The day had come for Harry to depart from the hospital, to be honest in all reality, he was slightly timid almost as if he was lacking the courage he needed.
Somehow as he was leaving Louis, he felt the distance appear between reality and the delusion that was somewhere inside his head.
Of course, the fact remained, that he was going to some sort of therapy camp to be a better version of himself. Isn't that what Adam had told him before, he would get better? Bullshit. Harry could only think to himself, especially after it all.
After everything that had happened, and he was no better than the day he arrived at this godforsaken place.
"Hey, it'll be alright." Louis's voice dawned upon him like the wonderful sunshine on his skin. But Harry still felt a gloomy side to himself, in other words, he found it harder to distract the feeling of guilt and regret from his mind.
Louis made things better, evidently, otherwise, he wouldn't have even tried to go to the camp in the first place.
It was the kind gestures, the gentle touches, and the reassurance Harry needed to continue on with this new way of life he was living. "You know, I'm just going to have to wait for you, but it'll be okay.
Louis took Harry's hand in his own and smiled a little, even though it hurt like hell to do this. He was watching his baby go off to some outlandish camp that had been known to help people like Harry. Comfort was what he needed, and Louis knew it, even though he was the one who was telling Harry that everything would be okay, but, in Louis's heart he had a sliver of hope but a heartwrenching truth told him that this was going to end badly.
"You-You will be here w-when I get b-back?" Harry's voice brought Louis back to the now, and he had tears as he spoke. If he ever lost Louis, he would n no account ever be the same. Louis was first and foremost his best friend, and secondly his love. But he was also his rock. When the biggest storms seemed to change positions and when he came down to it, Louis protected him from the most damaging circumstances in life. An analogy he used most of the time, especially when getting his point across. Louis was there for him, always has been, and probably always will be.
"Bye, my Hazza I will see you this fall, alright? Louis kissed his forehead, running his fingers through Harry's deranged curls. As he pulled away, he gave Harry a simple smile and he signed with, I really love you, hoping the tears wouldn't fall. At least not yet, he wasn't ready to be broken, not ready to let his Hazza go, and definitely not ready for the emptiness that the silence would bring.
Harry gave Louis the same sign before he was wheeled out of the hospital, and he was loaded onto the camp bus that would eventually take him to where he needed to go.
If life could be simple again, Harry knew he would give anything just to have it all back. The long nights in bed together, the effortless laughter and abounding memories within the days they had together. It's not going to be the same, Harry thought to himself, with Louis I'm strong and by myself, I don't know - it's a scary thing that's for sure.
"Welcome aboard the East London Transit, we will be arriving in approximately three hours and thirty minutes give or take, the Camp will consist of activities for those of you who enjoy the waters as well as the weight rooms. We will have church services on Sunday and Wednesday nights. Don't see this as a negative. Buckle up and enjoy the ride."
Harry's heart was at the soles of his tennis shoes, how was he here all of a sudden, and without Louis, could he honestly do this without his better half? It sounded so simple, to just go to a camp and enjoy their activities while getting better or even becoming stronger.
Then again, it sounded so unrealistic. He could barely speak a full sentence without stuttering and walking was out of the question, for the moment at least. All of this, in the reality of it as a whole, Harry felt out of place. He knew many people would want exactly what he wanted, and it was always possible he could be overlooked. No, he couldn't be overlooked, just due to a few complications of his own accord. Deep breath Styles, you got this. Right?
Swallowing the fear, after taking a deep breath, he smiled. And began to think positive things, maybe he would make a friend or two. He needed that, besides his love Louis, he needs someone to be there for him especially in the rough times when it seemed like the positivity had shifted. Yeah, he needed a friend.
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"Hey, bro, wake up." Nervous cocoa eyes met with a sleeping Harry, he was the only one left on the bus as far as anyone knew. At first, Harry barely stirs awake, but he could hear the panic in the man's tone. Almost like someone with Scitzophrnia or Paranoia.
He turned to come across the rather tall gentleman, he couldn't talk his stutter would be evident and the first impression was everything. "C'mon, you need to get- just get off the bus alright? I mean I just don't want anything to happen to you, and you're obviously the last.. the last one on here."
As his words came to a halt he realized just how awkward he was, and his voice faltered worse than usual. Couldn't blame him though, his illness had become worse over the last few weeks and despite the medication, he continued to go into a downward spiral. He always had that little sliver of hope, despite the majority of his outcomes. Being deep in thought, he didn't even hear the boy with curly hair speaking to him.
Eyes widen as he watched his lips move. The paranoia was somehow returning and taking a deep breath seemed to be harder than usual, and maybe it was because he didn't have his best friend with him. He knew it would be tougher but never imagined it like this. His level of comfort was strained as he stepped into a completely different atmosphere.
"H-Hey... Don't- Don't be afraid." Harry's voice suddenly broke the uncomfortable silence. His eyes trave from the young man, down to where he was slightly shaking. "I-I'll be your f-first friend."
A smile was brought across his face and it seemed like his symptoms disappeared like a gust of wind. How did he manage to make a friend that quickly, maybe that was the easy part? What was the most difficult, keeping a friend?
It didn't take much longer for the two to make it off the bus, and each had different thoughts as they walked across the camping area, maybe it wouldn't be so bad here, especially since the two now became friends.
*So sorry for not updating in like forever, I will try to write more often! Comments are welcome! And for my besties who read each update and are patient with me, I love you so much!*
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Don't Let It Break Your Heart
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...
