Harry sprinted down the hospital hallways. The lady at the front desk said Louis was on the third floor, room 364. The elevator had had a line, so Harry ran up the three flights of stairs to get to the correct floor, gasping for more air each step. He couldn't bear to think what had happened to Louis. He only heard parts of the story that his mother had told him on the way here. He couldn't think straight, all he could think about was Louis. Harry needed him to be okay. He needed him to be okay more than he had needed anything else before.
Now, standing outside Louis' room, he took a breath before pushing the door open. He was scared of what my lay beyond the doorframe.
Inside the room, the scene that was displayed before him was something Harry could have never predicted.
Louis was cooped up in the bed, his hair seemed to be matted to his head, his short legs were curled up under him, and his arms covered around himself. He truely look miserable, yet somehow, still beautiful. Harry still wasn't going to forgive him for what he did, but he cared to much not to be here for support.
Harry moved closer to Louis' sleeping body, and examining it closer. Cuts went in deep up and down his arms, and around his torso was heavy bandaging. From what Harry had understood, Louis attempted to kill himself by taking an overdose of pills. But, when his parents heard a thump of his body to the floor, they ran to his room where he layed unconscious. They then had rushed him to the hospital. The doctors had been able to pump his stomach fast enough to keep him alive. The pills had created some interior and permanent damage, but Louis will be able to survive.
Looking at Louis lay before him, Harry fell to his knees in pain. He had caused this. He began to weep with his head buried in his hands.
"...Haz" He heard being stammered from Louis. Harry shot up, standing up, and hovering over Louis. Harry placed his hand ever so carefully on Louis' waist.
"Louis..., you are the dumbest person I have ever met. Don't you know I wouldn't be able to handle my life without you? What would I do if I lost you? " Harry scolded in between tears. Harry hadn't planned on crying, but imagining Louis dead was something Harry couldn't deal with.
"Shouldn't I ask the same to you love?" Louis whispered, glancing down at Harry's cuts on his own wrists. Bashfully, Harry crossed his arms, never breaking eye contact with Louis. He was clearly in pain, he kept wincing every time he would breath, as if each breath hurt him more. God, this had to happen didn't it, thought Harry. Because no matter what, now that this had happened, Harry couldn't stop thinking about losing Louis. And losing Louis is something Harry never ever wants. Harry reached out to touch Louis, but pulled his hand away. He couldn't bear hurting him anymore.
Louis noticed Harry's hesitation.
"Love, you can touch me. I want you to touch me, but for now, just a bit more gentle then I'd normally like" Louis said with a laugh. The laugh must have hurt his abdomen, because Louis cryed out in pain. Harry rushed closer, wanting to help.
"What can I do?" Harry asked, he wanted Louis to feel nothing. Harry would rather have himself in Louis' position than the way it was right now. He couldn't handle this.
"Angel, all I want you to do, is love me. Please" Louis begged. Harry just couldn't believe he had called him angel. Harry couldn't refuse Louis anymore, he was so whipped. He nodded quickly, practically agreeing that he loved Louis. Although true, Harry still couldn't let Louis get away with pranking him in the beginning. He'd just let it slide for now.
"Harry , I don't know what all has happened to me while I've been in the hospital, but honestly, I'm not feeling great. I really want to rest. And I don't want you to know what happened here either, so please, don't want to know." Louis said. Somehow, that made sense to Harry. He wouldn't want Louis to know if he had been in the hospital.
"Okay, you want to rest. Is there anything I can do to help you sleep easier? " Harry asked. Louis' eyes darted to behind him, pointing at the open space in the bed, inviting him in. Harry walked around the edge of the bed to face Louis back.
Gingerly, Harry began to lay next to Louis. He could see Louis cringing in pain, but he continued to get situated in the bed. He had a feeling he'd be there for a while.
Louis nudged his weak elbow into Harry, and Harry wrapped his arm around Louis wounded torso, as softly as he could in response.
Typically, Harry preferred little spoon, but he was okay with this given the circumstances.
Harry nestled his chin into Louis' neck and planted his lips along the soft skin. Harry inhaled deeply. Even through the smell of antiseptics and painkillers, Louis still smelled the same sweet scent of Louis.
Harry could feel Louis trying to wiggle his bum closer to him, but he was struggling. Harry pushed his hips closer, so close that Louis' bum touched the crotch of Harry's jeans. Louis sighed in relief, and Harry didn't mind at all.
"Harry, can you talk to me until I fall asleep?" Louis quietly asked, his frail fingertips grazing over Harry's hand.
"What would you like me to say?" Harry whispered into Louis neck.
"Anything, I just want to hear your voice"
"Okay, I'll try my best" Harry paused. He knew just what to say. He could feel Louis' breathing, something so soothing, he wasn't nervous.
Harry kept his lips against Louis' neck, and began to speak. "Once upon a time, there were two people, so in love, that their love alone could have cured everything that was evil. The couples names were Harry and Louis. One was tall and shy, the other, shorter and brave. No one could separate them, and it was their greatest weakness. Every time Harry would kiss Louis, he would get butterflies in his stomach, and his heart would beat so fast he couldn't breath. Harry sometimes questioned how Louis felt about him, but always came to the conclusion he loved him very much. Harry loved Louis so much, that he would tell him every night, after kissing his lips." Harry finished the story, before reaching over to plant a soft kiss on Louis' lips. Their lips barely touched, just enough to get the taste. The lips had grazed over each other leaving Harry wanting more. But, he knew Louis was hurt, and didn't want want to break him anymore.
Harry put his head back into the crook of Louis' neck, and whispered, "I love you Louis".
Harry whispered it again, and again. He kept whispering it until he heard Louis breathing slow, and turn into sleep.
Harry's eyes soon became heavy, but still tangled up in Louis, he was happier. They would get through the pain of what had happened together. And as Harry's eyes shut for slumber, his last thought was, Louis and I may be broken, but we're better now, and better together.
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FanfictionHarry is mesmerized by the remarkable new senior student Louis. Louis' bad boy reputation and good looks quickly earn him respect at school. But somehow, Harry finds a way to break him out of his shell and show him the real Louis Tomlinson. But is t...