Larry Stylinson - One Shots (boyxboy)

[8] I Thought I Lost You

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Louis has a car crash after a fight with Harry. He is in danger and Harry thinks it's his fault.

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Harry's POV

Fuck! I didn't want that! It's all my fault! Why did we have to fight?! Argh! No no no!

I am so fucking cold right now, because I am running through the rain without a jacket on. I'm on my way to the hospital with my arms slung around myself, shivering.

I can't believe he is so dumb, that he doesn't look where he goes! He could've at least looked if there was a car driving. Fuck! But it's not his fault. It's all my fault! Why did I have to yell at him, that he was so scared, that he runs away?!

I feel more and more tears streaming down my face and my vision gets blurry. I stop and let a frustrated scream out. Happily no one is out here right now. All my clothes are wet and are clutching to my body. I burrow my face into my hands letting a sob out. But then I continue running.

When I arrive at the hospital I ask a nurse where he is. "I am sorry, but you can't go to him right now." "But he's my fiancé! I have to see him! Please!" I whimper and tears start welling up in my eyes again. "I am really sorry, but you are not allowed to go to him." I wipe my tears away. "Can you- how is he? Will- will he... die?" I let out a sob, but bite my tongue hard to stop other sobs. "We'll do our best." She smiles at me, before she continues walking.

That's the point where I brake down. I don't have enough force to stand. Not enough force without him. Without Louis. I am sitting on the floor with my back against the wall shaking horribly because I'm cold and because I am scared. So fucking scared to loose Louis. My Louis.

I don't know what I'd do without him. What the fuck would happen? I bury my face in my hands closing my eyes. I didn't stop crying yet and I guess it'll take hours to make me stop. I wrap my arms around my legs laying my head on top of my knees.

I am a sobbing mess. My curly hair is wet and stands probably up in all directions, but I couldn't care less. My eyes are red and puffy from the whole crying and my lips are swollen, because I bit them too much. My whole face is totally pale, because of the shock.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and a calming voice near my ear. Then I feel other hands rubbing my back soothingly and I look up to see Niall and Zayn sitting next to me on the floor.

"Harry, please. Everything's fine, okay? He'll get-" "What the hell are you saying there?! Do you even listen to yourself?! Everything is FINE?! Are you dumb?! Don't you realize that Louis could fucking DIE?!" I scream at Niall, who looks scared at me, like Louis did when we fought.

Then I realize what I just did and break down again. "I-I'm s-sorry, Niall. I am- just... fuck! I-I di-didn't me-mean it."

"Haz, I understand you, but he won't get better when you cry. C'mon let's eat something to distract you, yeah?" Zayn smiles at me and helps me standing up.

"I- I dunno... I d-don't want t-to eat so-something right n-now. I-I'm n-not hungry. I'll s-stay here. Y-you can e-eat something, y-yeah?" I try to make my voice sound steady, but I fail. How should I? My fucking fiancé is laying in the hospital maybe dying! I let a sob escape my mouth and go over to the uncomfortable plastic chairs. I sit down on one, staring at the grey wall. I guess it was yellow, but now it just looks more grey or brown.

I sight heavily putting my hand in my curly, long hair curling itself around my fingers. I always do that when I am nervous, like now. Louis loves my hair. He always told me to never cut it, even when people say it look hilarious. He loves playing with it and he loves washing it. I think I don't even know how to wash my curls anymore, because he forbids me to do it, 'cause he wants to do it. Always.