Maybe The Unexpected Isn't So Bad

Chapter 2

I sigh before starting to sit up and swing my legs out of the bed then standing up quickly but as soon as I do, the world spins and I suddenly feel like I’m going to be sick. I reach blindly for something to vomit in and cover my mouth with my other hand. My hand grabs something plastic as I fall back onto the bed and I manage to get it in line with my mouth just as I move my hand away and throw up. My whole body shakes as I vomit violently into the thing which I assume is a bag.

After a few minutes, I finally stop and I gasp in air, thankful that it’s over. I faintly hear the door open but I don’t move, still hunched over the bag just in case.

“You’re okay, son. You’re okay.” A gruff male voice says and I let out a moan. Strong but gentle hands slowly help me sit up straight before laying me on my side. Someone takes the bag from my hands and I close my eyes. My throat burns with the taste of vomit and my stomach lurches again, making me gag. “You’re okay, son. You’re going to be okay.” Am I, because I don’t feel okay? I think to myself as I manage to gasp

“Bag” before I vomit again, hopefully into the bag again.

Harry’s Perspective

I look up from Liam’s shoulder as a doctor and the nurse walk quickly towards Louis’ room. That’s when I hear the sound of vomiting coming from behind the locked door. I spring to my feet as the nurse and doctor quickly unlock the door and the others spring to their feet, rushing to the door as the medical staff run into the room. I get to the door first but before I can run in completely Zayn wraps his arms around my waist, keeping me in the doorway as I watch my boyfriend gasp in air and leaning over a nearly full vomit bag. The doctor reaches out and touches Louis’ back, telling him that he’s okay and helping Louis lie on his side. I watch as Louis closes his blue eyes as the doctor takes the bag out of my boyfriend’s hands, chucking it into a bin immediately. Louis gags and Zayn’s arms tighten around my waist, neither of us enjoying the sight before us.

“Bag” Louis gasps before throwing up, his whole body shaking and I’m not sure, but I think I see a tear slide down his cheek. I start trying to get out of Zayn’s hold but it’s no use, Zayn is stronger than I am so he easily keeps me in place, forcing me to watch helplessly as Louis continues to empty all the contents of his stomach.

After about five minutes, Louis stops and starts to relax. The nurse holds a wet towel to his sweaty forehead while the doctor introduces himself to Lou, who probably doesn’t care. The doctor then looks up and asks us politely to leave so he can look after Louis. I open my mouth to protest but Zayn’s already dragging me away and Liam closes the door while Niall comforts Jay, who’s crying and saying something about how Lou might be really sick. As that thought dawns on me, Zayn sits me down in a chair and I pull my knees up to my chest, burying my face in them.

What happens if Louis is really sick? What happens if there’s no cure? What happens if Louis never gets better?

I force myself to take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. If Louis is actually sick then I’ll need to hold it together and look after him. Besides, he probably just has the stomach flu.

‘A stomach flu that made him pass out? A stomach flu that made him have headaches all week? This is your fault; if you took him to the doctors earlier then none of this would be happening.’ A negative voice in my head says but I force it away, not letting myself dwell on those thoughts, knowing it’ll only make me feel more worried and scared then I’ll probably cry, which will cause Niall to cry then Zayn and Liam will be upset. So instead, I raise my head from my knees and place both of my feet on the ground then place my head on Zayn’s shoulder, letting him wrap his arm around my shoulders, but none of us say another word until twenty minutes later, the doctor comes out, followed by the nurse soon after who tells us that we can see him.

When we step inside, Jay and I the first ones in, we see Louis fully dressed in the clothes he was wearing at the signing, sitting on the bed and looking at his phone. He glances up as we enter and smiles at us before his mum jumps forward, wrapping her arms around Louis neck and letting out a small relieved noise. She pulls away before Louis can react then places her hands on Louis’ cheeks.

“Are you okay? Do you still feel sick? Oh gosh, you’re pale. What did the doctor say? Are you going to be okay? Oh my god, we’re going to get you the best doctor in England and we’ll make sure you get better. But you should come home to Doncaster so I can look after-” Jay starts to rant on but Louis cuts her off before she can start to plan.

“Mum, I’m fine! I’m okay, I promise.” Louis says and reaches up to take his mother’s hands off his cheeks as we all throw him sceptical looks.

“You didn’t look okay when you were puking your guts up twenty minutes ago.” Niall says and Louis sighs, ignoring Niall’s comment, he continues answering his Mum’s questions.

“The doctor and the nurse just took a blood test. He said he’ll call me tomorrow and tell me the results. He said he thinks he knows what’s wrong but isn’t certain so he’s not going to tell me. But he said we don’t need to worry about it and that I’m going to me okay. I’m not going to die, Mum so stop looking at me like that. And no, I’m not going back to Doncaster. I have a performance tomorrow night. And I don’t need the best doctor in England so settle down. I am fine, just really tired and I want to go home and sleep.” He says and Jay looks at him worriedly, stroking his hair off his face but stops panicking.

“Did the doctor say you can go home?” Zayn asks from behind me and Louis turns to look at us, nodding before standing up. He looks at me and I lace my hand through his immediately.

“Just need to sign something then we can go.” He says and we all sigh in relief. We stand there is silence for a few seconds before Liam says softly

“You had us worried, Lou.” Louis smiles at us before opening up his arms, pulling me into one side.

“Come ‘ere boys.” He orders and all the boys instantly come and join the hug, which turns out more like a huddle. We stand like this for about half a minute before we all pull away from each other. Louis keeps his arm wrap around me and Niall grabs Louis’ wrist, starting to pull us out of the room gently.