Falling (H.S. X L.T.)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Louis' Pov.
Practice just ended and Harry was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't sitting on the bench with Zayn and I couldn't spot him walking around anywhere. I was about to go off looking for him when the coach motioned me over. Shit, I have to announce the members of the team.

"As you all know, this is the last day of try-outs. I thank you all for coming. Louis, go on." Coach instructed, giving me a nod. I grabbed the roster and started reading the names out.

"Congratulations to Tony, Steve, Luke, Calum, Ashton, Niall, Dominic, Liam, Ed, Remington, Mitch, and Michael. You have all made the team." I announced. I gave them all a tight smile before rushing over to Zayn.

"Hey where is Harry?" I asked as nonchalantly as possible.

"Ah, he told me his mum needed him home. He seemed kinda dazed but I dunno. Probably just didn't want to sit through the rest of try-outs." Zayn shrugged. He got up and bounded over to Liam to congratulate him. I saw Niall talking with Luke and someone else and decided they would be fine if I left. I needed to go check on Harry, Zayn said he was dazed? I really hope it's nothing.

I got into my car and drove down the road to Harry's. I may have been speeding a tad more than I should've, but no one has to know. I tapped my fingers anxiously as I drove. I had a bad feeling in my gut. I could just sense that something was wrong.

It felt like it took hours to get to Harry's house, but it was probably only about 10 minutes. I pulled in and saw that his mom and sister's cars were both gone. This made me feel even worse.

I jumped out of my car and jogged up to his door. It was unlocked..

I entered his house and instantly called his name.

"Harry!" No answer.

I looked in the living room.

Nothing.

Maybe he just went somewhere with his mom? No. He would've locked the door. I sighed in frustration and rushed into his room. He wasn't in here either. Looking up, there was light coming from under his bathroom door. I rushed over to it and knocked. Nada. Panicking, I slammed the door opened and frantically scanned the room. Harry was sitting against the wall, hardly awake. There was a pill bottle with a few pills left inside it laying on the floor at his feet.

"Harry!" I exclaimed, extremely worried. I practically dove into my knees in front of him. He lazily moved his head to look at me, eyes half lidded.

"Lou.." He whispered.

"Harry did you take these pills?" I demanded. He wasn't paying attention, he hardly had his eyes open.

"Harry." I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me. He groaned but I ignored it. "Did you take these pills?" I asked, firmer this time.

"Jesus- yes Lou. Just, leave. Gosh." He whined, he tried a weak attempt at pushing my hand away, but it didn't work. Without hesitation I slid over to the toilet and folded the seat up. I pulled Harry over in front of it as best as I could and held his shoulder to support him.

"Harry you need to make yourself throw up right know." I ordered. I ignored the heavy breaths coming from my own nose, I was getting images of my sister, Fizzy. They were flashing in my mind, but I needed to focus on Harry.

"Harry, you need to throw up. Im trying to save your life!" I pleaded, feeling tears well up. He moaned in pain and clutched his stomach.

"Maybe I don't want my life." He replied. He tried to rest his head on my shoulder but i pushed his head back up.

"No, Harry. You need to throw up. Right. Now." Harry groaned in response, but stuck his fingers in his mouth nonetheless. It took him a few tries, but he eventually threw up into the toilet. I had him do it one more time just to be safe. It probably wasn't the best way to handle the situation but what was I supposed to do? There wasn't time to call him an ambulance.