Harry's POV;
The persistent beeping on the monitor was slowing, and I could feel myself getting dragged down. I could tell exactly what was coming. I wondered if I could cry, it felt like I was. I could hear them all screaming, and my slowing heart broke.
"I will not leave him," Louis screamed, and the sound of struggling echoed through the usually quiet room.
"Louis, they need to help him," Sara's soft voice cracked, she was crying, but yet she still tried to comfort everyone and keep them calm. Niall's sobs were distant, out of the room. The only thing I could possibly say I was pleased to hear was the steady tone of the other machine in the room. It was G's. Slower and slower the beeping got. Louis' sorrowful moan rang through my ears and Sara pulled him out of the room. Cold hands poked and prodded my body. I knew death was coming, but it wouldn't get me without a fight. All the memories from this past month, they really did flash before my eyes. Oh God, was this cliché.
-The first time I saw her, I couldn't stop staring. We'd been in Nandos with Niall, picking up a bite to eat. I'd glanced out the window and she immediately caught my eye. Her smile, and the way her and her friend walked causally down the street, pointing out things, and then they'd laugh. She was gorgeous, and at that moment I decided I had to know her. I pulled the boys out of the shop quickly as they all shouted at me in protest. I pointed to her, she was an explanation all in her own and needed no words. They all had created the plan on the spot, and when it worked, I was the happiest man alive.
-That first night we went out together, I'd kept it a secret just because the tone in her voice she got when she was anxious was adorable. When he and Sara dove into the car, Paul right behind them, I'd never liked someone so much. I really hadn't planned on her having to sit on my lap, but when it worked out that way I didn't argue. They way we danced, she was such a carefree person. It was that night I declared her mine, and swore to myself I'd always fight for her.
-When we traveled to the states to stay with her and Sara, we'd all grown closer. Niall and I especially. That day we walked in on him and Sara was possibly the funniest thing I'd ever experienced. I had admitted to her the first time I'd kissed her sober, and she hadn't been judgmental. It was the most amazing sensation in the world. Then we made love, and I put it that way, because that's what happened. It wasn't sex like with the other girls, it was special, even if she didn't know it. I'd never wanted to kill someone as badly as I wanted to kill Daniel. Singing that song with Niall, the day before we had to leave, it was a heartbreaking moment, but we'd all acted happy so they wouldn't know. It was the only way for us to show the girls how we felt. When we left, I nearly died.
-The moment her and Sara rounded the corner in London, I had never wanted so much to hug Charlie and just love her to death. I never wanted to let G go. The way she acted with management, and with the boys. She was the only one I could ever be with and I knew it. She was the closest thing to perfection anyone could get in my opinion. I needed her. Then we decided to have the party, and it was a blast. When she got sick on the way home, all I could think of was making her feel better. I'd stopped the car in the wrong place and I'd nearly killed us all.
But now, I will not give in. I will not leave her. I will live for G.
Sara's POV;
I pulled Louis' defeated body from the room, his sobs matching mine almost exactly. Through the window in the wall, I could clearly see them working on Harry. The boys were huddled together in the corner, all crying. One of their 5ths was dying, and we couldn't do anything. Suddenly the doctors all backed away in shock. I struggled to see what was happening. A nurse hurried out, clipboard in hand.
"Please," I whimpered, grabbing her hand as she tried to walk away, "is he alright." The nurse looked at me wide eyed, a small, slight smile on her face.
"I've got to go, he needs a lot of help, but not only is he alive, he's awake." My body didn't respond at first, my mind didn't register this. Awake. Awake. Sara, Harry's awake.
"He's awake," I said aloud, and it sunk in, "Boys, Harry's awake." I screamed, jumping on them in happiness. Niall held me tightly, as we all sobbed. It was truly a miracle. It was a bittersweet moment, Harry was awake, but G was still on the fence. It could go either way. For the first time I got a good look at Harry. For someone who had just come out of a come, he looked quite alert, and not very confused. His eyes met mine and I smiled. His lips turned up weakly, his dimples showing slightly. The dimples were back. A ruckus down the hall grabbed my attention.
"Holy shit," Zayn's words trailed off as we all stared at the crowd of paparazzi that was forming at the end of the hall, desperately being held off by security. We all exchanged nervous glancing, and prepared ourselves.
"We can do this," Niall said, taking my land. Liam took his other, Zayn taking his, and Louis taking his. We were a family, and we would stay that way through thick, thin and everything in between.