To Capture A Heart

C H A P T E R 4

breathe. breathe. deep breathes.

My mind was racing from everything I had just witnessed for so long. I couldn't get him to leave. I felt a lot of anxiety in my body. Was it correct of me not to accompany him in the ambulance? They told me I wasn't his family, and I tried to persuade them, but I didn't come across as confident, and I was stuttering a lot.

Zayn and Gigi went outside to check on me because I was taking so long, only to see a slew of red lights and sirens screaming ambulance personnel. They were the only options I could think of. When he was in my arms, he was as pale as a ghost, with cracked and dry lips like the dessert. I couldn't put into words how I felt; it was like being a deer in the headlights, stuck and unable to move in front of a vehicle at night, seemingly bathed in the headlight beam.

But I regained my composure just as I took out my phone. His eyes crack slightly, but not completely. Lips moved and a small "don't" was uttered. I questioned it for a split second before returning my attention to getting him help.

"Fuck. ." I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair, only to end up with my brow in my hands. Even thinking about it now gave me shivers.

Zayn and Gigi were bombarding me with questions after the incident, which made me feel even more overwhelmed, but I explained everything to them. Zayn told me he was proud of me for being brave enough to seek his assistance, and he smiled proudly and hugged me. "I know that must have been really tough for you Louis, but you handle it so well," he said in my ear when Gigi wasn't looking.

Zayn always knew when something really got to me or set me off because we had known each other for so long that it was natural for us to know, and I appreciate knowing that someone knew me so well and cared about it. I admire Zayn for it.

We finished our session and went home. I'm still tense as I sit at my kitchen table. To Harry, who was that guy? What did Harry do to end up with such a man? His eyes were sharp and cold, and you could tell that whatever he said to Harry was a promise that would be fulfilled. Because of what Harry said, I didn't tell the paramedics anything that led to it. It was the least I could do to protect something of his.

My phone, which was next to me, was ringing with a notification. Zayn keeps asking if I'm all right. I take it and slip it into my pocket.

I get up and walk over to my living room couch, where I sit. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels in search of something to make me feel better. Nothing on is remotely interesting. I usually watch documentaries or current events shows. Finally, I settled on a news channel and left it on.

I take out my phone and to reply to Zayn's text messages.

Zaynie: Louis are you okay?

Zaynie: Respond back.

Zaynie: It's just... you seemed uneasy back there.

Yes, I was concerned. I was bothered by the situation. Zayn, unlike Gigi, who only knew me for a few months, saw through my facade of pretending everything was fine when it wasn't. Even if they did get Harry the attention he requires, I still felt he was in grave danger because the man back there threatened to kill him. And seeing Harry look at me with such intensity in his eyes tells me there's more to their relationship.

I felt like sitting here and doing nothing was driving me insane.

Lou: yes. It was just a surprise, that's all. Zayn, I can't stop thinking about him. I hope he's all right.

Zayn: Don't be concerned, Lou. Okay, the hospital will take care of him.

He is correct. The hospital will look after him. At the end of the day, I have to remind myself that this is just a stranger to me. I'm not capable of doing much. At the same time, my heart seems to be telling me that I should do something. It's like an emotion you can't shake because you know it won't go away unless you do something about it.

Zayn: I know what will get him off your mind: go ask if you can check on him. As in a visit.

... Or perhaps I could? Just checking in to make sure he's okay. Okay, I'll do it. But what if he doesn't want me? Or find it strange? I'm not sure... but I have to make sure he's okay, if only to keep myself sane.

(OKAY, THIS WAS A LITTLE SHORT. But Louis is going to pay Harry a visit in the hospital, so keep reading to find out what happens next. Tell me what you think about this chapter!)