- D U R B A N . S K I E S - A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

- HARRY'S POV -

It's been hours since I've gotten the news about Louis, he worries me, with his fragile body and perfect smile I can't bare the thought of losing him. I've been so nervous waiting for him with the boys out in the lobby of the hospital's ICU. I burry my face into my palms as I quietly whimper. Liam tries to comfort me, putting a arm around my shoulders and pulling me close but nothing will stop the tears from falling, not tonight.

"I should be there with him." I manage to say through multiple breaths. I can feel the blood rushing to my face as I become read as a beet. "He needs me." I wheeze. I want to remember his soft skin, the sound of his voice and his sky blue eyes, but I can't and it worries me if I'll ever see him again.

"Mate, everything will be alright." Zayn croaked from across the room on the verge of tears. He smiled weakly as I finally lifted my head silently staring at the doors to the ICU. Liam and Niall nodded at Zayn's words.

"I can't wait to see the smile we bring to his face when we enter that room." Niall added, lifting a hand to comb back his ombre hair.

I smiled at the thought of Louis sitting there in his hospital bed complaining about how horrible the food is here, or denying any nurse that dares come near him attempting to give him his needed medicine or shot. The memories soon fade as grief towers over me once again.

"It was my fault." I whisper looking down at my interlaced hands.

"Don't say that Harry." Liam replied.

"But it is! If I hadn't let him drive to the store on such short notice he wouldn't have gotten rammed by that asshole!" I yelled, slightly raising my voice making several heads turn in our direction.

"Harry," Liam sighed "what's done is done, even if you could go back to stop him he wouldn't listen; everything happens for a reason."

"I still feel responsible though." I muttered as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"We don't expect you to feel otherwise Harry, but you have to understand we're here for you." Liam finished, his hands back in his own lap.

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We sat in pure silence, just waiting. The hours ticked by, making my eyes start to flutter as everything became a daze, I was almost asleep until I heard the doors creak. My eyes shot open only to see the rest of the boys asleep. I turn towards the doors, I notice what I think is a doctor dressed in a white lab coat and blue scrubs standing alone. I need to see Louis.

"Styles? Harry Styles?" She calls searching the lobby. I jump out of my seat and swiftly sprint to her side eager to see my boyfriend.

"Y-yes, that's me." I stutter nervously as she motions me to follow her.

We make our way down a long corridor; I can hear medical equipment beeping as we pass each open room. Soon the smell of the sanitized hospital finally reached my nose sending a faint shiver down my spine. We continue walking until the both of us stop at a closed door, room 21. The doctor sighs as she opens the door and lets me go in first.

I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants as I walk inside, the lights automatically turn on. I feel my breathing hitch as I raise a hand over my mouth. The doctor nods to me before exiting the small room leaving me and Louis alone. I let the tears run down my face as I cry uncontrollably.

Louis is hooked up to a breathalyzer but instead of a regular mask a wide tube is connected on the side of his neck, multiple wires on his chest and tubes are lodged in his veins. Although his heartbeat is steady he isn't awake, and it frightens me.

"Louis?" I whisper walking over to his side of the bed. "Lou, wake up." I say as though he's casually in bed. "Louis I need you!" I sob. I reach out a hand to hold his, interlacing our fingers. "I know you're in there Tomlinson, and I'm never going to leave your side." I say though messy breaths, I wheeze a few times as I let the darkness full enter my life. "I can't live without you Louis, you're all I have!" I call.

After the painful tears subside a sense of clarity surrounds us both I extend my other hand cupping his cheek softly as I stare at his perfection. I lean in to kiss his pale lips and I part a second later. I sit down in the chair nearest to him, never letting our hands go. until something catches my breath, why isn't his monitor beeping? Suddenly it beeps, his heartbeat not much faster than before.

Did it just skip a beat?

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