"Louis, stop it okay, it's just a headache, alright?" Harry shoved Louis away and walked down the hallway to their bathroom, where they kept spare pain pills. And lately, he would end up popping a couple in his mouth, sometimes it was several.
The confusion was evident on Louis's face once he walked over to meet Harry who was dazing off, he didn't even know that he was swaying, but to anyone who was there, well it was obvious.
"Would you stop blowing me off Harry, you're acting so strange lately, and to be honest I don't like it."
The thickening awkwardness in the room almost made Louis question walking over to tell Harry how he felt about the situation. And he swallowed hard when he saw tears brimming his lover's eyes. Guilt rose in his chest and burned like a deep fire in the pit of hell. Jesus, what had he done now.
"I'm sorry Harry, I'm just worried. You told me earlier that you wanted to hang out with me and Zayn..."
Harry rummaged through the bathroom drawers one more time before slamming it shut.
"Go on and go, I don't care." Harry swallowed as soon as the words left his tongue, he had never spoken to Louis like this before. He could blame it on cancer that was throwing a goodbye party in his head, but facing the facts with Louis was not only scary, but it was also eating him alive. "I-I'm sorry Lou." Harry sniffles, crying softly and feeling like a tiny speck, that's the only way he felt he could describe himself. He felt tiny, vulnerable, and selfish for hiding his illness.
"Go have fun at the park, okay, I'm just going to take a nap."
He shouldn't have. Maybe he thought it would help the headache go away on its own, or possibly it would help with the way the cancer was overtaking his brain.
But no. It wasn't either, it didn't remedy either one, it sent Harry into a spiral downward, and he was in a coma when Louis arrived back home.
As he went to check on Harry, his instant thought was the lad was sleeping. Not paying attention to anatomy really had its downfalls, he didn't even recognize the simple signs of a coma that Harry was slowly, yet deeply falling into.
Louis smiled, a hope that his headache would soon get better, and he shut the door lightly.
The memory faded from his mind once he heard the doctor speaking to Anne once again, talking something about his brain waves changing, and he didn't really know what that meant but he was hoping it was good news. Anything to get out of this hospital. Louis swallowed and bit his lip looking over at Anne who was carrying two coffees and a small bag of donuts. He hoped to god that those weren't for him, but something told him it was.
"C'mon Louis you need to eat your turnip greens, they'll give you muscles." Harry laughs before he took a bite, he knew Louis wasn't a fan of veggies, but for the time being the lad had been combating a cold. Veggies were how Harry drove the illnesses away.
Tears brimmed Louis's eyes, "Harry I would eat your veggies now if you would just get your arse better."
He had a hint of sarcasm in the way he talked, but it was mostly guilt. He didn't recognize the signs and by the time he knew, it was too late and Harry was in a deep coma. He was for certain that Anne was upset with him, should he blame her? He didn't think so.
As Louis looked down at his lover, laying in the hospital bed, wires hooked up to nearly every inch of his body including his head where they were reading how his brain reacted, mostly to needles and sometimes feathers.
"Louis, do you want to talk, you know about how you feel about all of this?"
Did he? It really was a whole lot to take in, especially because he thought everything was set in stone. He would take Harry to the prom, give him the promise ring at the end of the night, and he would be his solid rock no matter how rocky the waves were. Talking about a deep subject. Louis rolled his eyes, no he didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to cry, he wanted to hold Harry, he wanted to be okay with not being okay.
Maybe he just needed a break from it all, but he didn't want to break from Harry, it seemed like he was on his death bed, and it was mostly his fault. He could be awake, possibly still suffering from cancer but he would be awake. Louis sobs. This sucked, he had no idea what to do, nor to talk about. He took a deep breath, maybe he needed to get his feelings out in the open.
The thought of talking to Marcel though would be different than talking to Anne. He wasn't like Harry, despite them being a year and three months apart. They were the complete opposite of each other. Louis shouldn't get too wrapped up in that now, he had bigger problems jumbled in his head, for example, his love, Harry Edward Styles was in a deep unresponsive coma and he didn't know how exactly he was doing. Louis held onto Harry's hand,
"Liam will be by later, and I'll go with your mum to get some food." He smiled at the thought of seeing his best pal in what felt like forever. "Remember when we ate pizza, Haz? I mean this was a long while back... probably during the summer or summat but... he brought it over and we played truth or dare, I think you chose truth a million times just because you were afraid you might have to kiss him."
Louis blushed a bit, "You knew who you belonged to yeah? It's me. Always me."
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Fanfiction"You promised we'll get better right? No more fights like before?" Louis's voice rang in Harry's ears like the tardy bell for when he was late to school. However, Louis wasn't there anymore and he was only thinking back to their last conversation. H...
