Wake Me Up ~ Larry ✔

epilogue

"Harry!" a voice called me "what are you doing up?" a panicked Louis asked me.

"I just wanted to make pancakes" I answered "they're your favourites" I said while gently placing them in a plate.

"I could have made them" he answered, taking the plate from my shaking hands "Besides" he added "you are supposed to bed rest! Doctor' orders!"

"But I-" before I could even finish speaking, the world got suddenly blurred and I found myself on the floor.

"Harry?" I could hear a faint voice calling me.

"Harry, can you hear me?" this time it was a little louder.

I nodded, blinking rapidly, in an attempt to dissipate that fuzz still lingering in my head.

"Come on, let's get you up and back in bed." Louis said while his hands came to pick me up.

God, I can't even do a simple breakfast I thought while black thoughs filled my mind.

I'm so pathetic

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We were now on the bed, empty plates by our feet.

My stomach was full and as much as I hated to admit it, I was getting tired again.

"You should rest now" Louis said, while gently moving away from me.

"I don't want to!" I replied stubbornly, my arms crossing on my chest.

"why? " he asked, carefully observing me "and I know you are lying, You can barely keep your eyes open!"

"But I just woke up! I can't be tired just from a simple chore!" I complained, my eyes stinging with tears.

"oh , Harry! Please don't cry, It's fine!" Louis came to rescue me "plus the doctor said it's completely normal to feel this way! Remember it has been only a week and half since you woke up, be patient!"

"But it's not fair! You're doing all the things for me and I'm not able to do anything! I... I just wanted to help " I slowly trailed off before a first sob came out.

"Hey, no, no... Harry, come here" Louis said before opening his harms.

I dived in, seeking warm and comfort. That's all I wanted in that moment.

And before I could even notice, my cries died down and I was fast asleep.

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Dear Diary,

I know it's not my first time writing, but... it still fells weird.

Sara (the psychologist) suggested it to me.

I want to start writing more seriously cause in the first pages I wasn't entirely serious about this thing.

Who knows, maybe it really will help me.

I came home from the hospital three days ago.

I must admit being home feels somehow strange? Like, I don't know, maybe I'm expecting a doctor to suddenly pop out and ask for tests.

Here is really peaceful, there is silence.

Real silence, not the one you get in the hospital with people whispering near you thinking you are asleep.

I have trouble moving around, my body is still weak after all the time spent in bed.

Louis has been helping me a lot.

With everything actually.

Since I can't really be trusted to stay on my own.

I still have trouble accepting his help.

I read all the letters he wrote to me, and when I reached the last one... I just broke down.

He went through so much, I caused him so much pain.

Yet, he is still here with me, willing to help me.

God, I don't deserve him.

It's getting too depressing here, so I'll stop for today.

Harry

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Dear diary,

Every day, I'm slowly improving.

I can see it.

I can feel it in my bones.

I'm stronger, healthier and happier.

It has been a month already since my return.

Things are slowly coming back to normal.

Louis and I are happy together. Now that I'm going back to a healthier path, I think I can be the person Louis needs.

I want to be that person.

We deserve each other.

I deserve him (that's what Sara makes me say)

I'm ready to be his half. God, I love him so much.

I want to leave the past behind and move on, with a better version of myself.

Because... life goes on

A/N : hello! so.... here is the epilogue, I hope you'll like it.

if not.... well, I can always add more chapters.