Cradle Me To Sleep

Have you ever felt so scared you can't do anything to help yourself or others around you? So truly terrified that you don't know what happens next, do you live or die? Have you ever been in so much pain that you can barely recognise you're alive?

Well, I have, and I can tell you too, there are no happy endings, endings are the saddest part.



2. Chapter 2

*Harry's POV*

''Do you remember when we met in the bathroom? You were washing your hands when I happened to bump into you by accident. Well, it wasn't really an accident, but until now, you didn't know that. Ever since then, we've grown together, both as a couple, and as friends. I couldn't ask for a better friend, I really couldn't Louis. You were my entire world and heaven on earth. Who even knows what love is? Only me. Only I know what true love is, and I feel that for you, i always have since the day we met. I hope you feel the same.'' He cried at Louis' bed side, clutching his hand softly and crying into his palm.

''Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bare this in mind, it was meant to be, and i'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me. I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile you've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine but i love them endlesslly. I won't let these little things, slip out of my mouth, but if they do, it's you, oh it's you they add up to, i'm in love with you, and all these little things.'' Harry barely sang it, choking up on almost every word, and then Louis' solo came up. Harry knew it was stupid but he sat there and waited, waited for Louis to sing his part, but he

He hasn't been awake for 3 whole weeks. Every single day this has been the same, since the second he was rushed into this damn hospital. Sometimes Harry wonders, when will they think it's time for them to let him go and just, you know. Pull the plug. He wonders, will he be better off in a place where he's not suffering and no one is waiting for him to wake up? Where we can all at least try to move on, but Harry knows that's not something hes ever going to do. I mean, they can't just forget about him? Nothing will ever be the same again, ever.

He sits and waits, waits day in day out for Louis' eye lids to flutter open, but they don't. They never do. Will they ever open again, or remained sealed until the end of time?

I start to cry uncontrollably once again, my lungs short of air, causing me to inhale deeply whilst letting out a sob.

''Why can't you just open your eyes?'' I beg, inbetween letting tears fall. I would give anything, anything to hear his amazing voice speak to me, even if it was one of those little things he'd say like ''Shut up Hazza.''

They have to feed him through a tube, he lays in the same position every second of every day. I can barely make out his chest rising and falling, and when I think it stops, I panick. My heart races and I stop breathing for a moment, and then I realise, it's just me.

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