The past twelve hours have been the longest hours of my life. Right now we are on a private jet arriving to Los Angeles, it was the fastest way to get here and still it took us half a day. My parents are not telling me anything through the phone, the only thing I know is that my sister is unconscious after an accident but nothing else. 

I haven't slept, I don't have appetite. I just want to arrive to the hospital. 

Jay just turned seventeen, she is only beginning her life. I'm not much of a believer, I've never been, but I have prayed the whole ride for her to be okay, she needs to be. I can't lose her. 

And it makes me feel so selfish. I left home because I wasn't happy back home, I left my family behind, I left her behind. For what? To find myself? To travel the world and not pay attention to her? 

"Babe, the plane stopped. We can get out now." Harry whispers to me, I have been so focused on my thoughts that I didn't even flinch during the landing. "Come." He gives me his hand and I take it, standing up. 

He hugs me with one arm walking me to the exit and then walking off the stairs of the airplane. He guides me straight to a car that was waiting for us, I sit inside looking out the window, like I have been doing for the past hours. Harry tells the driver to drive off and he comes near me, he has been very supportive. 

"Hey." He moves his hand to my face, touching only my chin. I turn my face, but my eyes are lost. "Everything will be okay." 

"I just want her to be okay." I say, moving to rest my head on his shoulder, he hugs me closer to him. "She's my little sister, I should have been there to protect her." 

"She will be alright. I promise." He says to my ear kissing my temple. 

The rest of the drive goes by in silence. The sky is already dark, it's eight PM local time. I never imagined coming back to this city under this circumstances. I always thought I was going to come back for Thanksgiving or Christmas, not for this. 

We finally arrive to the hospital and as soon as the car parks we both leave. Harry holds my hand walking but I stop right before we enter inside. 

"What happens?" He turns to look at me, his hand still in mine. 

"I'm scared." I say, feeling a deep gut feeling in my stomach. 

"Come here." He says rounding me in another tight hug, he then releases me still holding me closer to him. "I'm here for you if you need me but I know that you're strong. Your family is up there and they need you. Your sister, needs you." 

I nod my head, I have been tearing up since I received the news so I don't really feel them anymore, they just come and go. Harry cleans the tear that was falling and leans down placing a peck over my lips. 

"Come on. You got this." He says reassuringly and I nod my head, I take his hand and walk next to him. 

He stops at the front desk asking for directions and they tell us she is in the eighth floor. We take the elevator, my eyes always pointing to the floor. I feel his thumb running over my hand repeatedly, all his small gestures have made me survive the past hours. The elevator doors finally open on the floor and we step outside. 

When we step outside, we don't have to look anymore. My mom was already in the waiting area, she looks my way and she runs towards me. I run to her and we hug each other instantly, she starts crying and I without controlling it I do as well. 

"Frances! I'm so glad that you're here!" She sobs in my arms, I have to hold her weight. 

I stand in front of her as she holds me at arms length, looking at me.

"You look, amazing." She says when she finally builds up strength to speak. "So tanned and... Beautiful. Oh, honey. I have missed you so much." 

She hugs me again, tightly. 

"I have missed you too, a lot." I say, running the back of my hand on my face. She turns to look at Harry, giving him a small smile. "Mom, this is Harry. He's my boyfriend." 

At the word, her eyebrows move a bit up. She's the first person that hears that title, it still feels strange. She returns to her blank expression after a second. 

I always imagined this moment differently. Him meeting my parents maybe in a family dinner, with all of us together around a table. Not like this.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Harry says nodding his head at her. My mom holds his hand. 

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter." She says, leaving his hand. 

And out of nowhere, my dad appears behind my mom. His face is pale but at the same time his eyes are puffy, that means he has been crying a lot. My dad is a strong person and he doesn't easily cry, I feel the gut feeling coming back to my stomach. 

"Frances." He hugs me, my face hits his chest. I really missed my dad. 

"Daddy." I say, looking at him now. I have to know, even if the truth is not pretty. "How's Jay?" 

He shakes his head slowly, his lips pursing together. 

"Let's sit, darling." He says, holding my hand and guiding us towards the waiting area. 

I sit next to him and my mom and Harry go make themselves a tea. My dad has his eyes lost, I haven't seen him like this before, but I really need to know how's my sister. 

"Dad. Tell me." I tell him, I feel so scared of the answer.

"She's not getting better, sweetie." He says holding my hand tighter. "The doctors- said that... There's nothing else they can do. We just need to wait." 

