ouch. ➵ larry stylinson

Chapter 8

Third person POV:

Harry wakes up, his head hurting like it was going to explode. Why is he alive? He wants to do dead. He looks over to see a sleeping angel next to him.

That angel is Louis. The one who's voice sounds like honey. Who always smells like cinnamon and soap. The one that... is cuddling with him right now? 

He starts to panic. After all, Derrick would be fuming if he found.. out.. 

Yes Harry.

Derrick.

The only one who will ever love you, and you ran him away too.

Just like you will Louis.

Tears silently cascade down Harry's face. Trying hard not to wake Louis, but knowing that the voices are right. His arm is back with the IV in it, although he can't remember yesterday too well, he knows he fucked up. 

Harry flinches when a pair of lips land on his cheek. Seeming to kiss all the tears away. "Louis." Harry breathes out, glad he has his Louis back.

"Good morning Harold." Louis says with the dorkiest smile, but worried look in the eyes. Harry chuckles lightly at the name, and rolls his eyes.

"I can't believe I've never seen those dimples!" Louis exclaims with a giant smile on his face, poking one one of the curly boy's dimples. "I love your smile." He says with a look of admiration. 

Harry looks down, blushing. Derrick never said anything like that. 

Because you don't deserve it.

He's lying Harry.

You should punish him for lying.

Hit him.

No! He can't hit Louis..

Yes you can.

Hit him.

"I-i can't do that!" Harry whispers to himself. Louis looks at the boy in confusion, why would he-

"Oh." Louis says under his breath. It's his OCD.

Hit him Harry.

HIT HIM.

HIT LOUIS FOR LYING TO YOU.

YOU HAVE TO.

If you don't, he'll die.

"NO!" He yells, covering his ears, trying to block to voices out. But of course, that's not how it works.

"Harry.." Louis says, still not used to the sudden outbursts. "STOP" Harry yells, and after just a moment, Louis feels a sharp sting on his cheek. Tears spring to Harry's eyes at the thought of what he just did, but he didn't want Louis to die. 

Louis felt his cheek, in awe that the boy he just saved, hit him. He stormed out of the room. Passing Niall in the café, who was shoving a cupcake down his throat.

"LIUIEEE" Niall yelled after the boy. The two had become close after Harry went into the hospital. At first Niall only wanted to find out what was wrong with Harry, but realized he actually cared about the well-being of the young one. They had been neighbors forever, and all Niall could talk to was Derrick. Let's just say, Derrick's not fun to talk to.

After what seemed like forever, Louis found himself two blocks away from the hospital. He had walked that far? He can't remember how many turns he took. He was trapped in his mind, so much so, that he was lost. 

His mind wandered back to the curly boy. Why would Harry hit him? What did he do? Did he do something wrong? Is it because Derrick got away?

Louis decided then and there, that he wanted an answer.

No, he needed an answer. And he was going to get it. 

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he glanced at the time. 13:37. Wow, time flys. He got the walking directions to the hospital again, and began his journey, back to the broken boy sitting in the hospital bed.

Wow guys! I'm so happy that I updated, I thought I had given up on this story. Butttt when I started writing, it kinda wrote itself!

Sorry if this is trash, I'm trying! :p

-L