Devotion [L. S.]

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Wow, a lot of Prince Hair Harry stans in the last chapter, but I understand, for sure.  

This will be a very short chapter, but I just wanted to update, so you could see what happened with Louis. 

A longer chapter will be up in a week or so.

Anyways... Let's go :)

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"I'm too fed up with my tears and thoughts to notice that my vision was going a little blurry. I don't even know it when everything suddenly turns black and my head hits the cold, hard floor."

Harry Styles

I shoot up from my chair, which I've been sitting on for the past 4 hours just staring in front of me, numb. I could've sworn I saw his eyelid flinch just the slightest, but enough for me to go check up on him. 

No, for what felt like the millionth time these past 3 days, nothing. I really think that I start to imagine stuff. It was Tuesday, 8 o'clock at night. On Sunday I stayed here with Louis, in the hospital for the entire day, same for Monday. I just skipped school. 

Jay told me multiple times that I could go home and that she'd call me whenever there was any news. But I just couldn't leave Louis here and to be honest, I also kinda didn't want to be at home right now.

I stare at Louis' pale face. His eyes are peacefully shut and I hear his soft, slow breathing. I feel a tear prickle up in my right eye as I take his hand and strangle my fingers with his motionless hand. 

That's when I feel it, the most subtle little squeeze of Louis' fingers. My eyes light up, because this time I was sure I wasn't hallucinating. 

"Louis, baby? Can you hear me?", I ask insinuatingly. 

That's when I see his lips slowly part, no sound leaves them, but I take that as a yes. 

"Lord, hi. Louis, baby, I was terrified", my voice shakes out of relief and I let out about 3 more tears, as I squeeze into his hand again. 

And then slowly, very slowly I see Louis' right eye opening. He blinks a couple of times before he opens his other one as well. Then his lips form into a small smile back. 

"Hi", he whispers almost inaudible. 

I just look at him while sitting on his bed, smiling brightly. 

"Oops", I whisper back. 

That was the first thing that came to my mind, the first words we ever said to each other. I immediately start to doubt if that didn't sound stupid because Louis probably didn't remember. But then I see his lips form into a bigger smile and I just know that he remembered. 

 After a couple of minutes of silence and Louis finally starting to regain some real consciousness, the still very pale looking boy starts to talk, still intertwining his right hand with mine. 

"I'm sorry", he whispers. 

It still sounds like he has to put a lot of effort into talking. It also looks like it because a single tear leaves a stain on his perfect cheek. 

"No, no please, don't say that. Don't be sorry, love", I whisper in the same tone as him, just afraid that I was going to scare him by making too much noise. 

"You can't believe how relieved I am that you're up again. Those 3 days were the worst 3 days of my life, you know that?"

"3 days??", he asks.

"Yeah."

"Wow. That's longer than the last time", he answers with a look of disappointment in himself on his face. 

"I'm gonna get your parents, they'll be so relieved too. They're sitting in this coffee counter thingy", I answer while already getting up. 

"No, no Haz, please don't. Can you stay? Just for a while and then you can go get my parents?", he asks, eyes full of hope. 

Although I knew the, by far, smartest thing to do right now was to get his parents, I nod. 

He slowly pets his right hand on the right side of his bed in a 'come here'-manner. 

I obey and lay myself down next to him. He turns on his side so we're now lying face to face. Our noses could barely touch and I heard the sounds of his slow, soft breathing as I place my hand on his hip. It takes him a lot of effort to put his on my cheek. 

All I could do right now is pull him closer until my vision on his face got blurrier, but again I forced myself to keep on focusing on his angelic features. 

"You're so fucking beautiful", I whisper almost inaudible, into his mouth and then I kiss him. 

The feeling of his lips against mine will be something I'll always remember. I can taste the salt of a tear on his soft pink lip and I try to absorb it before he has to taste his own sadness. Our lips move against each other as though they were made for nothing other than that. 

The feeling of an ultimate high, mixed with the relief of not losing my boy is simply indescribable.  

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He's alive!

Question of the (mini) chapter: What's your favourite fanfiction you've ever read? Doesn't need to be One Direction related, though. 

Mine's probably Unbelievers or 17BLACK, I'd love to hear yours!

Xox Nora