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

- Harry's POV -
Soon silence filled the empty room; besides the beeping of Louis monitor and soft breaths he takes every now and then, I feel devastated and I don't know how to react; I truly am in shock.

Finally I take my phone out of my pocket to check the time, hoping someone or something can distract me from Louis' condition.

we've been here for four hours? I mentally question as I double check the time.

8:21

How fucking ironic.

As I open twitter I scroll through my resent feed. I continue to scroll until the next tweet catches my eye.

"Louis Tomlinson being rolled into ambulance?" I cringe and continue, ignoring the picture of Louis being surrounded by the paramedics.

"#Staystronglouis" I sigh deeply before locking my phone to prevent me from breaking down again and stuffing it back into my pocket, shifting in my seat when I hear a small knock on the door.

It slowly opens as i'm greeted by the same doctor from before. I weakly smile before waving. "Is everything okay doctor?" I ask attempting to disguise the sadness laced in my voice.

"Mr. Styles I-I don't know how to say this." She stuttered closing the door behind her. "But Your boyfriend, Louis, is in acoma. We don't know when he'll wake up, it could be in three days or three years." she continued. "He also received major head trauma, he might not remember much when he wakes, especially in his condition, but only time will tell." I looked up at her for a brief moment before adverting my eyes to the ground to hide my sorrow.

"How could this be happing?" I muttered through deep breaths trying to tell what's different from reality anymore. I could feel tears burring in my eyes but there was nothing left in me, not anymore.

"We'll have to move him to hospice if he doesn't wake in five days." She stated before turning to leave, a look of grief on her face.

"Louis, Louis, Louis." I said partly chuckling. "Why must you be so difficult." I said while looking up at him, still sitting. A real smile grew across my face for the first time since being in the room with him.

What am I going to do with you Louis?

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It's been at least four days, i'm always here with Louis, but most of the boys visit every other day. Liam decided he would stay behind, for Louis, and for me. "I want to be here when Louis wakes up." Were his exact words; I didn't argue. Liam is a really nice guy, we got off on a great start, he's always been here; for me and Louis.

I usually don't move from my spot, I just sit there, spending every waking moment I have with Louis that I can. I've started to ignore twitter although I left my followers with one last tweet for now. "Make life worth living, any day could be your last. -xx" It's a little quote Louis would tell me when we'd take a chance, I hold it very close to my heart.

I've been holding Louis' hand for the three night we've been here, only letting it go to eat and go to the bathroom. I don't want Louis to suffer, I just want him here in my arms, with me.
Practically the only thing keeping me going is the dreams I have about him, memories of the past.

Me and Liam have been watching TV together as our main source of entertainment, we've almost completely stopped communicating with each other; It's not like we hate one another, but it's a very traumatic time for the both of us. If Louis doesn't wake what will One Direction become? What will I become? What will the boys become?

- Liam's POV -

Louis was just moved to Hospice last week but things haven't been turning out good for us nor Harry. He's been more depressed than usual. Although Louis just got his breathing tube out -meaning he's well enough to breath on his own- Harry still treats him like a delicate doll. He just started sleeping with him in the same bed, cuddled up to his side every night.

It was midday; although Harry was sound asleep I knew what today was, and the boys weren't going to miss it for the world. I know this would brighten Harry's spirit, make him feel at home for the first time in weeks. I finally got up from my small makeshift bed by the window and lazily made my way out into the noisy hall.

I dialed Zayn's number holding my phone up to my ear.

"Hey lad!" He answered cheerfully.

"what's got you in such a good mood this early?" I asked playfully. Zayn is never up at this time!

"Oh nothing." He simply replied. "So what do you need?" He asked through the receiver.

"Today Manchester United is playing against Hull City, I'm planning on getting Niall to come watch the game with us; you up for it?" I responded.

"It would mean the world to Harry, wouldn't it."

"He doesn't know." I continued. "Plus neither of you have come to visit Louis this week. Its the least you can do."

"It sounds like fun!" Zayn replied.

"Okay, the game starts in a couple of hours. Be here by 1:00 PM." I said before hanging up the phone to call Niall.

He immediately agreed, he even said he felt a pit of guilt inside him from the start; poor guy. Niall has such a soft heart.

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An hour or two passed before Niall was here with a bag of chips and some drinks for the boys; Harry still sound asleep. I watched as he quietly made his way into the room sitting beside me.

"Lou looks better." He whispered, leaning towards me.

"Definitely," I muttered. "His breathing tube was removed earlier this week." I added, still keeping my voice low.

"I take it he's breathing on his own then?" Niall asked his head cocked slightly to the side.

"Yeah."

Finally after another 20 minutes Zayn had arrived. He entered the room a smile on his face, joy that he finally got to see Louis, no longer pale and lifeless but what seemed to be carefree.

"He's still asleep?" Zayn mouthed to us, pointing at Harry.
We both nodded before I got up from my firm seat, walking over to Harry jabbing him with my finger slightly.

"Wake up Harry!" I whispered

"Not now Lou, five more minutes." Harry grunted.
I stopped for a moment my smile soon fading. Harry really does miss Louis.

I coughed before nudging him again, only harder.

"Come one Harry. You've got visitors'!"

Finally Harry awoke. He sighed before scooting away from Louis a little, leaving space between the two. His pupils dilated as he rubbed his eyes.

"What time is it anyway?"

"Harry it's one-o-clock, I let you sleep in. Which you haven't done in ages." I said sarcastically.

"Whatever!" He replied enthusiastically.

As Harry looked around the room; he was soon greeted be the warm words of his friends along with a few reassuring hugs.

"How are you holding up?" Zayn asked.

"I'm coping but I'll never be the same without him." He replied.

"Look Harry, the game is starting!" I called as I turned up the TV slightly.

"Oh Louis would have loved to sit down and watch this with us." Harry mumbled, admiring his boyfriend for a small moment.

- Harry's POV -

As we all sat around the telly I felt ease settle in the air. For once no one was worrying about Louis, it was like we were all at home, together, as a family.

"Goal!" We all yelled in unison as Manchester made it's first score of the game.

Halfway through the game I snaked an arm around Louis' torso and held him close putting my head in the crook of his neck; taking in the faint -almost gone- smell of cologne like what we did when we were alone.

By the time the game ended our team had won, 3-2 a very close game. It was so much fun getting to watch a game with the boys again.

Eventually we finished our drinks and chatted before waving goodbye to each other as they left the room to go their separate ways.

today was a good day and I don't ever want to forget it.

Notes

Sorry if the ending of this chapter seemed rushed at all, I've been studying for my finals lately. The next one will be better, it involves Louis ;)