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

- Louis' POV -
The ringing became louder as I clutched my head, silently cursing. The pain gradually grew stronger as I pinched my eyes shut letting out a wail of agony. I soon opened my eyes gasping for air, frantically feeling around for someone or something to grasp; I was completely blinded.

Blurred figures surrounded me as I felt my arms being restrained. I unwillingly struggle, feeling confusion take over my body. "He's going into shock, phase two!" Someone called. "Get the Hydrocodone, we need to calm his nerves!" Called another figure. I don't know how many times I tried to scream for help, but my body was defenseless; it's almost like I was trapped in a box, I felt cornered, and alone.

- Harry's POV -

No, no no no no. This can't be happening; he can't be in shock, can he? My mind screamed as multiple nurses raced into our room. Louis is perfectly fine, nothing to worry about. I repeated attempting to convince myself, but to no avail did it muffle the anarchy running through my weak mind.

I watched as they held him down to administer the shot. They held him firmly as his body shook violently. Although he wasn't having a seizure it looked very much like one.

Together, Liam and I watched from the corner of the room tears forming in our eyes, but we refused to cry. Too many tears have been shed over Louis, he's alive and breathing, that's all that matters to us.

I could hear Louis' monitors beep faster than the usual but eventually his movement came to a complete stop. He laid there as the few nurses checked his vitals and gave him, yet another shot.

One of his nurses turned to us as the others left without another word.

"We gave him morphine and a few other drugs to calm his nerves. Gladly, he should be okay; he'll just be weaker than before. We're so happy to see him awake though." She said happily, "I'll give the doctor a call to come check on him in a minute or so." she added, weakly smiling.

"Thank you, so much." I muttered before finally letting my mind process what just happened.

I stood silent before turning my gaze to Liam who immediately brought me into a tight hug.
"Liam," I whispered, "I thought he was going to die." I said barley audible. "What would I do without him?" I asked myself out loud.

Only then did Liam part from the hug giving me a firm stare.

"No, Harry don't you dare say that." He whispered calmly, resting his hands on my shoulders.

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"Mmhh."

I turned in Louis' direction, giving Liam a sincere look before walking over to his bedside.
"Babe, is everything okay? does anything hurt?" I asked, eyeing him.

"Babe?" He repeated, a confused look on his face. "I don't even know who the fuck you are!" Louis spat. I fidgeted at his words, backing away slightly. "I'm sorry," He whispered. "I just don't know where i'm at, why i'm here. I don't know any of you!" He said locking eyes with me.

I felt myself crumble at his words. "Y-you don't remember me?" I asked myself, tears prickling at the edges of my eyes.

I needed to get out, I needed to leave, and that's just what I did. I stumbled out into the hall collapsing on the floor, leaning against the wall of the hospital's hallway. Relaxing, I closed my eyes for a brief moment. I sat there emotionless until eleven little words came back to haunt me.

'head trauma,
he might not remember much,
especially in his condition.'

"Mr. Styles? " Said a voice, awakening me from my thoughts.

"Yes?" I replied, opening my eyes; it was the doctor.

"Is everything okay," He asked kneeling down to my height. "you seem down." He said, extending a hand for me to shake. "I'm doctor Norman; I've heard Louis' just woken up, lets go see him, yeah?" He finished with a warm smile.

I nodded, getting to my feet I wiped off my pants and cautiously walked back into the room with the doctor.

Louis gave me a small look of sympathy, he knew he hurt me, but he couldn't help it. At least he told us the truth now rather than later.


I exhaled deeply before sitting next to Liam -as far away from Louis as I could get.


"Hello, Louis is it?" Doctor Norman said looking at his clipboard. Louis nodded before he continued. "Well I have a few questions to ask you, including, age, where you've lived and anyone you know." He started before scanning over his writing. "Louis, what is your last name?" He asked.

Louis struggled with the question, taking about a minute to reply.

"I believe it's Tomlinson, if i'm correct." Louis answered, looking at his hands. The Doctor nodded and scribbled something down on his board.

