div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="40b861cac3c019d113260fb424d25453"I'm sitting in the hospital, waiting for more information on Louis. Everyone is calling me, though I don't answer it as I can't remember how to talk. My phone rings again, this time a nurse answers it for me. I don't pay attention to what the nurse says, the only words that I hear are "Mr. Styles" and "Your wife". When the nurse is done with my phone he hands it back to me, well he places it in my lap./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="57eea35778c4d7b58059067aaaefcdee" It could of been seconds, or hours, but soon Harry is in front of me. He's caressing my face, I'm in shock and cannot move. "Say something!" Harry demands. I open my mouth to speak, but I can't make a sound except an inaudible squeak. "Babe?" Harry asks. I still don't know for sure if Louis will make it through./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="eb5422ceb80356db9fe37c9f61202d58" A nurse with bouncing brunette hair and green eyes comes towards us, clipboard in hand. "Mr. and Mrs. Styles?" The nurse asks. I nod slightly./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="106f0c36e36f2acc43e4177790dc9e57" "Yes?" Harry answers. He forces his hand into mine, though I don't mind. He squeezes my hand slightly, it comforts me a little./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="ebb97c308884a9416524a758fe1821d6" "Would you like to see Louis Tomlinson?" The nurse asks. Harry pulls me up, my legs aren't able to hold my weight. Harry catches me as I slightly stumble./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="1501cda463ac8e24ce28185f1940d78a" "Yes." Harry says. The nurse starts leading us, we pass so many rooms. A couple of the rooms are empty, but have crying families outside the doors. We finally reach a stop in front of a door. Harry shakily opens the door, and I intake a breath at the scene in front of me. Louis is hooked up to all sorts of machines including one that if unplugged, will kill him. Louis's chest slowly rises and falls and a constant beep is there./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="690a97dd3ae1634869b4a9d2041655c7"em style="box-sizing: border-box;" Beep /em/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="1b8a63fc729ade486f6f106d7a4f6d29"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Beep /em/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="b8fc64647610944ceaae8f7c30f9f98d"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Beep /em/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="93d701d82e7e236d6f39bfdc333a59c4" It's annoying, but helps me believe he's still alive. I can't help but to think that he never will get to say goodbye to Emily, never see her craziness. My tears are now rolling down my face again, this wasn't supposed to happen. "Ana, do you want to go home?" Harry's voice brought me out of my thoughts. I simply nod, he takes my hand and interlaces our fingers./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="57eea35778c4d7b58059067aaaefcdee" It could of been seconds, or hours, but soon Harry is in front of me. He's caressing my face, I'm in shock and cannot move. "Say something!" Harry demands. I open my mouth to speak, but I can't make a sound except an inaudible squeak. "Babe?" Harry asks. I still don't know for sure if Louis will make it through./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="eb5422ceb80356db9fe37c9f61202d58" A nurse with bouncing brunette hair and green eyes comes towards us, clipboard in hand. "Mr. and Mrs. Styles?" The nurse asks. I nod slightly./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="106f0c36e36f2acc43e4177790dc9e57" "Yes?" Harry answers. He forces his hand into mine, though I don't mind. He squeezes my hand slightly, it comforts me a little./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="ebb97c308884a9416524a758fe1821d6" "Would you like to see Louis Tomlinson?" The nurse asks. Harry pulls me up, my legs aren't able to hold my weight. Harry catches me as I slightly stumble./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="1501cda463ac8e24ce28185f1940d78a" "Yes." Harry says. The nurse starts leading us, we pass so many rooms. A couple of the rooms are empty, but have crying families outside the doors. We finally reach a stop in front of a door. Harry shakily opens the door, and I intake a breath at the scene in front of me. Louis is hooked up to all sorts of machines including one that if unplugged, will kill him. Louis's chest slowly rises and falls and a constant beep is there./div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="690a97dd3ae1634869b4a9d2041655c7"em style="box-sizing: border-box;" Beep /em/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="1b8a63fc729ade486f6f106d7a4f6d29"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Beep /em/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="b8fc64647610944ceaae8f7c30f9f98d"em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Beep /em/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="93d701d82e7e236d6f39bfdc333a59c4" It's annoying, but helps me believe he's still alive. I can't help but to think that he never will get to say goodbye to Emily, never see her craziness. My tears are now rolling down my face again, this wasn't supposed to happen. "Ana, do you want to go home?" Harry's voice brought me out of my thoughts. I simply nod, he takes my hand and interlaces our fingers./div