This will pass

AN: Guys..., I have noticed that some old readers are no longer commenting, I hope I have not disappointed you. Thanks to all the new ones, thank you very much, I'm very happy.I hope you enjoy this chapter

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Harry took the first cab, not knowing where he was going. He had called every hospitals in Los Angeles. The fare was already over 200 dollars.

"Try Albert Einstein Hospital, you have not called there yet." The taxi driver told Harry, looking in the rearview mirror. Harry smiled at him.

Harry looked for the hospital phone numbers section in the phone book Danny, the taxi driver, had given him. Harry had never ridden in a taxi with a driver as pleasant as him. Harry was crying the whole time, and Danny looked at him with compassion.

"Good evening! I'd like to know if you have a patient named Zayn Malik. Okay, I'll wait." Harry said politely, waiting for the receptionist to look up Zayn's name on the hospital admission checklist. "Is he there? Are you sure? Room 507? Thank you." Harry smiled widely at Danny who nodded at him. "He's there."

"If we don’t get stuck in a traffic jam at Boyce Avenue, we can get there in 15 minutes." Danny told Harry as Harry leaned his head back against the head rest of the back seat of the car.

"Thanks. I need to get there really fast."

"Love does not wait, does it?" Danny asked smiling and Harry nodded. Harry was now sure that Danny, besides being a nice gentleman, was wise too.

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"Cherish the ones you love before life takes them away from you." Danny told Harry as he got out of the taxi.  

"Thanks for being so nice." Harry said, walking to the driver's seat. "Here's your money, 250, right?"

"You don’t have to pay me, courtesy of the house." Danny smiled as he slapped the side of the car.

"I'll be offended if you don’t take it." Harry smiled widely. There was something about Danny that somehow reminded him of his childhood house, maybe it was his smell.

"Be happy, Harry." Danny started the car, getting ready to leave.

"I don’t remember saying my name." Harry was confused, the money still in his hand.

"See you later." Danny smiled, driving away from the hospital parking lot.

Harry stood there for a while watching the car leave, recalling the conversation he had with Danny, trying to remember if his name had had been mentioned. No, he was not crazy, Danny had no way of knowing his name.

Harry looked at the big hospital in front of him, his heart so agitated that the young actor thought it could stop any moment. Harry rubbed his face with his hands, tidied up his T-shirt, and entered the hospital.

"Hey, I know you!" A teenager said to Harry, she had long black hair and smiled amiably. "You're looking for Zayn Malik, aren’t you?"

" Yes, how do you know?"

"I recognized you. Everyone knows you and your story with Zayn. I'm a fan of his, and I'm glad he's happy now." Harry smiled at her who was looking at him sincerely. "Newspapers and magazines are very bad about you two; some are talking too much while some are barely talking about it. Zayn is back on twitter because of you. He is happy now because of you. You must be a good boyfriend. "

"Thank you. I don’t want to be rude, but I have to look for Zayn. He's here."

"I know, he's in room 507. Do you know where it is? I can take you. My sister has been here for days, I know the whole hospital." She laughed. Harry found her sweet.

"That would be great."

"Come on, I'll take you to your boyfriend." The girl pulled Harry by the arm and led him to the elevator.

"Thank you, Megan." Harry now knew the name of Zayn's teenager fan, and most of her life too. "How did you know Zayn is here?" Harry asked her, seeing that the elevator was almost on the floor where Megan had said Zayn would be.

"I like walking around the hospital. I saw Louis...Well, I almost had a heart attack." Megan smiled putting a hand in front of her mouth "I'm crazy about him and Zayn, I see their series every day. It's like watching friends, you know, I never get bored." Megan was talking non-stop, and at some point, she managed to calm Harry's nerves a little. "So, Louis told me that Zayn was here and that I mustn’t tell anyone. When Zayn gets better, Louis will call me to see him." Megan sighed dreamily, imagining that day. "When I saw you, I thought you could help me. You'll make him better faster, and then I will not have to wait for too long to meet him." Harry liked Megan, she was kind and had a sweetness in her voice.

