*Authors note*
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Liam's POV
After getting the call, I quickly sprint out of the coffee shop and straight to the hospital. When I arrive there, I see Anne with a worried expression across her face. I walk towards her and ask where Harry is. ''He's in room 228, second floor'' she replies. I nod and go upstairs, quickly looking for the room. When I finally find it, I hesitate before going in. I walk in to see a sleeping Harry. He lays there, lifeless, although I know hes not dead. I stand there for about 10 minutes, then he starts to wake up so i go and sit beside his bed to talk to him. ''Hey H, how you holding up?'' I say quietly, but loud enough so he can hear me. ''I guess im ok'' He pauses for a second, then a doctor walks in. Hes got ocean blue eyes and fluffy brown hair. I look at his name-tag and it reads 'Dr Tomlinson'. ''So, im guessing your a friend of his?'' He says, voice light and soft. ''Uh, yeah. Im Liam, his best-friend'' I reply, hoping I don't sound to broken.
A few days have past now and Dr Tomlinson said he can come home in a few days. if im being honest, I just want my best friend back...
*A Few Weeks Later*
I have been visiting Harry everyday for the last few weeks and now, finally, hes ready to come back home and to school. During these long weeks, I have noticed hes been really close with Louis, his doctor. I have tried asking Harry if he likes Louis but he just smirks and says, ''You never know''
On the day of his release, Harry is prescribed with meds that he has to take in order to stay healthy. Of course, me and his mum were sceptical at first because the reason he was in there was for overdosing, but you know, i guess thats just how hospitals work nowadays. He has to take them three times a day, which i think is a bit much for him considering he is very forgetful at times, so, i offered to stay with him for a little while until hes used to the new routine and stuff.
It actually is going well and Harry looks and seems healthier and happier then ever before. Maybe these meds are really working and doing him well. Turns out, Harry managed to get Louis' number and they have been on call non-stop since he left the hospital. It feels good to see him happy like this... After around 3 weeks, i decide to leave Harry to do his meds and to remind himself to do them for himself. Of course i will give him daily check-ups when i can, considering im in football practice for the whole term , so i will try my best.
*One Month Later*
Like I said before, I will check up on Harry when I can and I have been doing that because I never break my word or promises I make to people. As I am off from practice for the week, I decided to surprise H because his birthday is soon and I wont be able to see him because I have a tournament with the team. So, a few hours before, I go to the shops and buy him all his favourite snacks and I go to the mall to get him his gifts. I told Anne that I'd be there at 6pm, so when it was around 5:40pm, I got in my car and drove to Harrys house.
When I get there, the door is already open which I thought was a little bit odd but I walk in anyways. The house is extremely quiet so, I walk upstairs and to Harrys room. I walk in to see him lying in bed looking sicker than ever. ''Harry... what happened?''I ask. ''Oh nothing..'' he mumbles. ''Well um I came here to surprise you for your birthday but you don't seem to be-'' but suddenly, I am cut off by Harry grabbing his chest, breathing heavily. ''Harry !'' I shout. ''Harry what's happening to you?!'' I ask, gripping the gift box so hard, my knuckles turn white. ''Wa- water...'' He manages to stutter out. I run downstairs and grab him a glass of water, carefully bringing it to his lips and watching as he catches his breath. A sea of relief washes over me as I sigh and sit next to him in bed.
We end up just watching movies and stuffing our faces with sweets for the whole night. Once the movie has finished, me and H catch up on each others lives and it all seems to be going well until I ask him about his meds.... there is a moment of silence and I speak up ''Harry. You need to answer this truthfully ok? Have you been taking your meds since I left..'' He looks down at his hands as tears brim in eyes. I sigh and say to him, ''Harry, your meant to take them three times a day. Just three times.. you promised. I- you-.'' ''I'm sorry Liam its just I can-'' ''No Harry, you cant just apologise and expect it all to be ok. You need to take your meds, they are keeping you alive!'' There is another moment of silence and again,I speak up. ''If you don't take them, I'm gonna have to take you back to the hospital..'' ''No! Please don't take me back there Liam!!'' He begs. ''In that case, you need to take the meds.'' I say bluntly. ''But Liam, I cant just take them again, they make me a different person, and I cant do it anymore'' He pleads, tears now running relentlessly down his puffy cheeks. ''Ok, you know what. Fine. I'm calling the hospital first thing tomorrow morning.'' I say, tears now in my eyes.
