Harry followed the two into the hospital, watching Zayn carry Louis’ limp body. He stopped breathing for seconds at a time and found himself sucking in sudden breaths, desperate for oxygen. He sat on the chair next to Zayn, staring at the wall in front of them, with red, puffy, eyes which had new tears forming. He didn’t answer him or move. He just sat there with a million different thoughts going through his mind, and they wouldn’t stop.
“Harry? Harry!” Zayn pulled Harry into his lap, ignoring any possible onlookers completely. This was serious. Besides, this hospital was secure enough that it wouldn’t let any media in. He pulled the silent, unresponsive boy against his chest, tucking the tear stained face into his neck and rubbing the tense, shaking back. “Baby, please say something. Louis’ in good hands now. They’ll do the best they can. Maybe we should go to Liam’s room and wait there?” He desperately tried to elicit a response from Harry. In his haste, he had brought them to the closest hospital, conveniently the one where Liam was at. Sighing, he pressed another kiss to Harry’s forehead. Two of his friends were in the hospital now. He had to be strong for Harry and Niall.
Harry wasn’t sure why, but he was mad. Probably because Louis didn’t even care. He didn’t care that if he left, Harry would be destroyed and wouldn’t be able to go back to his old self again. It seemed as if he didn’t care about leaving him. Maybe his supposed best friend, didn’t really care about him. Hell, maybe none of them cared about him. He pulled away as Zayn kissed his forehead and gave him this look, a look as if ‘Don’t do that. Don’t lie to me like everyone else has’ and stood up, going to sit in a chair on the other side of the room. He was back in the same position he was in the car, knees against his chest, face hidden from everyone else. He was hurt and didn’t know how to handle it, but Zayn wasn’t reacting. He was calm, and that’s what was another thing making Harry mad.
Louis was still out of it, not noticing the voices in the car. He had forgotten about Larry, the boys, his family. Lost in a new kind of Avalon.
“Shit!” Zayn swore, pulling into the parking lot. The puppy had been left home alone. But right now, Louis needed attention. He pulled himself out of the car, opening the door for Harry and hoisting Louis up into his arms and turning him over to a waiting gurney in the ER. Sitting down on the hard plastic chair, he pulled Harry down next to him, cuddling him close and pressing kisses to his hair. “We should tell the others, hm?” he murmured, trying to distract Harry.
Harry followed the two into the hospital, watching Zayn carry Louis’ limp body. He stopped breathing for seconds at a time and found himself sucking in sudden breaths, desperate for oxygen. He sat on the chair next to Zayn, staring at the wall in front of them, with red, puffy, eyes which had new tears forming. He didn’t answer him or move. He just sat there with a million different thoughts going through his mind, and they wouldn’t stop.
Why would you do this to me?
I’m not doing this to you.
You didn’t even think or care about how this would affect me.
Harry was in the backseat, with his knees brought up to his chest, still crying, refusing to look up. Louis’ wasn’t suppose to do this to him, Harry needed him. If he’s allowed to give up, then why wasn’t Harry allowed to? But he wasn’t really thinking about that, all he could think about was he was going to lose Louis. His crying got slightly louder, from sniffles to quiet sobs.
Zayn let Louis slump into the seat, closing the door and making his way to the back seat, opening the door and pressing a gentle, but firm, hand to Harry’s knee. “Harry,” he said, squeezing slightly. “Right now, we’re going to take Lou to the hospital. But I need you to stay calm, alright? We’ll try our best to make sure Louis’ okay, I promise.” With that, he made his way to the driver’s seat, rushing to the hospital.
Harry nodded his head weakly, still not looking up. His sobbing stopped but he was still crying, his jeans becoming soaked from the tears they were absorbing. He couldn’t speak or think or move. All he could do was sit there and cry.
But Louis was sleepy, and he wanted to sleep not to open his eyes. He let out a small moan.
Frustrated, Zayn resumed his tapping, hoisting Louis up onto his feet. He was basically carrying the boy. Bringing the Louis’ arm up around his shoulder, he half carried, half dragged Louis to the car, dropping him into the passenger seat. “Lou,” he called out, trying to get his attention. “We’re going to the hospital. Now.”
Louis was too deep in his blur to understand what Zayn was saying. He hadn’t even noticed Harry’s presence. Everything was getting too far away to reach. Everything was fading away.
Harry was in the backseat, with his knees brought up to his chest, still crying, refusing to look up. Louis’ wasn’t suppose to do this to him, Harry needed him. If he’s allowed to give up, then why wasn’t Harry allowed to? But he wasn’t really thinking about that, all he could think about was he was going to lose Louis. His crying got slightly louder, from sniffles to quiet sobs.
Should we combine the paras or something?
Probably. Who should reblog which post?
Louis had locked his room. He really wanted to think. To be alone. To sort his life. Harry was trying to get happy. Niall was struggling with his fears and Liam being hurt. Zayn was holding Harry together. What was he suppose to do ? He sighed and remembered the bottles hidden in his wardrobe. He opened the door and grabbed one of the bottles before closing the wardrobe again. He swallowed what would have been a shot -had he had the glass to pour it- and closed his eyes. Lottie wanted him to disappear. Larry was sleeping after a long morning playing with a ball. Damian was still missing. And he felt like shit. So, he kept on drinking, until his head was spinning. He sat himself against his bed, on the floor. The carpet was soft againt his touch. He took another gulp. Thinking was becoming harder. Great. That was exactly what he wanted. Maybe that was for the best ? No one was going to phone him. No one would come and get him. No one would try to stop him this time; Harry wasn’t there. Zayn wouldn’t mind. Niall wasn’t aware of anything. And Liam was busy somewhere else : getting better. Louis raised the bottle, cheering to himself before drinking again, emptying the bottle. His head was pounding like crazy and everything was blurry. Exactly what he needed. He was tired, and he wanted to sleep. Just sleep. Sleep forever…
Harry had just gotten back from shopping with Zayn to replace the destroyed shoes and hair gel. He had been texting Louis the whole time, and he seemed upset. But not just upset, Harry knew all too well what people had on their minds when they acted like that, but he would have called. He would have asked for help. Wouldn’t he? Harry set his bags down and gave Zayn a quick kiss, “Thank you for the shoes” he said with a small smile before heading to Louis’ room to check on him, “Lou? It’s me. May I come in?” he asked knocking on the door. No answer. “Lou?” this time his voice was more serious, and he tried to open the door but it was locked, “Fuck! Louis open this door!” he yelled, starting to panic. He frantically turned the door knob and kicked the door repeatedly but it wouldn’t open. He ran to the kitchen and got a small knife, and went back to unlock the door. When he saw him, lying on the floor, pale, eyes closed, Harry collapsed to the ground right next to his, what he thought, dead friend. He lied his head on his chest, sobbing and yelling, “You weren’t suppose to leave me! You can’t! I needed you.” he said while crying more than he had in his entire life, starting to hyperventilate.
Ugh! You’re so stubborn.
I know. But you love me, so it’s all good.
Yeaahh I love you. But I should be allowed to spoil you,
