No One's Here to Sleep

It had been days. And Days had turned into weeks. And Weeks turned into a month. Harry's heart and mind were wearing thin. He had been living at the hospital, spending his money on cafeteria food, showering in the bathroom's shower, and keeping his clothes in the closet. He'd send a few pieces of clothing a time with nurses who took pity on him. And honestly, having people around him caring for him like they were, wasn't bad. He had reached a certain peak of sadness that consumed his entirety all together. His skin was rough and dry, and his hair didn't have the same bounce and curls. His face was broken out from crying so much, and his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. He'd lost weight. His body wasn't getting nutrients like it was used to getting. Harry wasn't the same person he was when he first met Louis.

Louis's family had been driving back and forth between the hospital and home for a few weeks, and then his sisters stopped coming so often. Harry saw Louis's mum four times a week, and sometimes the oldest of the girls.

"Harry, why not take a walk outside and go home and shower. Maybe take a nap in your own bed," A voice spoke up from behind him. He sat in the small leather chair that was placed right beside the hospital bed where Louis slept. Harry shut his eyes and shook his head slowly.

"I can shower here," he said quietly. Anne sat on the arm of the chair and pushed his curls away from his face.

"His mum is going to be here in about twenty minutes. How about I stay here until she gets here, and then I'll come by the apartment. Sound alright?" She asked. Harry hesitated.

"Don't leave this room until she gets here," he demanded. Anne nodded and pulled Harry from the chair.

"Take some clothes and do a load of laundry. Get a shower, eat something on the way, and try and take a nap." Harry rolled his eyes at his mother's demands, but did as she told, grabbing clothes, and heading back to the apartment.

When Harry opened the door to the apartment, he let the warm air blow through his hair and against his skin. He sighed loudly and walked through the door. He started a load of laundry first, before going to fix himself a sandwich. He then went to his bedroom and grabbed some clothes he could change into after a shower.

Harry turned the hot water on and let it soak his body and saturate his hair. He rubbed his face, trying to scratch off the dirt and dried tear stains. Harry was lost. His other half was lying in a hospital bed, comatose, unsure of when he'd be coming out of that. Harry's entire world was crashing down around him, and he couldn't wake up. He couldn't open his eyes and make it all go away, the nightmares, the fears, the hurt. Part of Harry wanted Louis to stop hurting. He wanted his forever to move on and wake up in a better place. But isn't that morbid, wishing for death for someone else? Harry knew that if Louis were to die, he would finally be at peace. His body would be healed, his mind would be at rest, he could go and start his eternity. If Louis passed, Harry would be at peace, knowing Louis was at peace.

Peaceful, but heartbroken nonetheless.

As Harry laid down for a nap after his shower, he grabbed Louis's pillow and breathed in slowly, taking in his scent. His eyes shut and he let his mind drift slowly off to sleep.

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