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No One's Here to Sleep

Don't You Dare Let Go Part 2

Harry arrived at the cafe around noon, catching sight of his mother immediately. He walked to her table swiftly with a large smile etched upon his face, like a kid in a candy store. "Hey, mum," he whispered behind her, scaring her. She turned quickly and engulfed her son in a tight hug.

"I've missed you, sweetheart," she said into his hair.

Harry pulled away first, anxious to eat, and even more so to tell her about some pretty big news he's got. "What's for lunch?" he asked. Anne pulled the menu open and began looking.

"Well the veggie burger is always good here. They have a pulled pork sandwich to die for. And if you're really feeling frisky, we can just skip lunch altogether, and order a chocolate lava and ice cream brownie," she said smiling. Harry giggled and opted for the third option.

When Harry was a little boy, still in primary school, there was a time when he was ostracized by his peers. No one wanted to be around him, and they didn't want to associate with him for the sole fact that Harry, his sister, and his mother had lost their house after his parents got a divorce, so the three had to live with Anne's mother, in Wolverhampton. Harry commuted back and forth for about a year, and then his mother bought a new house. It wasn't until they had moved in to the new house, and kids saw him walking to school, that students began to 'tolerate' him again. This destroyed Harry's self confidence, and even more so, his trust in people. But the one person who stayed by Harry's side, was his mother. She was there 24/7 to help Harry with homework, take him to buy school supplies when his pencils were stolen out of his locker, and even when Harry hadn't eaten lunch because kids at school took away his food and money, Anne would take her son to grab burgers and shakes. It was crazy to think, that after everything Harry had been through, his mother stuck by his side through it all. That's what mothers are supposed to do, right?

"So tell me things," she blurted out, before shoving a bite of brownie in her mouth.

"What kind of things, mother," he joked.

"All the kinds of things, Harry," she retorted. Harry snorted and took a bite of brownie.

"Well I kind of do have something to tell you, and I don't want you to freak out about rushing anything, because I promise, there is no rushing," Harry fell over his words. He couldn't get the words he needed out of his mouth.

"Harry, spit it out," she demanded with a small smile on his face.

"I met someone," he whispered. Anne was ecstatic.

"Who is he? What's his name? Where's he from? How old is he? Does he live here in the city? What's he doing with his life? Tell me everything!!" She said loudly. Harry shushed her.

"His name is Louis Tomlinson, hes from Doncaster, he's 26 years old, he's a writer, and yes he lives here in the city in an apartment a few miles from the Eye. Now relax please, people are staring."

"I'm sorry. How did you meet him?" she asked.

Harry blushed. "Mum, I swear it was like God picked him from the angels, dropped him right in front of me, and said be happy. I first saw him in the park, the one that's by the art museum that doesn't look like an art museum-"

"See I told you, having your mother work in the business office of the museum has perks," she smiled.

"I'll get to that in a second. I saw him at the park, with his sisters. They all looked alike, and they were just as beautiful as their brother. He saw me, and that boy made sure I saw him, and then just like that, it was over with. We met a few weeks later, and then I took him to the museum after a dinner, and mum, he absolutely loved it. He looked like a kid in a candy shop. Or a drunk in a liquor store. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. His eyes just, oh my god, his eyes. They're so blue and beautiful and they shine when he's out in the sunshine. You'd think I was falling in love with this boy by the way I talk about him."

"Maybe, maybe not. You're fond of this boy," she said.

"No, I'm smitten. There's a difference."

"Smitten then. Love will come soon enough, no need to rush things," she said.

"Sometimes I just feel like it's too good-" Harry was cut off by the ringing of his phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered, not recognizing the number. "Hello?" he answered unsure.

"Hi, is this Harry Styles?" A woman on the other line asked.

"Yes, this is he," he replied.

""I just wanted to inform you that a....Louis Tomlinson was in a car accident is being brought to the hospital in about four minutes for major injuries. First respond found his wallet on the ground after the accident, and found your number was in his wallet, and Louis informed us to call you. Are you in the area, or can you reach the hospital quickly?" she said. Harry's mind went wild. His head was spinning in all different directions. "Mr. Styles," the woman said again.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," he said and hung up his phone. "Mum, I'm sorry," he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Tell me what's going on," she demanded.

Harry began gathering his things, Anne following suite. "I don't know. The hospital called and said he had an accident, but he doesn't have a car, and that means he was hit by a car and-" Anne grabbed his hand and led him outside before he had a panic attack inside the restaurant.

"Breathe, Harry. Let's get in my car and I'll drive you there." Harry nodded and the two got to her car as fast as they could before speeding off into traffic to reach his Louis. All Harry could do was cry.


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As soon as Harry left Louis's apartment, Louis went and took a quick shower and got dressed for the day. He called his sister before walking out the door. "Good morning, beautiful sister of mine," he said. She sighed loudly.

"What do you want, Louis?" she asked. Louis smiled and picked up his bag off the counter.

"I need you to do me a huge favor really quick," he began.

