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Chapter 11

"Sir. Sir. Sir you have wake up."

Louis dug his head deeper into his pillow, or what he thought was his pillow, then slowly opened his eyes to see nobody in the room. Louis closed his eyes once more.

"I fucking want to go to sleep," Louis mumbled into the pillow. "Sir you have to wake up," The deep voice replied.

"Fuck you," Louis replied as he held up his middle finger up.

The deep voice chuckled, "You're hurting the patient."

"What?!" Louis shot up from the bed and looked around the room. "What the hell?"

This wasn't Louis's room or house. Louis turned around to see his Harry on the bed still asleep then everything that happened came back to his head.

"Ah well fuck." Louis tried to climb out of the bed but something held Louis down.

Louis looked and saw that Harry had his arms around his waist. Louis, again, tried to get up, but Harry's arms didn't budge. Louis looked around the room, he had to take a piss but Harry wouldn't let him go.

As Louis impatiently waited for him to go, he remember that a doctor called for him to get up, but where the fuck was that doctor at? Louis saw a clock up on the wall, he flip shit. "

"Are you fucking kidding me? Two fucking o'clock in the bloody morning. Jesus Christ! Who in the hell wakes someone up in the fucking morning and doesnt fucking comes in to the God damn room to tell me what the hell he needed. Are you fucking serious?" Louis was pissed.

To someone else in that room, they thought it was pretty funny. Louis laid back down, for the last time, on Harry's chest over as the beating of his heart told Louis that he was alive and slowly drifted Louis back to sleep.

Harry opened his eyes with a smile, "Oh Louis, how did I ever get so lucky to have you." Then fell sleep holding Louis tighter to his chest.

*******

"Fuck!"

Louis shot himself out of the bed and looked around the room.

"Jesus Louis, do you have to fucking dig your body into my side?"

Louis turned around with big eyes, "Harry!" Louis grabbed Harry into a tight hug forgetting about the wounded side.

"Fuck," Harry hissed as he pulled away from Louis.

Louis looked at the pain across Harry's face as he clenched his left side. "Oh shit. I'm sorry. I was just so fucking happy that I forgot. I love you."

"Hey, it's okay Louis," Harry smiled.

"I know but it's was hard seeing you bleeding, dead looking and when you collapsed on the ground. I thought that was it," Louis wiped his nose with the back sweater he kept on then cuddled to Harry's chest.

"But I'm here now, okay? I will never leave you. You will never be alone, I promise," Harry muffled as he kissed Louis's hair.

Louis fell back to sleep, leaving Harry wide awake watching the small boy. Little snores from his parted thin pink lips, brown fringes covered his face, the way he holds on to something, Harry for instance, making sure that that can't leave him.

Those are the little things Harry loves about that boy. Though Louis seems like a dick, he has the sweetest heart anyone could have if only people really knew him. They just need to give him a chance by not pushing his buttons, that's how they got the badass Louis.

The nurse, who talked to Louis, came I to the room but slowly walked out to see the perfect imagine of love. Louis wrapped his arm Harry's waist, and his face on his chest. Harry has his arms around Louis as if he was protecting the older boy from the world around them.

The nurse wasn't an actual nurse here at the hospital, she's just an assistant wanting to earn money for herself. The nurse is around sixteen years of age, living by herself with her dad, no mother, and no sibling that she knew of.

At a young age, she was in an accident that caused her to loose some of her memory. Her dad said that her mother left her as a baby right after she gave birth. She wanted no part of being in her life. The only thing she has of her mother is an photograph of when she was younger. Her father had it hung up in his room while she was sneaking around the house.

After a couple minutes, the nurse walked over to Louis trying her best not to startle the boy.

"Hey, Louis, wake up," The nurse shook Louis lightly on his shoulder.

Louis opened his blues eyes up at the nurse with a smile, "What do you need?"

"I got to ask you some questions about Harry and I was wondering if you could answer them for us,". The nurse held her clipboard to her chest.

"Sure," Louis replied as he got up from the bed.

