Always In My Heart (Larry Smut/Short Story)

Part 2

It wasn't hard to find him. He hasn't changed one bit. His scruffy beard hung to his stomach and his filthy clothing was matted onto his body. It was hard to walk here with the amount of alcohol I have consumed but now that Im here and everything is becoming clearer... Ive never felt more sober. Walking over to the man and tapping on his shoulder making him turn around fully, his face was even more drained of life than before. "Harry? Is that you?" He slurred out to me. "Yea... I... I need something." I stuttered out and he raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he questioned.

I could only nod my head at him. "Alright kid. Meet me outback in five" and with that being said. I head outside, not even waiting.

LOUIS' POV.

"Thanks for tracking this number man, I could never be happier!" I praised zayn before hanging up. I've never drove the streets of london faster. I didn't know how to react when harry had called. I was just about to head to the bars and get completely plastered like I did every weekend since me and harry split. I never changed my number or moved away from the area in hopes that harry and I would make up... but it never happened. I've tried so hard to get the memories of him high out of my mind and I just couldn't. but now that I have no clue where he is or what is happening... I would forgive him in a heartbeat just so I know he's okay.

I pulled up outside that small nasty bar that Zayn had tracked the phone to and whipped the tears that had fallen down my face for the twentieth time today. It's been almost two hours since I've talked to Harry, I hope he's still here and safe. Running inside, straight to the bar I called the lady over and she smiled. "How may I help you?" pulling my phone out of my pocket I showed her my lock screen picture which was still harry. "Has this kid been here? Or is he still?" I yelled over the loudness and watched as she squinted her eyes to the phone. "Yea, he went out those back doors about two hours or so. haven't seen him since" she said and I didn't even bother to thank her as I rushed out the door she pointed to.

Walking outside I began to jog to my left shouting harry's name. I spotted a figure sprawled out a little down the alleyway with a bigger man towering over him. "HEY!" I shouted and picked my jogging up to a sprint. The man's head shot up to look at me and he took off running before I could get a better view of him. Even though I've never been religious, I couldn't even count the prays that rolled off my tongue as I got closer to the body laying on the floor. I couldn't think of anything else to do besides pray but as I got close enough, my prayers were unanswered and there lay Harry. His hair longer and covering his face, face more sculpted and beautifuler than ever. I instantly dropped to my knees and moved his hair away from his face not even worrying about the tears covering mine. "Harry, Harry can you hear me!" I cried out. Nothing. No.No.No. I pulled my phone out and called 911. "911 what's your emergency?" a calming voice spoke out. "My fri--end. Please, I think he's overdosed!" I screamed. "Sir calm down. Give me a location..." and with that I gave her what little information I knew.

Sitting in this hospital chair is so uncomfortable but I refuse to leave it. It's been five whole days. Five. Harry's on life support with feeding tubes and all. His body's so white and cold. The sound of these god awful machines are going to drive me insane and the only thing thats not kept me from ripping them out of the way is that there keeping the love of my life somewhat alive right now. I haven't left the his room. I probably stink from not showering or changing and I think I've heard the nurses trying to get the doctor to drug me up because I've not slept or ate at all really. A loud straight non stop beeping brings me from my thoughts and when I look away from the window and at Harry, his machine monitor is going crazy and I feel tears trying to leave my eyes but there isn't any. Before I know it Im being forced out of the room and the door is being locked.

My heart is aching from the pain as I wait outside of this door, I've only ever hurt this bad once and that was the night I left Harry. Turns out Harry's heart tried to fail him and quit again, but the doctor gave him and shot that is supposed to bring his heart back. He's had four of them so far and the doctor said he isn't aloud to give him another. They led me to a room of my own and let me shower plus gave me food. I didn't eat tho, and I never leave Harry's side.

It's day eight and the doctor said everything is looking okay so he doesn't know why Harry hasn't woke up yet. I hold his hand and read to him while he lies peacefully, the only sound is the machine pumping life into my beautiful boy. "Harry... I don't know if you can hear me but I love you and I'm here. I haven't left and I won't, Baby, I need you back. I shouldn't of left that night... I was stupid but so hurt that I didn't know what to do. I never came back because I... I thought you may of hated me. Never be able to love me again but after this.... Im gonna be shoved so far up your ass you won't be able to get rid of me! Why would you do this to me babe?!!? God I love you so much and just need you hear...Please harry... please just wake up! I love you so much!!" I cry out and place my head on the bed. Threw my tears I hear that familiar beeping that I heard three days ago and I begin to cry harder not ready for the pain that lies ahead but as I look up Harry's eyes are wide and looking straight at me. His hands that are tied to the bed began to pull and reach for his feeding tube and I shout for a nurse.

His one hand never leaves mine but his other latches ahold of his catheter just as the nurse enters and smacks his hand away. I send her a small glare at the fact that she hit my Harry. Mine. I know we've been threw so so much but I'm willing to fix this, and I know he is to and we will. He was my soulmate, Like I said he is Always In My Heart.