Nothing like us

Why did he have to get sick? Why? Him of all people. Why?


10. Something has to be done

Liam's P.O.V.

Oh shit. I gasped. "Oh Harry." I sighed. "Memory loss occurs in Ebola's second convalescent stage. I-I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. I-I don't know wether it wil hurt or what's gonna happen to me and I'm just so so scared." Harry voice faded to a whisper. Tears streamed down his face. "I-Ididn't mean to yell and get mad at Louis. I just didn't want him to leave me." Harry's voice was full of pain. Either physicial or physcological. Probably both.  "I know Harry. I know. In a ew days Louis will realise that he was wrong and he'll come back. I'm sure of it." I said determinedly.Harry looked up and for the first time I saw just how much pain he was in. His normally sparkling green eyes were dull and lifeless. I gripped his hand with mine. Harry let out a shaky breath. "I don't know how long I can hold on for." He whispered. My heart was suddenly in my throat.


Louis where ever you are please come back. I texted him.


Why should I? He texted back a few minutes later.


Because Harry needs you. More then ever. Why are you just giving up on him? 




Really? Cuz it sure as hell seems like it. Harry just admitted that he doesn't know how long he can hold on for. 






Oh my gosh. i can't come home. There's something I have to do first. Goodbye Liam.



"Louis you fucker." I muttered under my breath. 

I turned my attention back to Harry. Niall had managed to calm him down somewhat. "You're gonna be ok Harry. Everything's going to be fine." I assured him although I wasn't sure how much of that I believed myself. "Do you guys want something to eat?" Zayn asked. I turned to Harry as did Niall and Zayn. "Not hungry." Harry mumbled. "Come on Harry you have to eat something." I prompted. "Not hungry." Harry said again. This time louder. He got up off the lounge and stood up. All the colour instntly draining from his face. Harry looked like he was about to collapse. "I'm going to bed." He announced before making his way up the stairs. Once I was sure he was out of earshot I turned to the others.

"I'm worried." Niall stated. "Thank you for stating the obvious." Zayn said sarcastically. "I know. But still..." "It's ok Nialler we know what you mean." I said speaking on behalf of Zayn and myself. "Yeah." Zayn agreed."Louis was a real dick." Niall spoke as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I know but...I think.." I sighed. "I was texting him before and he said that before he comes home he has to do something. I think it might have something to do with Simon and management. Simon has lectured me on multiple occasions of how touchy feely they are. I have an awfully bad feeling that Simon has something to do with all of this or it could be by sheer chance I don't know but I think Louis got that feeling too." I explained. It took a minute for Niall and Zayn to process what I'd just said. "I think you're right." Zayn agreed. "But whatever part Simon's hand has played in this we better find out soon. Agreed?" "Agreed." Niall and I said together. 

Louis' P.O.V.

I hated myself. I had gotten so mad at Harry. Gotten so worked up because I just wanted him to see reason. I partly lied to Harry. Losing my job was only half of the story. Paul was the one who rang me. Told me that if I didn't go I would be kicked out of One Direction. I only sort of cared about that. The next thing he told me I did. So I had to go.I sat at home in my room as my phone began to buzz meaning that someone was rigning me. It's 2:30 am in the morning! I don't even know why I'm still up who could possibly be rigning me? I thought.I answered anyway. Not even bothering to check the caller ID. "Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Louis." I was met with Harry's very weak and coarse voice. My blood ran cold."Harry!" "Uh Louis. Don't yell." Harry whispered. "I have a headache." His voice was growing quieter and quieter by the second. "Harry. Harry don't leave me." "I-I'm trying Louis. I-I'm s-so tired." "Harry please!" I couldn't stop my voice rising with desperation. "Come home..Louis." "I-I can't Harry. Not until tomorrow.  Harry I'm so sorry." "Please." I-I can't. There's something I have to do first." Tears began to stream down my face. "What could be more important than me?" It sounded really selfish but Harry was right. I couldn't believe I was putting my own vengance before my dying best friend. Harry's voice was laced with hurt. On the other end of the phone I heard a door open. "HARRY! Oh my gosh!" It ws Niall. "LIAM! ZAYN! HELP ME!" I could hear Harry's very slow shallow breathing. "Harry please." I sobbed. "Oh my gosh Harry. SHIT!" It was Liam now. "Who are you talking to?" Liam asked Harry. "Louis." Harry's voice faded even more. "Harry stay awake." Liam warned. "HARRY!" I began to cry harder. Iwas going to lose my best friend and I wasn't even there. "Goodbye..Louis." Harry managed beore the line went dead. "NO!" I screamed. "HARRY PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" I cried the hardest I'd ever cried before imagining me best friend lying in a coffin pale as a ghost red roses in his hands and me not being able to see it.

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