Hello, Mr. Celebrity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Twenty Six

My uncontrollable crying had calmed down a bit, and I was just sniffling now, silent tears running down my cheeks.

"I love him so much," I muttered.

"I know you do." Harry said soothingly.

I continued. "He has such a beautiful smile. Even if I'm in a bad mood, he just has to smile at me and I'm instantly smiling too. And when he gets worked up or angry, and he talks really fast and his accent is hard to understand... It's so cute. And his laugh, oh his laugh. It's one of the most perfect things about him."

I felt Harry nod, and just continued to rub my back. We were silent for a while, as I was comforted by my best friend.

I finally sat up, sniffling and wiping my eyes. He patted my knee, and said softly, "Why don't I go get you some coffee?"

I nodded gratefully, and he gave me a soft smile before making his way to the door.

Before he left though, he glanced back at me. "By the way, the bag is for when Niall wakes up." He then winked, and was gone.

My brow furrowed in confusion, and I shakily stood from the hard chair. I shuffled over to the table the curly haired lad had set the plastic bag on.

I opened it warily, and saw that it was full of items Harry had purchased. I saw a few bags of Niall's favorite candy, a bag or two of crisps, and a take out bag from Nando's. I chuckled.

I sifted through the bag, and I felt a warm blush reach my face when I saw the box of condoms at the bottom, underneath everything else.

I quickly covered it back up with the food, and tied the bag shut, trying to calm my red cheeks. "Screw you, Styles." I muttered to myself.

I glanced back at Niall, who was still laying unresponsive on the uncomfortable looking hospital bed.

I sighed, and moved back over to my chair. I softly picked up his limp hand in my own, and linked our fingers together.

"My angel..." I whispered, bringing his hand to my lips.

I kept my eyes on our intertwined hands, and didn't even realize it when the soft tune left my lips.

"Your hand fits in mine, like it's made just for me... but bare this in mind, it was meant to be..."

I took a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut, and whispered to the sleeping boy, "I love you."

My eyes flew open when there was a slight pressure on my hand. My head snapped up, and my eyes widened when my vision was filled with electrifying blue.

My lips parted, no words coming out. "N-Nialler?" I finally managed to choke out.

A tired grin stretched across his inviting lips. "Hi." he croaked.

I began trembling, and slowly brought my hand to his cheek, stroking my thumb over the soft skin. "Hi," I chuckled with watery eyes.

He took a deep breath, still looking a bit weak. "Liam..."

I looked straight into his eyes. He doesn't usually call me by my full name. It's always some cute nickname he's come up with.

A contented smile played on his lips. "I love you too."

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(Louis' Point of View)

Our intertwined hands swung back and forth between us as we strolled aimlessly down the hospital hallways.

My mind was slightly at ease because of Harry's comforting thumb stroking over our linked fingers, but thoughts were still rushing through my head so fast it was impossible to comprehend any single thought.

I distractedly kicked my feet as we rounded a corner, and I could feel Harry's gaze on me. I struggled to keep my eyes from looking up to those beautiful green orbs that I knew had been watching me for quite a while now.

"Boo." his deep voice washed over all my senses.

I sighed, and turned my head toward the wall, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Louis," he said pointedly, knowing something was bothering me.

"Hazza," I began, my voice shaky. "This is all my fault, isn't it?"

I glanced up to see his face twisted into a pained expression. "What? Boo..."

"Don't, Harry." I said firmly, my voice betraying me by cracking on the first word. "Don't tell me that what happened to Niall isn't my fault when we all know it is!"

He abruptly stopped walking, and turned to face me. I winced when I saw the heartbroken expression on his face.

To my disappointment, a sob ripped its way from my lips, and I turned away from Harry, covering my face with my hands pathetically. "I'm such a screw up." I croaked.

I felt familiar large hands cover my own that seemed so small in comparison. My hands were gently pulled away from my face, and suddenly all I could see was Harry's loving expression.

"Louis," he whispered, so much adoration and love laced his words, it made my breath hitch. "My precious Louis... Listen to me. You are not at fault for anything, especially not this. No one blames you. I don't blame you. Niall won't blame you, so neither should you."

Tears spilled onto my cheeks at his words. His thumbs slowly moved to wipe them away. He then leaned down to kiss my wet cheeks.

"Flawless." he whispered, an awed expression on his face as he looked over my face, as if trying to memorize every detail.

My eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the amount of love radiating off of this beautiful man in front of me.

And every single bit of that love belonged to me.