Hello, Mr. Celebrity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Twenty Six

(A/N) Surprise surprise, it's Liam's turn. Also, I'm so sorry this update took so long, but I was very disappointed in my last few chapters, and I worked really hard on this one. So I hope I don't disappoint you guys.

Chapter Twenty Six

Liam's Point of View

Pain.

That's all I felt as I sat in a hard, uncomfortable chair next to my lover's hospital bed. The aching in my heart was so strong that my chest hurt.

But I'm sure I wasn't in as much physical pain as Niall.

I harshly wiped my arm across my face, trying to at least clear my vision from the tears streaming down my face. I didn't even try to stop them though. I knew I wouldn't.

It's impossible for my cheeks to be dry while my beloved Nialler is barely breathing.

I could taste the salty water on my lips as I watched his pale, bare chest slowly moving in short breaths. My hand moved on its own accord, reaching out to trace my fingers around the tubes and cords attached to his skin.

The nurses had pulled his hospital gown down, so it was resting on hips, tucked under his bum. They didn't want the area where his wound was located to be covered by anything other than the bandage wrapped all the way around his waist.

I rested my fingers lightly on his chest where I knew his heart was beating. Not unmoving.

I leaned over and put my ear against his chest, but not putting any pressure. Just enough that I could hear the reassuring thumping that was heard under his skin.

A couple minutes passed of the soothing sound filling my ears, before I heard the door being pushed open.

I moved my eyes toward the heavy wooden door, not daring to move my head from Niall's chest.

I saw Harry's sympathetic face entering the room and closing the door behind him. "Hey Li... How's he holding up?"

"The same as everyday." I mumbled, lips against Niall's skin, which was still a bit too pale for my liking.

Harry moved away from the doorway to set a plastic bag he had brought on the small table in the corner of the room.

The curly haired lad then sat in the chair next to mine, putting his hand on my shoulder. "And what about you?"

My eyebrows scrunched together. "What do you mean?" I murmured.

Harry smiled sadly. "How are you holding up?"

I was silent, looking away from his green eyes. Tears filled my own and I whispered, "Not too good."

I heard my best friend sigh, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his chest.

I buried my face in his shirt, a choked sob finally crawling up my raw throat and past my lips. "Why him, Harry? Why did it have to be my little Nialler?"

He stroked my hair soothingly. "I don't know, Li." he muttered quietly. "I just don't know."

"He doesn't deserve to go through this!" I sobbed pathetically. "He didn't ever do anything wrong. He couldn't, because he's absolutely perfect!"

Harry just ran his fingers through my hair, allowing me to let out all the emotions I've been holding in since we arrived at the hospital six hours ago.

"My Nialler..." I gurgled. "I wish I could switch places with him. I wish I could go through the pain that he shouldn't be feeling! He should never hurt, or feel heartbroken, or angry. He should always be happy. He deserves nothing less!"