Chapter Twelve
Louis' Point of View
I struggled to drag my self up off the floor, my vision slightly blurry from the blood loss.
I felt hands gently grab at my waist, pulling me up. I was pulled into a hard chest. A familiar chest.
"Harry." I whispered, clutching onto his shirt tightly. I knew if I let go, I would fall to the floor again.
I looked at his face, and I felt extremely sad when I saw the tears racing down his cheeks.
I weakly reached up and wiped one away with a shaky hand.
"Don't cry Hazza. It's okay." I breathed out quietly, for it was all I was capable of speaking.
He shook his head, looking like his heart had been smashed into a million pieces. A choked sob escaped his lips. "Lou, you're terribly hurt, and it's my fault!"
My head felt fuzzy from all the blood I had lost. "No...no Harry...isn't your fault..." I murmured, feeling very tired all of a sudden.
His eyes widened. "No! Louis, stay awake! You have to stay awake!" he exclaimed, gripping my waist tightly as I leant all my weight on him to keep standing.
"Just gonna...rest my...eyes...Haz..." I whispered, my eyelids drooping as he gently laid me down on the floor, my head in his lap.
Another sob left his beautiful lips. "Please no! Please Louis, keep your eyes open, please baby!"
I reached up to touch Harry's face. "I love you." I whispered.
His face crumpled. "I love you too Louis. More than anything." he whimpered as I let my eyes flutter closed.
As the world faded, I vaguely heard Liam talking frantically. "Hello? 911? Please my friend needs help right now! Please hurry, he..." His voice faded until it was only a noise in the background.
I heard Niall's heart wrenching sobs coming from somewhere in the room as he cried, "Louis, you can't just die! Please don't leave me here by myself! You promised we'd always be there for each other!"
"I'm so sorry Nialler." the words left my lips so softly that I'm not sure I even said them aloud.
Niall's sobs drifted out of my hearing, becoming distant, just as Liam's desperate calls for help into his phone had before.
I briefly heard Zayn trying unsuccessfully to calm Niall down, but he sounded like he was choked up as well.
Zayn's voice faded along with the others, and two new ones replaced it. The voices of my Uncle Bobby and Aunt Maura.
Bobby was attempting to calm Aunt Maura, but he sounded like he was about to break down himself. Aunt Maura was an absolute mess.
She was sobbing and crying and screaming, "No! Please no! Not my baby! Please not my baby!"
My slowly beating heart filled up with love at her words. Her baby. She called me her baby. Just like she calls Niall and Greg her babies. Like I was her own son.
Everyone's voices turned into just noise in the background as I felt myself slipping away.
All but one.
The one of my dear love. My lover. My Hazza. My Harry.
He spoke the last words I heard, his voice cracking from the devastated sobs wracking his beautiful body.
"You can't leave me here! I just got you Lou, I can't lose you, please! I love you!"
A small smile graced my cold lips as I took my last breath. Those were good words to go to.
"I love you."
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Harry's Point of View
I was frozen.
I couldn't move.
No.
Louis did not die.
He did not just leave me.
He didn't.
I couldn't move a muscle as I looked down at his deathly pale face, and unmoving chest.
I didn't even move when the paramedics ripped Louis' cold body out of my arms.
I watched as they carried him out the door, to the ambulance.
I think I was in shock.
I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, and Liam's voice rang through my ears. "Harry,"
Then I snapped.
I was out the door in seconds, rushing for the ambulance parked on the street.
I ran to the open back doors, and I felt my heart stop at the sight.
"Clear!" a paramedic yelled as the electric paddles pushed on Louis' colorless chest.
My heart ripped in two as his small body arched when the electricity ran through him, desperately trying to start his heart again.
"Clear!" they tried again.
I felt someone's presence behind me, but I didn't dare take my eyes away from my baby.
"Harry, I don't think you should be seeing this." Zayn spoke, sounding concerned.
My heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly as the paramedics shared a grim look, then gave it one last shot.
"Clear!"
Louis' body arched painfully off the gurney, then fell back down with a small thud. He wasn't moving.
The paramedics looked back at me with pity in their eyes.
No.
Zayn's arms wrapped around my torso as I thrashed around. "No!" I screamed.
"Harry," Zayn said firmly, but I could tell he was crying a little.
I continued to fight against his hold, screaming loudly, "No! You can't be dead! Louis William Tomlinson, you can't just leave like that! Not so soon! I haven't gotten to take you on dates and say cheesy romantic crap to make you blush! I haven't gotten to hold you at night when you get scared of thunder storms and kiss your fears away!"
I kept going, tears flowing heavily down my face. "I haven't gotten to introduce you to my family because I know you're the one I want to be with forever! I haven't gotten to spoil you more than necessary because you're just so adorable! I haven't gotten to love you! You can't leave!"
I let my shoulders slump forward and Zayn struggled to support my weight as I hung my head, sobbing pitifully.
My heart is broken. It will never be fixed.
My Louis left me. He died.
My head snapped back up when one of the paramedics yelled, "There's a heartbeat!"
"Louis?" I whispered hopefully.
"His heartbeat is very weak, but it's there. This kid is alive! He needs to get to the hospital immediately, though!" one of the paramedics yelled.
The others went to work, getting ready to rush Louis to the hospital.
I just now noticed that Liam stood a bit behind me, holding Niall in his arms, who was crying loudly in relief and fear. We didn't know Louis was going to be completely okay just yet.
Bobby and Maura were next to Liam and Niall. Maura was just a wreck. She looked relieved, terrified, broken, and happy all at the same time.
Before closing the ambulance doors, the paramedic asked, "Does anyone want to ride with him?"
I looked at Bobby and Maura hopefully, and Bobby nodded at me.
I jumped into the ambulance, and sat next to the gurney. The paramedic slammed the door shut, and the vehicle began speeding toward the hospital.
I took Louis' cold hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. I knew he loves when I do that.
I brought his hand to my mouth, pressing my lips against it.
"It'll be okay baby. You'll be just fine. You have to be..." I whispered to him, running his limp hand over my cheek.
When we got to the hospital, Louis was taken away from me and rushed instantly into surgery.
Maura, Bobby, Niall, Zayn, Liam, and I were directed to a private waiting room.
Niall curled into Liam's side when they sat on a couch, burying his face in the brunette's neck.
Bobby and Maura sat on the other couch, and Zayn and I plopped down in the chairs.
I put my face in my hands.
Now we wait.
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(A/N) ... I honestly don't know where the heck that came from. It just happened. So... Sorry. Don't kill me.