catch me

On their break the boys of One Direction decide to go to the beach. They have a lot of fun, smimming and laying on the beach, untill Harry decides to go cliffdiving. What they don't know is it's very dangerous there and, but it's already to late when find out and Harry already jumped. Louis is there to save him but things will never be the same again. Harry struggles with the fact he will be limping for the rest of his life and goes to a hard time, but there is that one girl that makes him believe that after train there's sunshine.


4. back home

Louis' p.o.v.

I was packing Harry's stuff as he was still sleeping. The thought of living with my brother again made me happy, I would miss Eleanor though. When I was done packing I slowly shook him to wake him up. 'Wake up Hazza, we're leaving.' He groaned and lifted himself up. A doctor walked in with crutches, and haded them to Harry. 'If you get tired you can use these. Harry nodded and with the help of his crutches he followed me to the car. 'I'll never be able to drive again.' Harry suddently said as we were halfway. 'I'll be your free taxi.' I said as I tried to brighten up his mood. Harry said nothing back, he just looked out the window gloomy face. As we were finally there I put everything inside and watched Harry as he walked in with hid crutches. 'Home sweet home.' He said. That sounded al lot better. Maybe Harry just needed some time to feel better, and a friend who looks out for him.As everything was unpacked we threw ourself on the couch. 'Let's watch a movie.' I suggested. 'Yeah, alright.' After ten minutes Harry stood up. 'I'm going to get myself a drink, do you want something?' 'Wouldn't it be more easy if I get something for us?' I answered. 'Hey I'm not helpless!' I watched him as he limped to the fridge. It was painfull to see how much energy and effort it took him to get there. 'Coke or pepsi?' 'Pepsi's ok.' He limped back and handed me my pepsi. 'When is our next performance.' Harry asked. I got a lump in my troath thinking about Harry performing with his limp leg. Harry must have seen my face. 'Lou, we have to perform again one day.' 'But what if you fall, and you won't be able to walk around anymore, and we can forget about the platform.' After I said it I totaly regret it because Harry looked shocked at me. 'I'll be just fine.' he protested. 'Harry it's just dangerous, you'll have to sit while we walk around and we have to leave you on the big stage when we take the platform to the little stage.' 'We will find a solution for that.' 'And what about touring and signing?' 'Why don't you just fucking kick me out of the band!' Harry yelled, he started to tear up. 'I don't want you to leave the band, I just don't want you to get hurt.' 'I'm not a todler Louis! I can take care of my own!' 'Sorry that I care about you!' I yelled back in frustartion. Me and Harry barely fight but everything was so wrong right now. 'If you cared about me you would do everything to make me perform again. Don't you know this is my fucking life?!' 'Yes I do Harry! You tell me not to treat you like a todler but you are acting like one right now!' With that Harry stood up and limped to his bedroom. I decided to leave him alone for a while so we could both could down. 


Harry was in his room for almost an hour now and I was worried about him. I feld guilty for getting so mad at him so I decided to look if he's ok. Luckely his bedroom was downstairs, there were more bedrooms upstairs but they were barely used. As I reached his bedroom I heard a sound that made me so upset, it was the sound of Harry crying. I knocked the door and slowly walked in. Harry was curled up in a ball, his back facing the door. I walked toward his and stroked his back. 'Are you ok Hazz?' No answer. 'Listen Harry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm sorry I got so mad, it's stressfull for all of us. I don't want you to leave the band, there is no One Direction without you. And we will find a way for you to get you on stage again, no matter what it takes, we will make you able to perform again.' Harry turned around and lifted himself up. His green emerald eyes looked at me, foggy because of the tears. 'Please don't be mad at me Hazza.' Harry didn't answer, instead he wrapped his arms around me waist and burried his face in my chest. 'No one touches my little big brother.' I murmured. 

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