Don't Leave Me

Harry has a strong interest in Louis.... but is it enough for him to take drastic action?

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13. Sick Feelings

*Louis POV*
I woke up from my nap. Well, if you could even call it a nap. It was more like a period of time in which I fell asleep for a minute or two before jerking awake again every so often to check on Harry. I was tired still. I checked the clock. 3:12 pm. Wow, over 24 hours without proper sleep. New record. Woohoo. I hear the door open and see Paul walk in with Niall. 
“Hi Pauly-wauly.”
He crinkled his nose. He hated that nickname, but I loved it.
“Louis, you have to take a break. Go outside, eat something. Niall here will take over in watching Harry.”
“But Paul! I don’t wanna leave Haz. What if he wakes up? I want to be the first person he sees when he wakes up!”
I sounded like a whiny ten-year-old, but I didn’t care. I don’t do anything without my Haz. 
“Louis. No. We are going. That’s not an option. Niall will call if Harry even moves. Okay? Let’s go.”
Reluctantly, I get up and follow Paul. Before I leave, Niall pulls me into a hug, pats me on the back, and whispers in my ear, “I understand.”
*Niall POV*
I pulled out of my embrace with Louis. I watched him follow Paul out of the room with one last glance at Harry. I looked at Louis. He had bags under his eyes. The sparkle in them was replaced by an unfeeling dullness. His hair was going every which way. Lou Teasdale is going to have a fit when she sees him. His skin was pale, almost translucent from the lack of sleep. His shoulders were slumped, his feet shuffled like a zombie’s. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I sigh and settle down into the armchair conveniently placed by Harry’s bed. I think about what I would be doing if Liam was in Harry’s position. I wouldn’t have the energy or willingness to even talk or move. I would probably be curled up in this chair in a fetal position, holding Liam’s hand, not even daring to breathe too loudly. I would be praying that he would wake up. That he would be able to look at me, talk to me, laugh with me. I looked at Harry. He looked so fragile. His skin sheet white, his freckles standing out, His cheeks were smooth and dimple-free. His hands lay motionlessly by his sides, almost as white as the sheets. If it weren’t for the fact that he had tubes sticking out of various parts of him, he’d look like he was asleep. I settled back down into my chair, and began playing Angry Birds. 
*Louis POV*
I’m sitting at a Starbucks with Paul. He’s eating and
drinking his coffee. I tried to force down one bite of my sandwich, but my body just rejected it. It’s as if Harry not being here has affected every part of my life. If he was here, he would have taken my sandwich by now and start eating it, just like Niall. He would have laughed at me when I pouted and demanded to have it back. He would then buy me a brownie along with another sandwich because he would feel bad. My stomach churns. That one bite does not feel good.I run to the bathroom. Back up it comes. I wipe my mouth and run back to Paul. We go back to the hospital, so as we can alleviate Niall from his post. When we get there, Niall’s sitting the chair, with Liam and Zayn standing on either side of him. They all look at me when they hear the door open. Their facial expressions are a mixture of sorrow and worry. My mind jumps to the worst conclusion possible: Harry’s dead. Niall sees my worry and
he says, “Don’t worry mate, he’s still breathing! His heart monitor’s still beeping ain't it?” 
Oh yeah…… Forgot about that……..
“What happened?”
Liam responds, “His heart stopped. Twice. They managed to revive him, but his heart’s getting weaker.”
My heart skips a beat. I turn around, my body shaking with rage, and start ranting at Paul.
“DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED!? HE COULD HAVE DIED! D-I-E-D. DIED! AS IN NO LONGER ON THE EARTH!!!!! IMAGINE IF HE DID! WHAT IF HE WOKE UP MOMENTARILY TO SAY GOODBYE TO THE EARTH AND I WASN'T THERE! WHAT IF HE WANTED TO SAY GOODBYE TO ME! WHAT IF HE DECIDED TO DIE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT I DESERTED HIM! REALLY PAUL YOU SHOULD THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS BEFORE YOU TAKE SOMEONE AWAY FROM A COMA PATIENT!”
*Harry POV*
I woke up with a start. I look around my room. OH crap. Not this again! I see Louis in the corner. He’s looking kinda spazzy this time though….What does this dream even mean? I mean like seriously this has got to be the seven billionth time I've had it. Am I supposed to be sorry for everything that has happened in Louis’ life? Wait, why are my eyelids so heavy? And why is Louis so LOUD!? And who’s he yelling at? And who’s this beside me……?
 
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