I take a deep breath, feeling a knot in my stomach. What does that mean? But before I get to answer that question, I need to know the whole story. 

"What happened exactly?" I ask. 

After a few seconds he gets the strength to go over it once again. 

"She went out with her friends, they went out to celebrate. She asked for permission and, we- We thought, she's old enough, she can go out and party and we know she doesn't drink, even the blood analysis says so." He breathes, his eyes darting to the floor. "But her friends do. Dylan was driving her back home and he lost control of the car, he fell on a ravine and... He's alright, just a broken rib."

"And Jay?" 

"Jay- Was in the copilot seat. She broke her skull, her leg and one arm. All her face..." He stops, trying to be strong for me but I place my hand on shoulder, making him know that he can't let go. "All her face is destroyed. She's not breathing on her own, the doctors say that maybe her brain suffered a lot in the impact, she's breathing through a machine. I'm so sorry, Frances." 

I hug him, tightly. I can't believe this. After we calm down I separate from him, my eyes looking at the floor.

"I want to see her." I say taking a deep breath, my dad nods his head and cleans my tears that I didn't even notice were falling from my eyes. 

When we stand up we stop when we cross path with my mom and Harry. He gives me a reassuring smile, my mom looks more calm now. 

"I brought you tea." My mom says to my dad and he accepts it with a kind smile. 

"Thank you darling." He says, looking at Harry. "You must be Frances' friend." 

"Nice to meet you sir. I'm Harry." They shake hands briefly. 

"The pleasure is mine. Thank you for being here." My dad says, his smile erases. "I was taking Frances to see..." 

"Actually, dad. I think I want to go there, alone." I stop him before he starts walking. He nods his head slowly, placing a kiss on my forehead. 

"Go on, it's room 712." He says with sad eyes. I press his hand in mine and release it. 

My parents walk back to the waiting area and I stay with Harry, I leave a sigh out. This is very difficult for me, seeing my parents like this. It's very hard. 

"Do you want me to go with you?" Harry asks, his free warm hand on my neck, his thumb touching the border of my face. I move my face on his hand, his touch does help. I nod my head, feeling a mess inside of me. 

"I don't think I can do this alone. Thank you for being here." I say looking up at him. He gives me a one sided smile. He leans down and places a brief kiss on my lips, separating just after a minute. 

"I will always be by your side." He whispers to me, holding my hand. I nod my head again, I'm really nervous. 

We walk hand-in-hand through all the different rooms. The hall smells antiseptic, like that clean smell of a hospital. We finally reach room 712, I stand in front of it and I through the little window on the door I see her bed, but I have to turn around. I take a deep breath, my face pointing to his chest. 

His hands are on each of my shoulders, his thumbs running circles on the fabric. I'm terrified of this. 

"Whenever you're ready." He looks down at me, the green of his eyes calm me a little. I bite my bottom lip. "It's okay if you're scared, you can hold my hand."

I smile inside, since the first moment I met him he have always offered me his hands in difficult situations for me, it comforts me. 

I finally build up the guts and turn around, I open the door closing my eyes. I step inside, feeling Harry by my side the entire time. I hear his steps stop and with his hand still in mine, he moves me to stand in front of him, my back hitting his chest. My hand is holding his tightly, I'm scared of opening my eyes. But when I do, I completely regret it. 

Jay is laying there, a tube connected to her mouth, half her face is purple and the other half has stitches. She has a cast on her head, one arm and leg. There's no sign of her long hair, that means they have to cut it out. I come near her and I start crying without controlling it. This can't be my sister, this can't be happening. 

When I start sobbing Harry hugs me from behind and I turn inside his arm, resting my head on his chest. I let him guide us out of the room, I keep crying and once we're outside the pain inside of my chest was so heavy that I have to kneel on the floor. Harry kneels with me, making me look at him, his eyes are tearing also. 

He doesn't say anything, his eyes express everything that he is trying to say. I nod my head and we stand up from the floor, he takes my hand and looks at me one more time. 

"Let's go see your parents" He whispers to me and once again I nod, I can't pronounce words right now. 

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We couldn't stay in the hospital the whole night, they only admit two family members there and neither of my parents wanted to leave even when we both insisted, they need to rest but we can't force them to go home. We decided to spend the night in a hotel near the hospital, to be close in case of an emergency. 

It's a basic hotel, the ones that look made out of cardboard walls. 

I'm sitting in the border of the bed, I couldn't fall asleep even if I tried. My eyes have been lost, it's just the way I feel inside. Completely lost. 