"Do you remember your age?"

"20?" Louis questioned.

"Now Louis I need you to try your best to remember your age." He scolded.

"Wait, you're saying I'm not 20?"

"Yes, Mr. Tomlinson."

"I don't know then, I seriously don't know." He let out perplexed.

"You don't know, or you don't remember?"

"I guess I don't remember." Louis whispered.

"I'm sorry to pester you about these questions but this is for your own personal health."

"It's fine, I understand." Louis sighed. I watched him fiddle with his fingers as the next few questions were asked.

"Do you know any of these men beside you?"

"I heard this is Liam," Louis pointed, "but I have no idea who this fellow is," Louis said quietly.

"I'm sorry if you knew me," He said, gesturing with his hands.

Once again the doctor nodded and scribbled some words on his paper.

"What year is it currently?"

"2012." Louis said confidently.

"Yes, very good." Doctor Norman mumbled. "I have one more," He said, flipping through several papers. "Do you recall why you're here today?"

Louis looked around the room before shrugging.

"N-no, I guess not." Louis muttered. "I mean, I am in a hospital, and I don't remember jack shit, so I have a feeling that has something to do with that." He chuckled.

"Well, I'll give you three time to introduce yourselves. In the mean time, i'm going to go look through some of our data. I'll come back in an hour or two to take some blood samples and an we'll get you a MRI test."

We both nodded as he walked out of the room.


"Care to do the honors?" Liam whispered, turning to face me.

"The names Harry." I started, clearing my throat. "You might not remember me but, I took part in most of your life."

Louis shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Are we brothers?" He asked nervously.

"No, no no no no." I repeated. "We're nowhere near being related." I chuckled - probably for the first time in weeks.

I swore heard Louis murmur 'good', before he added, "What about you Liam?"

"Well," He cleared his throat. "Me and a few other lads are friends with you."
"Other lads?" He asked.

"Erm, yeah." Liam stammered. "I don't know how to tell you this -I mean it's not bad or anything- but, Me, Harry, and the two 'other lads' - Niall and Zayn- are in a band... together."

"Really, a band?" Louis gawked.

"A boy band, to be exact." Liam added.

"No way! I've always wanted to be in a band, how cool!" Louis said excitedly like a little kid opening present on christmas morning.

We all turned our heads as someone walked through the door of Louis' room; It was Niall.
Without another word, tears filled his eyes as he raced into the room holding Louis tight.

"I take it you're Zayn?" Louis asked raising a brow.

Niall slowly backed away from the embrace.

"What are you talking about Louis?" He asked worriedly.

"Niall," I whispered getting up from my seat. "I-I need to talk to you." I murmured walking to the corner of the room.

He followed, crossing his arms across his chest. "Well, get on with it." He whispered impatiently.

"Remember when I told you about the doctor paying me a visit when Louis was first put into the hospital?" I questioned.

"Oh no, really?" He said breathless. "I'm sorr-"

"Don't be sorry," I cut him off. "It's better this way."

"Better this way? How so?"

"We'll get to relive our past; at least the good parts. I understand Modest will still be on our tails -not to mention, making sure he never gets with me again- but I think this is the start of something new."

Niall smiled pulling me back into the bustle of the room.

"Hey Li, Holding up?" Niall asked ruffling Liam's hair.

"Stop that!" Liam let out uncontrollably, lightly swatting at Niall's hand.

We all laughed at the two's playful banter -including Louis- before returning to or original state.

"I'm Niall," He said shaking Louis' hand vigorously.

"Nice to meet you Niall." Louis replied, a weak smile plastered on his face. "I heard we're friends?" He added.

"Yes, yes we are." Niall smiled.

Louis nodded as we all made room for Niall in between our chairs.

We awkwardly sat around the room silent, only opening our mouths to talk in simple sentences -including, 'when will Zayn be here?' and 'can you pass the chips?'.

I eyed my phone looking for any signs of Zayn, but I got nothing.

Where is he?

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