Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Twenty:

Lou?

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It wasn't the beeping that woke Louis up, as this had been going on for hours now.

It was the door being closed with a low thud that shook him awake in the uncomfortable chair next to Harry's bed.

Harry's hospital bed.

After Zayn explained, Louis had agreed to bring Harry to the hospital. The wound had been stitched, but Harry had lost a massive amount of blood and had only gotten through it with the help of the adrenaline, which would have worn off soon.

Liam and Niall had stayed behind, obviously not to be caught, and had already started to clean everything up. They were leaving London, fleeing to Spain. There had just happened too much in that place and they completed their task there anyway.

Zayn came with Louis to the hospital and was the one who had entered the room just a second ago, carrying two coffees and a small cup to fill with water for when Harry would finally wake up.

"Y'alright?" He asked. Louis' head shot up and the only answer he managed to give was the very lightly pulling up of the corners of his mouth. It wasn't even a smile, just acknowledging Zayn.

He sighed as he sat up a bit straighter, not planning to sleep anymore. He hadn't slept through Harry's surgery that he apparently needed. Not that Liam's stitching hadn't been done well, it had saved his life actually, but the wound was too deep and had injured too much on the inside.

Louis had been so scared. He was scared every time a doctor came to tell them news, afraid for that to happen.

It didn't though and he had sighed and started to cry right on the spot when they told him surgery went fine and he was relatively stable and brought to a room, where they could visit him.

Even then, Louis had tried to stay awake for as long as possible, not wanting to be asleep when Harry woke up. But as the time passed, as hours passed, Zayn had gotten him a blanket and he'd nuzzled into the uncomfortable couch but luckily very soft blanket, Harry's hand tightly gripped in his so the tall man's arm hung off the bed towards Louis.

He never wanted to let go.

As he saw Harry's hand numbly hanging out of bed, realising he had let go in his sleep, he quickly grabbed it again and intertwined his shaky fingers to Harry's numb ones. Once he had a tight grip again, he let out a heavy breath and slumped back in his seat as if something could've happened when he wasn't holding Harry's hand.

Zayn had sat down in another small, unstable chair in the corner of the room sipping his coffee, having put the other one on the small table beside Louis.

Zayn's head shot up when a nurse came in, smiling compassionately before checking all of Harry's equipment.

Just as she was about to leave again, Harry's head turned and nuzzled back into the cushion.

Both Louis and Zayn immediately shot up from their seat in shock, causing the nurse to turn around and step closer to the bed again in a hurry.

The three of them stood there in silence, waiting for Harry to either give another sign of consciousness or to just stay silently in his artificial sleep.

A soft sound left the sleeping man's throat and a frown appeared, pulling wrinkles onto his forehead. Louis took a step closer so his thighs rested against the bed, hesitating if he should touch the man's face or let him rest in peace.

When Harry's eyes fluttered, though, he couldn't keep it in himself and at least brushed his curly fringe out of his eyes. More sounds left his mouth and he slowly opened his eyes, face still contorted so it was very clear the man was uncomfortable.