"The shampoo smells good at least." Harry steps out of the bathroom with a towel around her hips and moving a smaller one on his hair. He's holding a tiny shampoo bottle. "Cucumber scent. I like it." 

I give him a small smile, he has been trying to get my mood up with the tiniest things for the past hours since we walked out of the room of my sister. 

"Are you sure you don't want a shower?" He stands in front of me, moving his hand to my face. "We can both fit in there." 

"You just took a shower." I point out, he kneels so now I have to look a bit down to maintain the eye contact. 

"You know what's better than a shower?" He gives me a cute smile. "Two showers. Let me get the water ready." 

He taps his thumb on my chin and stands up, walking once again to the bathroom. After some seconds I hear the water running again and I stand up, walking slowly to the bathroom. I stand by the door frame, looking at him still in his towel. He notices me standing there after a minute, the bathroom is starting to fill with steam. 

He walks towards me, holding my hand to step inside. He doesn't speak but his eyes are always connected with mine. He starts to undress me, in the most pure caring way. He takes off the hoodie I was wearing, throwing it on the floor right after. 

Then, he takes off my blouse. This feels so different from the past week we have shared together, where we literally spent all our time half naked and submerged in the other's skin. This time I feel vulnerable, it's a strange feeling. He continues with my jeans, his touch is always caring, he takes it down slowly leaving me only in my underwear. 

He maintains the eye contact, his green eyes are still fully green, his pupils are not dilated even when I'm half naked in front of him. He then turns me around, clicking my bra out of me and letting it fall to the floor, then moving his hands to move my paints down. I turn around under his touch, for some reason my eyes start to water. That makes him throw the towel his wearing to the floor and takes my hand and steps inside of the shower with me. 

I start feeling the warm water on my hair, running down to my body. And little by little, my chest starts moving up and down quickly, like if the air was too heavy for me to breathe. Harry holds me close to him, his hands holding my face. 

"Let it out, let it out." He whispers to me, our eyes always connected. 

And after short seconds, my chest feels release and I let out a scream full of pain, my eyes fill with tears and I start crying, like I have never have before. I hug him, feeling his cold skin against my chest as I cry, feeling my whole world crumble around me. 

"That's good, let it out baby." He whispers to my ear holding me tightly, keeping me on my feet even when I want to just fall to the floor of the shower. 

I manage to calm after some minutes, his touch never leaving my body. I finally look up at him, he runs his thumb down my cheek, his eyes are red, like if he was also crying. I can't pronounce any words, I'm too weak and all of a sudden I'm too tired. 

"Let me wash you, then we can go to the bed, yeah?" He asks me as if he could read my mind. I nod my head silently.

In ten minutes or so, he's laying me down on the bed wearing a bathrobe. He lays next to me wearing the same thing, he's holding me to his chest, my body cuddles up to him naturally, I feel so much better now. I really think I couldn't survive this without him. 

Even when I'm tired, I can't close my eyes to fall asleep. Even when his caress is soothing me, I can't. 

"You know, I'm very proud of you." He says lowly after long minutes of being quiet, his head resting on mine while he speaks, his hands never stopping his soothing movements. "You already know I have been through the same thing as you, so you have all my support. But you have been, very, very strong."

I move my head to look at him. I see myself reflected in his eyes, he has lived the same thing I'm living right now. He lost his sister, he knows what I'm going through. 

"You have helped me, thank you." I say to him, the first words I have pronounced in nearly two hours. "You make me strong." 

His lips move to one side in a small smile. He kisses my forehead and I rest my head back on his chest.

"Try to sleep, little warrior." He whispers, moving the covers up on our body. He turns the lights of the room off, his embrace still on me. "You need to rest."

I accommodate myself, closing my eyes but every time I close them I see the image of my sister in the hospital gurney, tubes inside of her, casts all over her body. I take a deep breath, and try again. Minutes pass and I'm still with my eyes wide awake, and judging by his breathing, he is awake as well. 

"Harry?" I whisper, very lowly. 

"Yes, baby?" He replies back, wide awake like me. 

"Sing to me?" I ask, this is the first time I ask him this. 

Instead of singing, he starts humming. This time when I close my eyes, I can actually keep them closed. He keeps humming, it's a sweet melody that I remember. We were back in Edinburgh, in my hotel room. We were laying together, just like we are right now. But back there, I wasn't sure I wanted to be with him. 

And just before I fall asleep, I notice something. He finished it. It didn't stay unfinished.

Just like us. 

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A/N: well, the end is near so get ready fellas! ly