"If it involves me getting out of bed, then no."

"Come on," he whined. "I need you to run to mum's store and pick up flowers. I have a surprise I'm working on for someone I'm seeing, and I want it to be perfect. He's done so much for me, so I need to do something for him. I want to do something for him."

"What kind do you want?" She asked. Louis sighed of relief over the line.

"Thank you, you're my favorite sister," he exasperated. "Daisies. Get me about six dozen daisies."

"Jesus, Lou, why the hell do you need sixty daisies?"

"Don't worry about it...Thank you!"

Louis carried six dozen daisies down the sidewalk, heading towards his downtown studio. Passers were staring, but he didn't care. He was happy, and and was definitely going to make an impression. It's one thing to buy your boyfriend flowers, and it's another thing to buy your boyfriend a ring. Louis didn't want to do either of those things. So here was Louis's plan.
Louis bought a shit ton of daisies, because created a picture of Harry, and all he had to do was glue down the daisies. So it would be a Daisy Harry. or a hairy daisy, but that just sounded weird.

Louis's walk was normally about twenty minutes, because he had shortcuts. But today he was taking the long route, because he knew Harry was having lunch with his mother, and he wanted him to have a good time and not worry about rushing.

Life is funny. It's funny in the way that someone just picks someone else and magically, their souls are lined. It's like God hand picked them from a group, dropped them right in front of you, and said here you go. It's crazy to think that two souls are meant for each other like Harry and Louis's are. Louis remembered the first time he met the moppy haired lad. He was absolutely astonishing. His skin was radiant, and his lips were do daring. The way his hair bounced when he shook it out of his face. His eyes shined in the sunshine, like two emerald diamonds sparkling under a light. Everything about this boy drove Louis mad, and he'd be dammed if he didn't meet this handsome kid he saw at the park. And boy was Louis excited when Harry gave Louis his number. As soon as Louis reached his apartment, he took the note, typed down the number in his phone, wrote boyfriend on the slip of paper, and shoved the slip back into wallet in case he forgot it.

It's also weird how one incident can change the way you see things. Sex was such a big deal for Louis. His first time with a man wasn't probably the most traumatic experience he's ever endured. He was at a bar with some friends on his twenty-first birthday, and he met a guy on the dance floor. He was a nice guy, and he knew how to dance. He touched Louis in all the right places, on his neck, his sides, his hips, his chest. Everywhere Louis felt comfortable. He didn't realize the guy was plastered until they were walking back to the guy's car. Louis might have had one drink, but not enough to do anything to him. He grew up with party friends, the kind that would get your alcohol tolerance to superior before you turned 18. Louis told the guy that he would drive him home. The guy, let's call him Thomas, wasn't having any of it. Soon Louis began to see the way his fists were balled up at his sides when Louis wouldn't give the keys back to him. And before he knew it, Thomas had the backseat door opened, and shoving Louis inside. Louis didn't have the strength to fight back against Thomas, and he knew if he did, he could be hurt. And it would hurt more so than what was happening to him. When Thomas was finished, he pulled Louis out of the car, pants still around his ankles, and left the boy on the ground. Louis had always been a little older than his friends, and a little bigger, muscle wise. But in that moment he felt small compared to the world; he felt like a grain of salt in the ocean. He felt like he was nothing.

It took Louis a while to get over what had happened. Ironically, Thomas had been killed in jail after he, too, had been raped. Knowing that Thomas wasn't able to come back and do that again, Louis felt better, even though he knew it was wrong. For some reason, being angry at Thomas was the only way to get Louis stronger. And when he found out what happened to the cowardly bastard, Louis felt relief. It was like he had a tumor that wouldn't go away for months, and then one day it's gone and it won't ever come back. That's how Louis felt. But after all these years, Louis found a way to make it, and to survive. He used that anger in his writing. He began to see things clearer and in a better light.

It's really too bad, Louis thought, that he didn't see that car speeding down the road just as he crossed it.

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"Stay with me," a voice echoed in Louis's ears. His head hurt, god his head hurt, and it hurt to open his eyes. His mind was fuzzy, but coming back to him. And so was the feeling of everything that had just happened. He let his legs gain feeling before he opened his eyes to look around. He knew he had broken one of his legs just by the pain. He looked above him, clouds of smoke bellowed into the air and covered the beautiful blue sky. He felt a pressure on his arm, so he turned to look at it. Bad idea. His neck twinged and throbbed. He let out a small scream. "You're okay, sweetheart," a woman said. He looked at her, and wondered why he was okay.

"Wh-" he tried, but couldn't get the words out.

"Don't speak just yet, we are getting you to the hospital. You just have to stay with me, okay?" she asked. Louis nodded. "Can you fight with me?" she asked again. Louis nodded, but with tears in his eyes. Louis rolled his head to the side and saw what others were seeing. When Louis had landed on the ground, the daisies fell around him. He looked like he was lying in his own grave. A bed of flowers for the dead. He turned his head back to the sky to try and focus on something other than the events that were occurring. "Bring flowers to your girlfriend?" the medic asked softly, still taking his vitals. Louis shook his head. "No? Family?" Louis shook his head. He lifted his hand and placed it on the top of her hand. He faintly drew a 'B' with the blood that poured from his body. "Boyfriend?" Louis nodded. "Is there any way we can get ahold of him?" she asked. He couldn't feel his wallet from where he laid on the ground.