"I hope he gets better really fast, and I also hope I can help him in that." Harry smiled sincerely at Megan. "Well, take care of yourself, okay?" Megan hugged him.

"Take good care of him."

Harry looked at Megan as the elevator door closed. The nervousness that seemed to have subsided not long ago returned with full force as he saw Louis and Liam sat side by side in the waiting room. Liam spotted him first and walked towards him.

 “Glad you came." Liam told him, pulling him into a hug.

"He is fine?" Harry asked.

"The doctors haven’t given us a concrete answer yet, the only thing we know so far is that he has lost a lot of blood and..."

"Harry." Louis said irritably, interrupting their conversation.

"Louis, please I don’t want..." Harry said softly as he saw Louis approaching him with anger in his eyes.

"Get out."

"Louis, Harry just wants to help." Liam said, trying to get Louis' hands off the collar of Harry's shirt.

"I don’t know how he can help here, Liam." Louis shifted his angry eyes on Liam, who stepped away from them. He liked Harry, but he didn’t want to argue with Louis just when things seemed to be getting better between them. "I thought you loved him, Harry. Zayn's in the hospital only because of you." Louis said angrily, letting go of Harry's collar.

"I love him, do not doubt my love." Harry pushed him.

"I don’t know, Harry, I..." Louis didn’t have any strength left, his mind was confused.

The only thing he was sure of was that his best friend was in a hospital room, breathing with the help of the respirators. And, just knowing that made Louis feel like he couldn’t breathe either.

"I don’t like Isaac, you know that. I just said that to him to make him think…" Harry could not contain his tears anymore. "I'm an idiot, I hurt him."

"Harry." Trisha said, realizing Harry's presence in the hallway. "I just talked to the doctor, Zayn is weak but he will be fine. The doctor is already allowing visitors."

"I'll go with you, Mom." Liam volunteered.

"Me too." It was Louis.

"Go ahead, I'd rather talk to him alone." Harry said, watching the three of them look at him.

"I too think that’d be better, son." Trisha smiled gently as she gently ran her hand over his face.

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Harry felt impatient waiting for his turn to see Zayn. He wanted to explain everything to Zayn, to tell him that his days without him were a complete void, tell him about the talks he had with the moon at nights, and how she always whispered to him that he and Zayn were born to be together. And, Zayn would smile because he loves crazy Harry and his "meaningless" conversations, but deep down Zayn wouldn’t find them that meaningless.Harry smiled to himself as he imagined what Zayn would say when he tells him about the moon."You're crazy, but maybe the moon is right." Harry missed every bit of Zayn, every little details. He missed that smile with his tongue poking out between his teeth. Zayn had the most contagious laugh of all. He missed how Zayn would smell nice even when he was sweaty, how he always had an answer on the tip of his tongue, how they could talk till five o'clock in the morning. Harry missed who he was when he was with Zayn.

"So, how's he doing?" Harry asked when he saw them walk back to the waiting room.

"He's better, he's going to be discharged next week." Trisha said, avoiding Harry's eyes.

"Can I go see him now?"

"My dear…"

"What is it, Trisha?"

"I'm sorry, but Zayn doesn’t want to see you."

"Oh." Harry took two steps back and turned away from them.

"He's angry, it’ll pass..." Trisha put her hands on Harry's shoulders.

"Okay, I understand." Harry hugged her. "I think I'll leave then."

Harry walked over to the elevator and waited. He could see them still looking at him. He wanted to disappear, to cry, to scream…The elevator still did not arrive, Harry could no longer hold back his tears, so he decided to go down the stairs.

Harry ran down the stairs, letting his tears fall. At that moment, his heart was completely broken, and he felt that he might never be able to fix it again.

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AN: I would like to thank Misha again for editing this story. You're an incredible girl.Will love you forever . And thank you to all the readers who have not given up reading this fic that is very important to me. You Guys are amazing ♥️😘