Chapter 59: Hard To Let Go 

Harry POV: 

Song- Last Dance: Camera Can't Lie 

Voices echoed through my ears in murmurs. 

Concentrating through closed lids to try and depict words amongst the back and forth chatter between a male and softer female voice. 

"-activity in this lobe-" 

"-it's not where it should be-" 

Activity? 

Activity of what? 

"-we can't drawl any conclusions-" 

"I agree. There's no need to worry the family of the possibility until we are certain." 

My lids felt heavy as I attempted to open them, my mouth dry. 

I parted my lips to speak but no sound left them except a hoarse croak. 

Feet shuffled across the floor, a females voice I didn't recongize, "is he awak-" 

"I believe he is." The male voice interrupted. 

What the heck is going on? 

A bright light flashed across my lids, "Harry?" 

I attempted to lift my right arm to cover my eyes but a hand was placed on it in restraint, something ripping from my arm in the process. 

The light was removed and I flinched as I felt a prick at the bend of my elbow. 

"Don't move to much these IV's need to stay-" 

"Iv's?" I croaked, the voice that left my lips not sounding like my own. It was weak. 

Where am I? 

My eyes jerked open to find a woman standing beside me. 

Wait who is she? 

My eyes studied her attire, she looked like some kind of...nurse? 

As if to read my thoughts the female spoke, "you're in the hospital." 

I searched my memories, trying to fill in the blank of how I got here. 

But that's what they were blanks. 

Gaps of time with nothing but questions. 

"I want you to think about what you last remember. Can you do that for me Harry?" 

_ _ _ _ _

Whitney POV: 

His eyes burned through me like fire. 

A deadly flame that couldn't be put out. 

"How is he?" Andy spoke to no one in particular in the car. 

I laughed under my breath, like he really cares how Harry is; I'm sure in some twisted way he was enjoying this. 

I must have been unintentinally glaring at him in the rear view mirror for his gaze met mine, eyes widening to three times their size. 

"Whit are you okay?" 

Whit. 

Since when did he call me Whit? 

Only Harry calls me that. 

When I remained silent Andy turned to Liam, speaking under his breath, "is she okay?" 

I felt like screaming I'm right here, his attempt at a whisper was unsuccessful. 

I peered up to catch Liam shrug with indifference. 

Okay. 

Yeah I was- 

I am still far from it. 

But Andy always seems to find a way to prey on my weaknesses, and that's just another on the long list of them. 

I peered out the window to see rain begin to trickle down the tinted glass, along with the darkness beginning to cloud in the sky making everything a haze. 

My hand gripped my knee as he crossed my mind, not that he's really ever left it. 

God we've been though so much. I found myself thinking back at everything we've gone though since he came back that night. 

The good, 

The bad, 

The unexpected. 

I wouldn't trade any moment of it. 

Only those in which brought the secrets of my past into light, those that I tried the hardest to keep hidden. 

But maybe it's true what they say, 

Walls are built to be taken down, 

You just have to find the person who cares enough to do just that. 

And you have to be, 

All in, 

Even if you end up with your heart torn to bits, knees buckling to the floor, somewhere in there the memories will be worth it. 

Little did I know they would be what will be forced to pull me though. 

* * * 

The remaining of the twenty four hours was almost a blur. 

When I stepped out of Andy's car after the fifteen minute ride I practically leaped out. The first five minutes was utter silence which switched to talking about sports, and ironically the two of them landed on the topic of London. 

I shrugged my purse off my shoulder as we entered his flat, feeling Liam's gaze from behind. 

I twisted to face him as he clicked the knob shut, opening his mouth to speak just to close it again. 

"What?" I mumbled uncomfortably. 

"Just sorry if that made things awkward..." 

"You know with Andy," he clarified before shuffling his hands into the front pocket of his jeans, "I just-" he stammered, "-forgot." 

If only I could do the same. 

"It's okay," I lied. 

I shuffled towards the sofa when Liam's voice stopped me dead in my tracks. 

"He told me you know." 

I peered up from the hardwood floor, "what do you mean?" 

"He told me about what's been going on between you two." 

I swallowed sharpy, my eyes locking with his just to search beneath. 

"He's my best mate..." 

My eyes widened. 

"Andy..." 

"You know...." 

My words were stammered with confusion. 

Liam walked over and took a seat on the sofa, gesturing for me to sit across from him. 

Anxiety bundled in the pit of my stomach as I clasped my hands in my lap, sitting on the end of the chair cushion. 

"How much did he tell you?" I warily questioned. 

"London." Liam tested, causing my heart to freeze inside my chest. 

"He said you came onto him." 

I almost laughed at the absurdity, speaking before I could stop myself, "you mean when he nearly r-" 

My words clearly caught him off guard, "Huh?" 

"Andy's not who you think he is." 

Liam shook his head. 

"Whatever he told you was a lie. That's what he does-" 

"You mean you didn't cheat on Harry with him?" Liam challenged. 

I opened my mouth to speak but he wasn't giving me the chance. 

"That ever since you've gotten back you haven't been seeing him behind Harry's back." 

"No." 

"I saw him at your flat Whitney." 

"Yes he was here. But no it wasn't like that." 

"Then what was it like? What you cheated on Andy so now you thought you'd try Harry?" 

"Look I know your upset about Harry but you don't have to take it out on me," I defended. 

The tension in the air grew as I awaited his next crude remark. 

"You're right." 

"What?" I mumbled in confusion. 

"I said you're right. I didn't mean to attack you it's just..." 

Well I definitely wasn't expecting that. 

"...we're all worried about him." I finished for him. 

Liam nodded in agreement, circling his knee with his index uncertainly. 

"They are both my friends you know." 

"I know," I responded. 

"Can you just promise me something?" 

I slowly nodded. 

"That whenever Harry wakes up you'll tell him whatever was, or wasn't going on." 

I forced a smile, "he already knows." 

And that's what got him there in the first place, the guilt inside me adds.  

"Then if he doesn't remember," Liam prompted. 

I remained silent as the thought washed over me. 

And that would come to be the agreement that was inevitably made to be broken. 

For when offered a chance to erase ones mistakes, those in which caused this mess in the first place. 

That's one temptation even I would find it hard to resist.