How could Louis have done that to him?
Harry brought his fist to the boys face once again.
Harry loved him with all his heart.
Louis whimpered beneath him as his fist made contact to his face.
How could Louis kiss Eleanor like that, in front of him?
Louis was fading in and out of consiousness as he saw Harry grab his phone, screaming for an ambulance. Harry kneeled down beside him once again, crying his eyes out. "Boo, I'm so sorry, I'm so horrible, I'm so sorry." Louis gripped onto Harry's shirt
"It's not your fault angel." His vision went black.
~2 weeks later @ the Doncaster hospital~
Harry was tapping his foot against the floor, unable to handle the damn beeping of the heart monitor, but at the same time it kept him sane, because it reminded him that Louis was alive, that he hadn't killed Louis.
Liam's hand was rubbing his shoulder gently, trying to calm him. Today the doctors said it was likely Louis would wake up.
Harry glanced down at his knuckles, they were purple and blue and bloody, still. He looked from his hands to Louis' angelic face, where bloody imprints of Harry's knuckles were on his jaw and beautiful cheekbones, his nose bent slightly, something the doctors promised they could fix and it wouldn't be noticeable at all.
Dammit, if Harry could have held in his anger for a second longer, maybe Louis would have been able to lock that bathroom door before he came barreling through. But he didn't, and now Louis had been in a coma for two weeks, his parents hadn't even visited yet, not that they cared much anyway. Harry had never met Louis' parents, but now he was going to, and he didn't really want to meet them by saying "Yeah, I'm the one who smashed your sons face in."
Harry squeezed his eyes shut as Liam began massaging the back of his neck, something Louis would surely do if he was awake right now.
Harry just now became aware of the tears streaming down his face. He drew in a shaky breath before standing up.
"I need to take a break. Can you get me if my baby wakes up?" Liam nodded. He didn't need to ask who his "baby" was. Harry walked down to the waiting room, where families were waiting for new born babies or their son to finish having surgery on his arm. They all gave him a genuine smile, not knowing he was waiting here for his boyfriend to get out of a coma. A coma that he caused with his own hands.
Harry smiled back and leaned against one of the white walls, taking a deep breath.
"Harry STOP!"
Harry squeezed his eyes shut
"Please it hurts!!"
His breathing quickened and he slowly slid down the wall.
"She kissed ME! I'm sorry!!"
Suddenly, Harry felt no oxygen, where did it go? Shit! He opened his eyes, now aware that he needed his inhaler. NOW.
No one was paying attention to him so he pounded his fist against the wall, getting a look from one of the nurses, then she saw that he was frightened. She ran over to him and he weezed out "Asthma."
The nurse apparently knew where the inhalers were located because she ran off and second later he felt cool metal being pressed to his lips, and he could breath again. " Th-thank you ma'am"
she nodded. Harry closed his eyes once again, but felt someone tugging at his arm. It was Liam.
"Louis' awake!!" He shouted, but grabbed tightly onto Harry's arm before he could run off. "There's just one problem."
"What is it?"
"Harry, Louis thinks he's fourteen."