Ed Sheeran- This
(Harry's POV)

"Hi Ginger." I said taking a step forward.

I sat down next to the bed.

"You might know me. I'm Harry. Harry Styles. And I'm in a band, One Direction. I know you. I know a lot about you. But you probably don't remember me. Unless you're a fan of One Direction. If you are then, thanks. But you probably don't remember me before that. I've always been a grade before you." I chuckled. "But, we never talked. I used to go to your school, Ginger. The reason I know everything about you is, I watched you. Well not watched you but, I fell in love with you. And I um, I learned about you. But you don't believe me do you?"

I watched her stir around.

"If you can hear me Ginger, wiggle your fingers."

She wiggled her fingers.

"If you can't open your eyes, wiggle your pinky."

She wiggled her pinky.

"Can you move your head Ginger?"

She didn't move.

"Ok."

I got up and looked for a nurse.

"Oh uh, excuse me sir?" I saw the nurse.

"Yes?" he said.

"Um, my friend, Ginger Benson, should she be able to wiggle her fingers if she's in a coma?"

"No, that means she's awake. Did she wiggle her fingers?"

"Yea. But she can't open her eyes. Or move anything else."

He got up and rushed to her room. I stood over her looking at her carefully.

"Um, Mr. Styles, she's not wiggling her fingers?"

"Well, she was!"

"Maybe you need some rest."

"I'm not crazy! She was!"

"Right.. Well I have to get back to work Mr. Styles. Good Day."

I sat back down and rested my head in my hands.

"Well, I might as well continue to talk to you." I said to Ginger. "Well, I know a lot of things about you. I know that you love Ed Sheeran. And your favorite song by him is Autumn Leaves. Because it reminds you of your grandma. I know that you love chocolate milk when it's warm. And your least favorite holidays are Thanksgiving and Christmas because your family always scold you for not having a boyfriend. And I know that you think no one loves you. But I do. I always have. And I always will. And I know that your socially awkward, and that you never dance in time with the music, and you love watching cartoons on Saturday morning, and that your favorite breakfast is pancakes. I know how Small Bump by Ed Sheeran always gets to you because of when your mum miscarriage with a baby. I know how your favorite sweater is the one with all the cats on it. I know how the only thing you like about yourself is your name. And I know that you need someone to save you. I want to be that someone Ginger. I need you. I love you. I want you to stay." by this time I was crying, while putting my head down on her stomach and covering my face in my hands.

"Harry?"

Notes

Who do you think called Harry?