked, hoping he had seen him.

"Well, I think he's still in a coma but-"

"Harry!" Sammie burst through the door, cutting Niall off. "Louis is out of the coma!" She smiled. I felt my eyes start to water but held in the tears, not wanting Sammie to see me cry. She walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Everything was going to be alright.

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