Bruises

Chapter 12

Harry was worried. Louis had finally felt confident enough to go outside on his own to buy some food. That had been two hours ago. Harry had left him multiple voicemails and texted him about 30 times but there was no reply. Now, he was sitting on the sofa biting his nails, different scenarios running through his head. They usually involved a dead Louis in a hospital and him getting the life shattering call.

Suddenly his phone rang, startling him out if his thoughts. Harry picked up the phone. Unknown number. He answered it. "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Harry Styles?"

"Yes, how can I help?"

"Im so sorry sir but Louis Tomlinson has just been admitted to hospital and is about to undergo surgery. It appears he was attacked, you may want to come as soon as possible"

Oh my god. Louis! "Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can. Bye" his voice cracked on the last syllable. Louis was hurt. His Louis. Harry jumped up, grabbed his keys and ran out of the door.

He arrived at the hospital five minutes later even though it was meant to be a ten minute drive. He rushed to the front desk. "Louis Tomlinson." The receptionist looked at him. "I'm sorry sir but without-"

"LOUIS TOMLINSON" Harry yelled, banging his fist on the desk. The lady jumped in fright. "Please" Harry whispered. She looked doubtfully at him but clicked around a bit. "Room 543." He ran off without another word.

Harry stood in the doorway of room 543. There was no one there. The bed had been stripped and there was no medical equipment to be seen. Harry started shaking. "Um excuse me sir. Are you looking for Louis Tomlinson?" Harry's head whipped round. "Yeah. Where is he? Do you know where he is? Is he dead?"

"No, his condition had stabilised so the doctors moved him to a different room. Just follow me."

They arrived at Louis' room and Harry took a deep breath before pushing the door open. He gasped and covered his mouth with his hands. Louis was lying in the hospital bed. What was visible of his skin was a sickly white. The rest was covered in mottled bruises. His eyes were shut and he looked lifeless. The only sign of life was the steady beeping of the machine that monitored his heartbeat.

Harry rushed to the bed side. He grasped Louis' hand. It was cold and limp and didn't grasp back. A tear ran down Harry's face, followed by another and another. He bent his head and cried silently.

It had been two weeks and Harry hadn't left Louis' side. He was still unresponsive and he hadn't moved. But Harry hadn't let go of his hand. It had given him time to think though. Again, it had happened again. If Harry hadn't punched him it wouldn't have happened. This was his fault, all his fault. Why did he do that? Why did he let Louis go out? Why!?

Suddenly Louis stirred. Harry bolted up and gripped Louis' hand harder. "Louis! Louis babe. Can you hear me?"

"H-Harry" Louis' voice was barely a whisper. He turned his head and whined in pain. Harry stood up quickly. "No, Louis. Don't move. I'm here, I'm here it's ok." Louis' eyes were open and, god, Harry had missed them. His beautiful blue eyes.

He started crying and Louis tried to lift his arm, to brush the tears away but Harry stopped it. "No, love. Don't try to move. You are seriously injured, babe." Louis made a disgruntled noise. "Ok, imma get a nurse now so just- dont move." Louis threw him a withering look. "Yeah. Ok that was stupid just-" a nurse walked in. She saw Louis and immediately went to check his vitals and ask him how he was. Harry looked on and smiled.

The nurse finished her checks and smiled. "He looks good but we will have to keep him here for a fewore weeks just make sure he's ok." Louis groaned and Harry smiled again. "Thanks, nurse." She left and Harry sat back down next to Louis. He yawned and Louis looked over at him. "Sleep, Haz. You must be wrecked."

"No I'm fine, I-" he cut himself off with another yawn. Louis looked at him. "C'mere, love " he patted the bed next to him and Harry carefully climbed next to him. Louis kissed his forehead. "Best boyfriend ever." Harry smiled and shut his eyes.