Kiss It Better - Larry Stylinson One Shot

Our eyes met, and the tears began falling slowly down my face as I saw the amount of pain his eyes held.

"Louis…" he said weakly.

"Shh," I soothed, stroking away tears that started to drip down his face. "It's okay, love. You're going to be okay."

"Kiss it better…" he whimpered.

I let out a strangled sound, "What?"

"Please… will you kiss it better?" he repeated.

I leaned down and kissed his forehead, tears pouring freely now, "Oh Hazza I’m so sorry! This is all my fault! I had to bring us to this stupid auto repair place and you get stabbed. The store owner hasn’t even cared enough to come out here!"

Harry’s breathing had grown much slower, "Not your fault, love… you didn’t know."

"Stay with me, Harry," I tugged my shirt off, trying not to move the boy on my lap too much. I pressed my shirt over the stab wound, trying to slow the blood that was still seeping out. He cried out, and I choked back another sob.

"It wasn’t your fault Louis. Remember that," he patted my hands weakly

"You are going to be fine!" I told him firmly."You’re not leaving me Harry!"

"I love you so…so much." he gasped out, and then he inhaled deeply, but never exhaled. His eyes stared forward but saw nothing.

"No," I pressed my hand to his throat, searching for a pulse. Nothing. "No! NO, no, no, no!" I moved my hands frantically over him, searching for signs of life. "You were just alive! You were just talking!" I began sobbing, and clutched the boy to my chest, burying my face in the curly locks I loved so much. "The ambulance is on their way… you can’t leave me alone!"

"Louis..."

I looked to the younger boys face, but he remained motionless, lifeless. "Please! Please don't leave me! I need you! I need you with me, you can't leave me!"

"Louis!"

[Harry’s P.O.V]

I awoke to being whacked in the arm. I opened my eyes and stared at the dark ceiling. Low sobs sounded from beside me, and I glanced over to see Louis’ face contorted in agony, his eyes clenched shut. Concern instantly welled inside me, and I sat up and leaned over to examine the older lad.

"Louis?" I touched his shoulder gently, and realized he was sleeping. He wasnt hurt, he was just crying in his sleep.

"Don’t leave me, Harry, you cant leave me," he sobbed out, tears pouring down his cheeks, and soaking the pillow underneath him. His hands moved out in front of him, clutching at the sheets. "I need you with me..." he whimpered.

"Louis!" I gasped, shaking him harder. "Lou, I’m right here!"

He awoke with a jolt, his eyes flying open. He flipped from the curled position on his side and his puffy eyes locked on my face.

"Harry?" he whimpered.

"You alright, love?" I asked, reaching out to stroke his hair.

He shot up in bed, instantly running his hand over the lower half of my shirtless torso. I let out a small, confused, squeak and his hands moved to my neck, then face. His breath hitched, and then I was being crushed to his chest, a loud sob escaping from Louis. I felt him burry his face into my hair.

"What the-" I mumbled into his chest. "Lou what on earth is the matter? Are you okay?"

"I’m fine!" Louis wailed into my hair. "I’m just so relieved!"

"I don’t… I don’t understand," I placed my hands against his chest and tried to push away to look at him.

"No! No don’t leave me!" his grip tightened.

"Louis, I just want to look at you. I’m not going anywhere, I promise…" I soothed.

[Louis’ P.O.V]

I awoke suddenly in what appeared to be my room. But I couldn’t be in my room. I had to help Harry. I flipped over onto my back, prepared to fling myself up and run and find the curly haired boy; The person I cared most about in this world, the person I’d do anything for. But finding him wasnt necessary. He was staring down at me in concern, very much alive.

"Harry?" I whimpered, afraid he was going to disappear. Afraid I was dreaming.

He replied and reached out to touch me, but I took no notice of that. I wrenched myself upward, remembering that I had to stop his wound from bleeding. But it was gone. I tried to suck in air, but my lungs were seeming to fail me. I grabbed the curly haired boy I thought I had lost forever, and pulled him to my chest. I sobbed into his hair, relief slowly taking place of the agony I had felt when I thought I was losing him. I took comfort in his warmth radiating from him. Heard him mumbling something against my chest, felt him breathing. The boy in my arms was alive.