World Tour
Hopeless
***Harry Styles***
Wednesday, June 20th, 2012 – Anaheim, California, USA
I didn’t leave the hospital room once for the next couple of days. There was a bathroom inside it, so I didn’t even have to leave for that. Liam, Zayn, and Niall were in and out, but one of them was always there with me, trying to get me to eat something, or go back to the hotel to shower and sleep, but I wouldn’t budge. I wanted to be there – no, I had to be there – when Louis woke up, and he had to wake up, because he would never leave me like that.
If I was honest with myself, though, I was giving up hope. I knew Louis’s status wasn’t good. I tried to keep those thoughts out of my head, but I was a pessimist, and the longer I went on without the love of my life waking up the more depressed I became. I felt horrible for Zayn, Liam, and Niall, too – they had been so supportive and great through this, when they were trying to deal with it, too. And I had just been completely despondent, unable to even thank them for their help.
“Harry,” Liam said late Wednesday morning, snapping me out of my thoughts. I was sitting in the same chair between the window and Louis’s bed that I had been in since we arrived. Liam was my on duty baby-sitter at the time, reading a book in the chair on the other side of Louis’s bed. I looked at him. “I’m going to go down to the cafeteria for a snack. Are you hungry?” I shook my head. He looked at me, worried, knowing I hadn’t eaten in days. “Will you be okay for five minutes?” I nodded, welcoming the alone time. Liam got up and left, and I was about to go back into the desolate cave of my head when I thought I saw Louis’s finger twitch. I froze, staring at his hand, waiting for it to move again to prove I hadn’t just been imagining things. But it didn’t move again, so I put my hand in his and squeezed it.
“Please, Louis,” I whispered, my heart feeling so much pain yet so much emptiness at the same time. And then – and this time I knew it was real – I felt Louis squeeze my hand. I looked at his face; his eyelids were fluttering. “Lou?” I said, my breath catching in my throat. Louis’s eyes slowly opened, and looked around the room, focusing. “Oh my god, Louis,” I gasped, then leaned down and hugged him, crying on his shoulder. He hugged me back.
“What’s going on?” he finally asked me. I stood up, and remembered he had had a head injury and might have lost some memory. I had prepared myself that he might die, but I didn’t prepare myself that he might wake up and not know who I was.
“You – you were in a car accident,” I told him. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to remember. And then realization came across his face.
“Oh, yeah,” he nodded.
“You remember?” I asked him. He nodded, but the look on his face made me think he remembered what had happened before the car accident, too. “Oh, Louis, I’m so sorry,” I started, but he stopped me.
“Wait,” he shook his head. “Who are you?”
Wednesday, June 20th, 2012 – Anaheim, California, USA
I didn’t leave the hospital room once for the next couple of days. There was a bathroom inside it, so I didn’t even have to leave for that. Liam, Zayn, and Niall were in and out, but one of them was always there with me, trying to get me to eat something, or go back to the hotel to shower and sleep, but I wouldn’t budge. I wanted to be there – no, I had to be there – when Louis woke up, and he had to wake up, because he would never leave me like that.
If I was honest with myself, though, I was giving up hope. I knew Louis’s status wasn’t good. I tried to keep those thoughts out of my head, but I was a pessimist, and the longer I went on without the love of my life waking up the more depressed I became. I felt horrible for Zayn, Liam, and Niall, too – they had been so supportive and great through this, when they were trying to deal with it, too. And I had just been completely despondent, unable to even thank them for their help.
“Harry,” Liam said late Wednesday morning, snapping me out of my thoughts. I was sitting in the same chair between the window and Louis’s bed that I had been in since we arrived. Liam was my on duty baby-sitter at the time, reading a book in the chair on the other side of Louis’s bed. I looked at him. “I’m going to go down to the cafeteria for a snack. Are you hungry?” I shook my head. He looked at me, worried, knowing I hadn’t eaten in days. “Will you be okay for five minutes?” I nodded, welcoming the alone time. Liam got up and left, and I was about to go back into the desolate cave of my head when I thought I saw Louis’s finger twitch. I froze, staring at his hand, waiting for it to move again to prove I hadn’t just been imagining things. But it didn’t move again, so I put my hand in his and squeezed it.
“Please, Louis,” I whispered, my heart feeling so much pain yet so much emptiness at the same time. And then – and this time I knew it was real – I felt Louis squeeze my hand. I looked at his face; his eyelids were fluttering. “Lou?” I said, my breath catching in my throat. Louis’s eyes slowly opened, and looked around the room, focusing. “Oh my god, Louis,” I gasped, then leaned down and hugged him, crying on his shoulder. He hugged me back.
“What’s going on?” he finally asked me. I stood up, and remembered he had had a head injury and might have lost some memory. I had prepared myself that he might die, but I didn’t prepare myself that he might wake up and not know who I was.
“You – you were in a car accident,” I told him. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to remember. And then realization came across his face.
“Oh, yeah,” he nodded.
“You remember?” I asked him. He nodded, but the look on his face made me think he remembered what had happened before the car accident, too. “Oh, Louis, I’m so sorry,” I started, but he stopped me.
“Wait,” he shook his head. “Who are you?”
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