It was going to be a long day today. Louis and Harry had tons of work to do since they were preparing a new show. And of course they had to play on festivals this summer, so they had to rehearse for that as well. Normally Louis and Harry drove together, but since the weather was starting to be good, Harey chose to take his bicycle to go to work. Louis was the first one to arrive at the office they rented, since he came with their car. First of all he went to take a drink, since he was thirsty and then went to his desk and turned on his computer, typing out new lyrics. He started looking through some documents that were on his desk and sighed. So much to do, he thought by himself. He decided to handle those documents later. First he wanted to write out some ideas for their show, the lights and that kind of stuff.
Louis pov
Finally I am at the office. So much work to do today. Luckily my boyfriend will be here soon to help me out. He is so creative. I get annoyed fast when those things don't want to work with me. Oh well, Harry will fix it. Where is he actually? I know he took the bicycle this morning, and I know it can take a little longer, but I'm here for almost an hour now, and he is still not here. Strange.
Harry's pov
The weather is nice. With this kind of weather I just love to go to the office by bike. I only have to go through a few more streets and I'll arrive . I use my left arm to indicate where I want to go. But the car behind me sees me too late, and he hits my wheel, which makes me fall hard to the ground. I'm hurting everywhere. I can feel some blood on my head. My elbow is hurting like hell, my ribs too. The next thing I hear is a car driving away with full speed. The bastard doesn't even help me. Fuck, and I was already late. I try to get up slowly, but I start to see black spots. The only thing I could hear from far away were sirenes, then everything turns black.
An hour later...
Louis pov
I'm kind of mad right now. Harry is not here yet. He's almost two hours late. He probably went somewhere to have breakfast first, without telling me. Suddenly my phone starts ringing. Hmm.. strange, a number I don't know. Should I pick up? Well, I better pick up, maybe it is something important.
I pick up and say hello. On the other side is a woman's voice. She asks me if I'm Louis Tomlinson and I confirm. Then she starts talking slowly to me. What she tells me nearly makes me jump out of my skin. Harry has had an accident and is in the hospital. I quickly ask her which room he is in and if I can see him. She says it's okay, so I write down the number of his room and hang up. I take my jacket and get into my car and start driving towards the hospital.
No one's pov
Louis arrives at the hospital and goes to the reception to ask which way he has to go to reach his boyfriend's room. She explains him that he has to take the green elevator and then to the left, at the end of the hallway. Louis took the elevator and went to Harry's room. When he entered the room, he saw Harry was sleeping. His arm was in a cast and he had stitches on his head. He went to sit down in the chair next to his bed and took his hand. Then a doctor entered the room.
“Mr. Tomlinson?” he said.
“Yes, that's me. How is my Hazza? What does he have? Is it bad?” Louis asked, half panicking.
“Easy, easy mister. He's in a lot of pain right now, but all by all he has been lucky. He got hit by a car. His elbow is broken as well as a few ribs. And a minor cut on his head. He also has a mild concussion. Apart from that, he is fine. We'll keep him in the hospital today, tomorrow he can go home, but he has to rest until all the symptoms of the concussion are gone. He has to take it easy for six weeks because of his broken ribs.” the doctor explained.
“I'll make sure of that, I'll make sure he gets enough rest.”
“All right. Have a good day mister Tomlinson.”
The doctor left the room. Louis was looking at his boyfriend, who was still asleep. He was still holding his hand. Louis started to feel a little tired and fell asleep on the chair, with his Hazza's hand in his hand. After a good 30 minutes Louis woke up again. Harry was squeezing his hand softly.
“Hey, Hazza...” Louis said, with a sleepy voice.
“L...Lou?” Harry asked, a bit confused.
“Shhh... easy, I'm here.” Louis started stroking his boyfriend's hand to comfort him.
Harry tried to sit up but directly regret it.
“Ow, ouch. I'm hurting everywhere... what happened?”
“You don't remember? You... got hit by a car.”
“Oh... yes... I remember now... I wanted to go left, and then a car hit my wheel. I tried to get up to go to the office... but next thing I remember is that I saw a car drive away as fast as it could. And the next thing I know is that I'm here...”
“WHAT?! THE CAR DROVE AWAY?! WITHOUTH HELPING YOU?! WHAT A FUCKING ASSHOLE!! THAT MAKES ME SO MAD!” Louis screamed.
“Louis... p... please don't scream... my head hurts...” Harry said, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Sorry... it just makes me mad, what if you died over there?”
“s okay... I'm not dead... but I'm hurting so badly...”
“I can believe that, your elbow is broken, you have a few broken ribs, a concussion and a big cut on your head.”
“Oh.. well that explains it. Shit, what about our shows and the festivals and... OW....”
“Easy Harry, you have to take it easy. Don't worry about all of that. I'll post something on Twitter later today to explain the fans what happened. You have to rest for the next couple of weeks the doctor said.
“Mmmh... okay... I'm tired...”
“Sleep a little. It's good for you. I'll be here when you wake up.”
“Okay, thanks Lou.”
“No problem.”
Harry fell asleep very fast. Louis took another look at his boyfriend, and felt tears coming. He started crying. What kind of asshole doesn't stop when he hits someone?
Harry woke up after a few minutes, because Louis was blowing his nose loudly. He wanted to ask him to be a bit more quiet because of his head, but then he saw his eyes. Completely red because of crying.
“Hey... Lou... are you okay? You cried...”
“Oh, Hazza... sniff... when I got... sniff... that phone call... I thought... I really thought you were almost dead... and then you told me that bastard didn't even help you and....”
