Bullshit. (Larry Fan Fiction)-[COMPLETED]

Chapter 5

So I know it's been a while since I've ipdated. I'm really sorry about that. I hope you like this chapter though... it's really short and bad but hey... I don't know...

Also I just want to say, RIP little angels from Newtown, CT. We love you.

Chapter 5:

*2 days later* (3rd person P.O.V.)

Everything went wrong. Management covered up the picture by saying that it was photo shopped and fake. Harry and Louis were completely sickened by them. Before this, Harry was shielded from them for the most part. That was Louis’ doing. He took everything management heaved at them so that Harry didn’t have to, and it never caused a problem.

Until today.

Harry and Louis were out at Starbucks getting coffee, and it was a nice day so they sat outside. Anyone looking at them could see the pain and fear in Louis’ face. Harry especially saw it. Hiding their relationship wasn’t going to work out.

“Harry I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

“I know, Louis, I know. But we have to stick it out.”

“I CAN’T. I CAN’T DO IT ANYMORE.” Heads starting turning towards the shouts coming from Louis.

Louis stood up and started running away from the table at which his boyfriend was sitting, and Harry got up and chased after him. Louis ran around a corner, not expecting the bright lights to intersect with his path.

All Louis heard before backing out from excruciating pain were the screams of Harry, and all he saw were the tears streaming hot down the younger boy’s cheeks.

*Louis’ P.O.V.*

“Did you call management yet?” Liam’s troubled voice seemed to echo through the blindly white room.

“No…” Harry whispered, sounding extremely weak.

Somehow I was in that room, listening to that conversation, but I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t move my mouth.

My entire body felt as if someone had placed an enormous block of concrete on top of me.

My mind, however, seemed to refuse to stand still. Which, of course, made sense after someone, who I assumed was the doctor, entered the room.

“What’s goin’ on doc?” Zayn said, groggily.

“Well, the truck’s impact could have killed Louis, it’s a miracle it didn’t. However, he has sustained multiple injuries, including 3 broken ribs. We think he may have hit his head pretty hard when he hit the floor, but we have to wait until he wakes up to see the extent of the damage. For now he’s on a lot of pain medication, so he won’t be feeling much, but his head is swimming with thoughts.”

I heard one of the boys sniff, as if they were crying.

“It could be a while before he wakes up though, we’re about to give him another dose of medication, so you boys might want to go home and get some sleep. In about 5 minutes that machine is going to beep once, that’s when he’s being given the medication.”

With that, I heard footsteps leaving the room.

“C’mon Harry you need some sleep.” Niall’s Irish accent stated.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Harry said, trying to be steady,

“We’ll bring you a bag in the morning then, and have a nurse bring you a pillow and blanket” Liam said.

More shuffling of footsteps, then a door closed.

Harry’s voice sounded over the thoughts in my head. “Lou, you’ve got to wake up Boo Bear. I need you Louis, I love you…”

Beep.