Larry Stylinson Sickfics

broken Ankles- L

Harry's pov

"Louis, are you coming? We're going to be late!" I yelled up the stairs to my boyfriend, who was taking forever to get ready. We're supposed to be going to the studio today and it was important that we be there on time today because today was our last recording session before the band's new album comes out.

"I'm coming, hold on!" He shouted back.

"I'll meet you in the car, okay?" I told him.

"Okay, give me five and I'll be out," he responded. 

I walked out the door and got into the car to wait for Louis.

Louis' pov

I knew Harry was in a hurry but I had woken up a little later than he thinks this morning, so I was kind of behind. I was getting ready as fast as I could because Harry was already in the car waiting for me. I finished brushing my teeth and walked down stairs. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I realized I wasn't wearing socks so I quickly went back upstairs and slid socks onto my feet. I got up from the bed and almost fell over because the socks against the floor were very slippery for some reason. I didn't have time to worry about slippery socks so I speed walked to the stairs and when I saw the time I ran. I was half way down the stairs when it happened. 

My feet slipped and I fell down the stairs. I thought I was okay so I tried to stand, but just as soon as I was standing, I was on the ground again. I realized I couldn't feel my left ankle and I knew right away, it was broken. I started to cry from the pain I was feeling. Harry was in the car and I couldn't get out to him and I didn't have my phone. 

I just sat there crying in pain, not knowing what to do.

Harry's pov

I had been waiting for Louis to come out for almost ten minutes now. He was taking so long to get ready today. I decided I would go find him and tell him to hurry up. 

I got out of the car and walked into the house. "Louis, let's go we're really late!" I yelled from the front door. 

"Harry, get in here, I need help!" He yelled back. I was confused and I didn't know where he was. 

"Where are you?" I asked, walking into the kitchen to see if he was there. 

"I'm by the stairs!" He responded. 

I ran to the stairs, which were on almost the other side of the house from where I was in the kitchen. Ugh. Living in a mansion was so hard sometimes.

I made it to the stairs and saw Louis right away. I ran over to him and he started to cry more. "Oh, Baby, what happened?" I asked.

"I-I- f-fell down the s-stairs," he sobbed, "a-a-and I think I broke my a-ankle."

I could tell it was broken, your bones don't normally stick out like that. "Okay, we need to get you to a hospital. Hold on, I'm going to pick you up, it might hurt a little," I told him.

He nodded and I bent down and easily picked him up, holding him behind his back and under his legs. He winced a little at the movement of his foot but was okay after. I tried not to jostle him too much as I carried him out to the car. 

I helped him into the front seat and helped him buckle in before I ran inside quickly and got him some ice to ease the pain the slightest bit on the way to the hospital.

"Here you go, Lou, I'll get there as fast as I can," I told him, handing him the ice and getting into the front seat. 

"How did this happen?" I inquired.