Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

62. A burning heart.

~ Pov Louis ~ 

There's a knock on the white door. "Come in?" I try. Kjell pokes his head through the small crack.

"Hey. Can I come in?" I nod weakly.

"Of course." He comes closer hesitantly.

"How are you feeling right now?" I force a smile.

"I've never felt better." Kjell sits down next to me on the bed, sighing.

"You scared me. You really did."

"Kjell, I'm okay. Thanks to you." He looks up. "If it hadn't been for you, it might have turned out differently."

"If I hadn't been there, this wouldn't have happened in the first place. I only cause problems. Maybe it would be for the best if we stopped seeing each other."

I shake my head immediately. "Stop it, don't say that. You know that's not true. You bring me happiness and joy, not problems. Besides, I don't think I ever don't want to see you..." He smiles softly, taking in my words.

"I just feel so guilty. I should have stopped you." I take his hand.

"Hey, you tried and you know that if I didn't take them at your place, I'd get them somewhere else. This was my fault, not yours."

He clears his throat and looks away as his eyes begin to moisten. "Have you been awake for a long time?" I shake my head.

"No. Just a couple of minutes, why?"

"I called Harry." I look at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Louis, I thought you- It didn't look good for you. I know you don't feel that way now, but I thought Harry should have had a chance to see you one last time. I thought he had a right to say goodbye to you in case you... You know." I bite my lower lip.

"Was he here?" He nods.

"Yes. You were still unconscious."

"Is he still there?" I ask somewhat hopeful.

"No. He's gone. He thought it was better if you didn't see him. He wants to give you the time you need to heal." I nod. I don't know what to think anymore.

My thoughts are interrupted when the door flies open. My mother immediately comes running to me and takes me in her arms. Kjell steps aside. "Oh god! I was so worried!" My father stands behind her and holds me for a long time.

"Son... Never scare us like that again!" I feel my eyes getting watery.

"I'm sorry."

"I'll go then. Get well soon," Kjell tells me. Mom stops him.

"Wait. Who are you?" Kjell glances at me, asking me what the best answer would be.

"That's Kjell," I tell her. "He's the one who saved my life." She looks at him and then hugs him.

"Thank you Kjell. If we can ever give something back, let us know." He smiles.

"Thank you." My father shakes his hand.

"No, thank you." I smile at him as he makes his way to the door.

"Call him," he tells me. "Or text him. Just let him know you're okay. He was completely upset." I nod.

"Thanks."

My father sits down next to me. "I think it's time we talked." I nod. It is indeed time.

"How long have you been on drugs?," my mother asks.

"Several weeks." I can't look at them.

"What about smoking and drinking alcohol? How long have you been doing that?"

"It started during the summer holidays." It's quiet for a while. I can hear her having a hard time holding back her tears.

"Why?"

I bite my lower lip and stare at my hands. "I was in pain," I whisper. "I'm in pain and I don't know how to deal with it."

"Did Niall and Liam know about this?"

"They only found out yesterday. Harry told them to help me."

"Harry knew about this?" I nod.

"I never told him. He just knew." I look at her for the first time and she wipes away some tears.

"Is it because of him? Is it because of him that you're in pain?"

"Yeah," my voice dies when I let the words come out.

My father frowns. "I'm not following. What happened with Harry?" I forgot that I never told him this. "Louis?" I look at him.

"We were in love." I frown and change my words. "I was in love." He nods, trying to understand.

"What happened?" I swallow the lump in my throat.

"He used me in a way that makes me sick and I have no idea how to deal with it. Every second of every day I feel like my heart is burning, like it's catching on fire and I don't know how to stop it. I just want it stop."

I look at them both. "I want help. Please help me." Mom runs her fingers through my hair.

"We're going to help you, Louis. You're not alone in this. We're here. Your friends are here. We're all here and we're all going to help you." Dad takes my hand.

"We love you, Louis." 

"I love you too. I'm sorry I scared you like that. I promise I'll get better."

Later that night I lay alone. I stare at the ceiling, holding my cell phone. I think of Kjell's words. Should I message him? I look at my screen and start typing.

Louis: I need time and help, but I'm okay.

I get an answer right away.

Harry: Thanks for letting me know. Get well soon.

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I'm so excited for the chapters that are about to come!

My exams start in 3 days so to everyone that still has to study, good luck!

I can't believe this is my last year in Highschool...