Harry moved a little bit towards the right side, to make place for Louis.
“Oh, Lou... come here...”
“I'm going to hurt you when I come to sit there.”
“No, no you won't, it's fine, come here.” Harry assured.
Louis went to sit next to his brother on the hospital bed.
Harry put his good arm on his back and started to rub it softly.
“Hey... Lou... it's okay, shhh... it's okay. I'm here, and I'm going to recover. It's gonna take a little time, but in a few weeks I'm as good as new.”
“Yeah...”
Then suddenly a man and and old woman entered the room.
“Hello? And who are you two?” Harry asked, confused.
“I'm the person who called the ambulance. I wanted to see how you are.” The woman said.
“That's kind of you. And who are you?” Louis asked to the man.
“Well... I'm... I'm the person who... who caused this whole situation... and...”
Louis didn't let the man finish his sentence. He jumped up and ran straight towards the man and gave him a hard punch in the face.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE THAT YOU ARE! YOU NEARLY KILLED MY BOYFRIEND, YOU KNOW THAT?????!!!! LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE BASTARD!”
Even though Harry's head was hurting like hell, he started screaming too. But not to the man. He yelled at his boyfriend.
“LOUIS! STOP IT! LET HIM GO! LET HIM EXPLAIN IT, PLEASE. COME HERE NOW!”
Louis came to his senses and went to sit next to Harry again.
“Go on..” Harry said to the man.
“Well... I didn't see you, when you wanted to go left, I was blinded by the sun... I noticed when I hit your wheel. Then I panicked and drove away. But I'm sorry. I went back to where it happened, because I saw this woman coming out of her house, to call the ambulance. She told me she stayed with you the whole time untill the ambulance was there. Then she suggested of coming here, to apologize. Look, I know I should have stopped, but I was in a complete state of panic and... well, I apologize. I'm really sorry about what happened. I'm going to pay all the hospital costs for you. And I'm going to the police to tell what I have done...” the man said.
“Well, apologies accepted. I appreciate it that you came here to tell your story. You panicked, panic is a natural reaction.” Harry said.
“Yes... but I shouldn't have done that...” the man answered.
“INDEED YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE! YOU HAD TO MOVE YOUR ASS OUT OF THE CAR AND HELP HIM!” Louis shouted angrily.
“Louis...” Harry said.
“No, let him. I would react like that too.” the man said, guilt in his voice.
“I think it is time for us to go.” the woman said.
“Yes... well, lady, thank you for calling the ambulance for my boyfriend. And to you, mister asshole. I hope this opened your eyes. I hope this made you think.” Louis said.
“Yes...” the man answered. Then they left.
“Lou... did you really had to be so hard on him? He was feeling guilty...”
Louis sighed.
“I'm sorry... I know... I shouldn't have punched him in the face, but I was so angry of what he did to you...” Louis said, again feeling tears coming up.
Harry noticed. Then he saw again, tears slipping out of his boyfriend's eyes. He started rubbing his back again.
“Oh Lou... you shouldn't have punched him indeed... but on the other hand... I'm glad to have you. By the way, nice left one.” Harry said jokingly, with a smile on his face.
It made Louis laugh a little. Louis put a hand on his Hazza's head and started to stroke his hair softly. It made Harry feel relaxed and after a few minutes he fell asleep.
Then Louis started thinking to himself while looking at his sleeping boyfriend:
“I can't put it in words, but you are everything to me. We fight sometimes, we get on each other's nerves, but you are also the one who is always there for me. You are precious. I wouldn't know what to do or where I would be without you. I don't like it that you saw me cry today, but I guess that is a bit my weakness. I can't stand it when somebody hurts you. I love you."
Louis continued to stroke his boyfriend's hair. After a while he got tired too and fell asleep. His head resting against Harry's head. They slept like that the whole afternoon. And of course, at night, Louis stayed with his boyfriend. The next day Harry was allowed to go home. When they arrived home, Louis made the couch as comfortable as possible, since it was too painfull for Harry to go upstairs. He also put a matress for himself next to the couch, made sure his Hazza had something to drink and to eat. He carefully slipped a pillow under Harry's head, and covered him with a blanket.
“How are you feeling now Harry?” Louis asked.
“I'm still tired, and everything hurts like mad, but I feel already better then yesterday, because I'm here with you. I'm happy to be home. I want to do lot's of things, but I can't...”
“You need to rest love. Don't worry. Do you have everything you need?” Louis asked.
“Yes, thanks boobear. I appreciate what you do for me.”
“It's nothing. You would do the same for me.”
“Sure I would. Oh, and about yesterday... sorry for shouting at you. I felt bad for it afterwards.”
“I kind of deserved it, I guess... I'm calm now, and I realize the guy was really sorry. He really meant what he said over there. Shouldn't have acted that way, but it was just... I was so angry.”
“I know... it's all right now. Need a hug?”
“Yes.” he said.
“Come here, but careful for my ribs please.”
Louis moved closer and Harry hugged him.
“If you don't mind, I'm going to sleep a little now... I'm really tired, because of the concussion I guess.” Harry said.
“Sure, just try to sleep love. I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying here.”
“Thanks, and Lou, you should get some sleep too. It was an emotional rollercoaster yesterday, as well for you as for me.”
“Yes, I'm going to sleep too. And if there is anything you need, wake me up.”
“I will. Thanks. I love you, boobear.”
“And I love you too, Haz.”
in the following weeks Louis took care of Harry and gave him everything he needed. Love, kisses, hugs and smiles. Butterflies.