Acquaintances

Chapter 20: Never better

HARRYS POV

My heart had shriveled, fallen into my stomach the second I saw them. This image would be permanently burned into my brain and I don’t know whether to cry or scream. I eventually manage to move my feet, walking into the room and hoping they’ll stop when they hear my footsteps, but they don’t. She doesn’t even notice I’m in the room and the sound of her moaning against his lips is enough to make me ditch the coffee I brought her and her car keys on the chair and get the hell out of there. Anger courses through me as I storm out the halls, fucking hell. This isn’t fair. He doesn’t get her because he fucking overdosed. He doesn’t get her, he doesn’t get to break the rules, he doesn’t get to kiss her lips and feel her lips smile against them, or hear her involuntarily groan from his actions. It’s not fucking fair, that should be me.

LOLA’S POV

He breaks the kiss after minutes of pure bliss. My mind has officially switched off and only my heart is making the decisions. My heart, full of emotions and care for this broken boy that has managed to worm his way back into my heart, despite being the reason for some of it’s most painful tears.

He’s not fully back in, but then again he never fully left.

I roll onto my back, entwining our fingers as I stare at the ceiling of this bright hospital room.

The white walls reflect against each other, creating an awful glare, so I close my eyes, just for a second.

“Louis? I’m Doctor Craig.” I open my eyes a few minutes later to the sound of the Doctor’s voice. I sit up, realising I’m still laying next to Louis.

“Hi.” Louis tries to sit up but lacks the strength, his body worn out.

I hop off the bed, feeling awkward in Doctor Craig’s presence but when I go to sit back down in my chair I can’t, the space is occupied by a cup of coffee and my car keys.

Harry.

Aww, he didn’t have to get me coffee. I wonder where he went.

I pick up the items, shoving my keys into my pocket and sitting down to listen to the Doctor, talking to Louis about treatment options.

Louis reluctantly agrees to go into a rehabilitation institution for 48 hours, so that he can be monitored to see if he is addicted again.

I nod supportively, agreeing that it really is the best thing for him.

“I just need to monitor your vitals over night, and then we’ll check you into clinic. Any preferences?” The Doctor asks, filling out a sheet on the clipboard, I try to sneak a peak but medical jargon means nothing to me.

Louis gives him the name of some place, presumably the clinic he went to last time. And the Doctor disappears again.

“You should go home, they’re going to keep me in over night, you might as well go do something with the rest of your day.” Louis suggests, shuffling in the uncomfortable bed.

“My plans for today are already ruined, so I might as well stay here with you.” I roll my eyes, my tone heavily sarcastic.

“What were your plans for today?” He asks thoughtfully.

“We were going bungee jumping…” I prompt him, perching myself on the edge of the bed and pushing his hair off his face, fixing it into place.

“Oh. Sorry.”
“It’s okay, plenty of time for that in the future.”
“I can’t believe I have to go back to rehab.” He groans, banging his head against the pillow.