Missing You - 1D Fanfiction (Sequel To Bare)

Harry and Leah have moved to America, and the world seems to have forgotten about Harry and his fame. He's glad that they can live a normal life.... almost. Because when his best friend loses his sight.... they face a whole new set of problems.


5. Chapter Five

Leah's POV

My breathing slows down to a little faster than a normal rate, and Louis whimpers as I place a cold cloth on his forehead. His arm bleeds all over the couch, as do the cuts on his back, almost whip marks. Both eyes are blackened and halfway swollen shut. "Louis, can you see?" I ask him. He nods, and then shakes. "What does that mean, Louis?" I ask. "It hurts," He croaks. I nod, knowing the pain he his in, I step away and run the tap, washing my hands. Harry is on the phone in the other room. "Harry, what's going on?" I ask, peeping my head around the doorframe. "The, the motel the boys are in has a doctor. He is coming over, soon as possible." He explains, still out of breath from rescuing Louis. Louis calls, a small, but loud "Leeeee" and I know he wants me. "Is, a doctor coming?" He asks. I nod. "Louis, he'll be right over soon." I say, and then there is a knock at the door.


"What happened?" The doctor asks me, writing down some information on a clipboard and then in a binder. "Um, he just got hurt, is all," I say, not wanting to sell the boys out, for all we know not all three of them did it. We weren't there, and I don't want to say anything about them. It could only make it worse. Maybe he fell on the way? We don't know. "Yes, ma'am, I realize such. But, how?" He asks, a slight tone of annoyance in his voice. Louis lays on a matress on the floor now, covered with only the slightest of white sheets, his orange cast laying over top. He has to have that thing for maybe a year, his bones were just shattered in too many places. "I-I-I," I stutter, but Harry says "We aren't sure," very confidently, yet you can hear the anger behind his voice. The doctor nods.

He has cleaned Louis up, very thoroughly and he is wearing a new shirt and sweatpants. We carried Louis up to the spare bedroom closest to our room so if he needs us, we can hear him. "You should be able to speak now, Louis. I believe the swelling in your lip has gone down tremendously. I'll be staying at the Motel for two weeks longer, and then I am gone. Oh, and one more thing," The doctor says, handing my eye drops. "Three times a day in each eye. The swelling in his eyes have gone down slightly all ready, and this should relax them. His eyes are in very critical condition, worse than his arms even. The nerves have been weakened largly. Louis, I don't want you getting out of that bed for any reason what so ever unless you have to use the bathroom and you need help getting up and to the washroom anyways. Call me if you have any concerns. And that Arm, will take a long time to heal. Take very good care of it." The doctor says, walking out the door. I lean down and kiss Louis' forehead. "What can I do?" Louis cries. "When can I sing? When can I read?" He says, tears brimming his  eyes. "I don't know Louis," Harry says, kneeling beside him on his bed. "I want to read, Harry." Louis whispers. Harry nods, and he hands Louis a book. Its the Bible. "Louis, I want you to read this." Harry says, and Louis takes the book in his healthy arm. "Ow," Louis says, setting the book on his stomach and massaging his temples. "What is it, Lou?" I ask. "I, I don't know, my eyes just hurt is all, I guess. And I have a headache, too." He says, quietly. I nod, fetching some Tylenol. "Your eyes are just tired, Louis." Harry says, but I can see the worry in his eyes, remembering what the doctor said. "Oh, Louis. You'll be fine." I say. Louis smiles, slightly. I smile back, and so does Harry, although it does not reach his eyes.



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