"Wallet....In....Bag," he struggled out. She nodded and searched around for a bag laying around the vicinity. When she spotted it, she yelled for someone to go grab it and bring his wallet. When she got it and searched it, finding anything that had a number on it they could call. "Be..hind....check." he tried his best to make it sound clear. She pulled out a slip of paper and read it.

"Boyfriend? Is this it, Louis?" she asked. He nodded with a smile through the blood that ran down his face, and the scratches that marred his skin. "Someone get a hold of the hospital and tell them to call that number!" she yelled. A younger man came and grabbed it, running to the ambulance to make the call. "You're going to be just fine, Louis," she whispered. "Fight for your boyfriend now. It's all up to you."

But Louis didn't know how to fight anymore. The pain he was in was too great for him to just get up and walk away. He was glad he didn't remember the impact. He looked down at his legs slowly, and saw his left leg was bent the wrong way, where his toe was pointing directly to him, but his leg was backwards. It was a sort of check mark shape. His hips felt like they were on fire. His ribs, god his ribs, Louis could barely breathe without them hurting. He didn't want to see what the rest of his body looked like.

He noticed his breathing was starting to get shallow. He squeezed his hand tightly around the nurse's, and she realized what was going on. His chest began moving up and down quickly, and Louis could feel the pain getting worse. She called out for equipment and help, but no one was coming to the boy close to the death on the ground. "Hang on, Louis," she begged, placing an oxygen bag over his face and puffing air into his lungs. Louis started seeing dark spots cover his vision, and he was short of breath. "Keep your eyes open, sweetie," she said loudly. Louis couldn't help but let his eyes droop further and further, until they were closed and his heart was slowing down.


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Harry and his mother reached the hospital ten minutes after they had brought Louis in. He asked where he was, and the nurse told him they had to take him to emergency surgery. Harry wasn't told anything about the accident, just that Louis was going to have to fight through this. He had no idea what this meant, aside from having bad written all over it. The nurse said they would call Harry as soon as they heard something. Harry called Louis's mom and told her what happened, but knew it would be a while before she and the family reached the hospital. So they sat. And they sat. And they sat for a good three hours before something happened.

A doctor came out with a worried look scrambled all across his face. "Louis Tomlinson," he yelled. Harry stood and waltzed over to the doctor.

"I'm his boyfriend. His family is on the way right now from Ireland. They should be getting on a plane soon," he explained.

"Louis is stable for now. We tried to repair what we could, but we can't do any major surgeries until he is stronger."

"What's left to be done?" Harry's mother asked.

"It's hard to say. We fixed his broken leg today, along with a ruptured spleen and gallbladder. From what we can tell, he still needs repair on a collapsed lung, a skull fracture, and a bulging disk in his spine. At this point, he needs more help than I've seen in a very long time. Most hit and runs are fatal. I'll have a nurse call you when you can visit Louis," the doctor said before retiring back behind the closed doors. Harry looked at his mother and, with tears in his eyes, he dropped to his knees and began to sob.

Harry skipped through the halls of the hospital, out of breath and tears staining his cheeks. He ran down the hall, trying to reach the room the nurse had told him. After waiting two hours in the waiting room, the nurse finally came and retrieved him. He soon ran for the respected room. His curly hair bounced with every lunge he took, covering his eyes and some sticking to the dried tears. Finally he reached the room and stopped. Harry didn't know how to prepare himself. He didn't know what he was about to see. He didn't know what was going to be before him once he opened the hospital door. He was afraid. He was afraid of what kind of boy would be lying in the bed. He was finally told what happened, but still, it didn't help prepare him for what he was about to see.

So with courage, Harry opened the door.

And Harry almost fell to the floor with what he found.

Louis. Asleep in a hospital bed, clothed in white gowns, tubes running in and out of his nose, mouth, and body. His skin was ghostly. He looked so frail. He looked so small compared to the Louis he woke up to that morning. Harry walked forward and tried to breath deeply so he wouldn't have an asthma attack. He tried to stay calm. He tried not to cry anymore. He tried. But he just couldn't. So Harry fell beside Louis's bed and grasped his hand in his own, letting the tears flow freely down his face and neck. He placed a kiss on the top of Louis' hand, above the IV that had been inserted.

"Please, Louis," Harry whispered. "Please, don't you dare do this," he cried. "Don't you dare let go, Louis Tomlinson," Harry sobbed. And a large part of the young, curly headed boy died. Along with the hope he once had when he arrived at the hospital.

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Comments

This is cute (: if Louis dies I'm gonna really triggered lol

TessBeBe TessBeBe
6/29/17