Ch. 8
**Lola's POV**
Hour 1
Four hours. Four hours ago Harry was being regular Harry.
And now I'm here. I'm here in a hospital at three forty-five in the morning, waiting.
I'm sitting at a hospital waiting to know if I'll ever see my best friend again.
I feel as if the world has stopped spinning, but I'm the only one still moving. Just drifting around in this land of nothing.
It's so bright in here.
**Zayn's POV**
Hour 2
I looked at Lola earlier. She was crying, but without showing emotion. She was staring at the door, waiting for the doctor, silently crying to the air.
This is my fault.
Harry's in some room behind closed doors, being monitored, and it's my fault.
I should be in there, not him.
It's so bright in here.
**Louis' POV**
Hour 3
The door is still closed. We've been here 3 godforsaken hours, and that door has opened once, and it was to tell another family that whoever was back there, didn't make it.
That wouldn't be us.
It can't be us.
I won't allow that to be us.
He's innocent. So innocent. So young.
He will not die tonight. He won't.
It's so bright in here.
**Niall's POV**
Hour 4
Four hours ago, my best friend woke me up and told me that Harry was hurt and we were leaving.
Four hours.
I haven't seen Harry for four hours...
Dumbass doctors.
It's not that hard to just get off your bloody ass and tell someone's best mates if their best friend is going to live thought the day.
And it's so damn bright in here.
**Liam's POV**
Hour 5
Everyone's crying. Why aren't I?
I'm the softy.
I'm the emotional one.
And I have yet to cry.
It's not like I'm not worried, I'm terrified. I can't lose Harry, he's the greatest friend I've known.
It's so bright in here...
**Everyone's POV**
Hour 6
The doors have opened. And the doctor is coming towards us.
It doesn't seem as bright anymore.