The nurse took Louis out into the hallway and start asking him the boring questions of what happened, the injuries on Harry, and the price.

"Louis, Harry's insurance won't pay for his surgery and since your not his relative I'm not for sure if your insurance would help," The nurse said in a weary tone.

"Miss-"

"Charlotte, my name is Charlotte."

"Charlotte, can you at least try? Please?"

"I don't know," Charlotte looked at Louis, then at Harry's room, then back at Louis with a sigh. "I'll try my best."

Louis went back into the room as Charlotte left.

Charlotte knew that Louis's insurance could pay for Harry's injuries, but that was the only thing he had left.

The money was little and he needed that to live. She lied, well not completely lied, but she only told Louis half of the problem. It wasn't physical or anything like that kind of problem, they were the problems Louis was facing.

She saw the scars on Louis's arms while they were talking. He was hurt so to give him hope about the money was all that she could do.

Charlotte walked over to the desk and typed in the amount for Harry's surgery, and with her own money, she paid for it. It was the least she could do for the boys.

While Charlotte was taking of the money situation, Louis was sitting next to Harry's bed side thinking. What if he couldn't pay for Harry's bill? What would they do?

Harry grabbed Louis's hand and joined in between his own. "Louis, it's okay."

Louis looked up at Harry. He had a smile on his face. This boy has been through more hell in his life that Louis. But through all of it, he had a smile on his face.

Harry wiped a tear that slid down Louis's cheeks, "What's wrong Lou?"

" Alot of things is wrong Harry," Louis replied. "The nurse, Charlotte, said that your insurance can't pay for your surgery and that mine may not pay for yours because I'm not related. I fucking asked God why was this shit happening, but nothing. Why did I fucking do to make him fucking hate me? You have done nothing wrong and still you are going to worse possible shit no one has been through. How can you possibly have a smile on your face?"

Harry moved over on his bed, "Louis come here."

Louis got up from the chair and climbed into the bed and curled up into Harry's chest sobbing silent tears.

"Do you want to know why I smile through the shitty times?"

The blue eyes boy nodded his head.

Harry leaned down whispered in his ear, "Because I have hope and I also know that I will never be alone through it. I have you."

Louis gave out a small chuckle, "Oh little Harold, I'm jealous of your faith."

Harry hugged the boy then places a kiss on top of his head, "I just know that God will send us help. I learnt that from you Lou. Don't give up on him. When you feel yourself falling, he or I, will be there to save you. I love you Louis William Tomlinson, more than what words can say."

"Harold something Styles, I love you too and your poetry as well," Louis mumbled into Harry's chest.

"Edward. Harold Edward Styles. That's my name," Harry replied with a smile.

"Aww little Harry has a cute name," Louis poked Harry's dimple.

"Stop Lewis," Harry swatted Louis's hand away from his face.

Louis let out a small giggle from his mouth as Harry grabbed his side. Louis shut is mouth but it was too late. Harry grabbed Louis's sides as Louis begged Harry to stop.

Harry is right. We all go through hell in life but we must never give up. Have hope. Hope is what keeps us going in life. Just remember, you are never alone. Their is always someone there for you.

Notes

No this is not the ending....... I just that little message in the story for another writer/reader who is going through a lot and for everyone who is reading this, have hope!!!!

Anyway, a new update!! And if you guys could, please comment. I would live to hear you're thought on this and ideas.

It was snowing in Ohio today!!! Whoo hoo

Comments

I loved it. I need a box of tissues. :,(

onedirectin16 onedirectin16
2/28/15

@Onedirectionerbro877158
I'm sorry... :(

ThingsICant ThingsICant
2/23/15

oh my god where is a tissue box when you need one

Okay so do you guys have a tissue box next to you while reading or no???? And thank you for the amazing comments. Although I'm going to end this story soon, I am in the process of writing a new Larry story. Personally as an author, I fell in love with these stories and it's sad that it's going to end soon....

ThingsICant ThingsICant
2/12/15

omg I loved it your such a amazing writer, I never really had a story writer make me cry like that before

ZoZilla123 ZoZilla123
2/12/15