I'll deal with her later

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Summary: Harry and Taylor have an accidant on a snowmobile.

Louis' pov:

One week. One week is all we asked for. Me and Harry were supposed to spend our free week together in the mountains.

But what happened when managment found out? Took it as an opportunity to spread Hendall rumours.

And now I'm stuck all alone in a fucking hotel room, just waiting for them to finish whatever they're doing so I can at least be with Hazza in the wellness center. We aren't goint to talk about how I rented the whole place just for us.

Well everything I can do is entertain myself for few more hours. Nothing bad right? I'll just sit down, wacht some movies, maybe ring home. Yeah I can do it.

Just don't think about them Louis.

Third person's pov:

As Louis sat on the sofa, watching TV, his phone suddenly rang. He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw unknown number.

Thinking it was odd because before the boys left, Louis told everyone not to call and disturb them, that they could always be doing things simple phone call would ruin.

Not think about it much Louis swapt his thump up and listened.

"Hello, am I speaking to Louis Tomlinson?" the lady on the other end asked? "Yeah that's me." Louis answered, now really confused.

"I'm sorry to inform you but your boyfriend Harry Styles was involved in a snowmobile accident and is now being taken care of in nearby hospital." the lady kept talking something about Taylor but he didn't hear.

He felt his heart fall to his stomach but quickly stood up and ran out of door to the hospital.

He rushed into reception, his eyes wide, heart beating fast. "Harry Styles, Harry Styles my boyfriend was in a snowmobile crash." Louis quickly spitted out.

"That would be room 218, doctor should be there with him, just knock."

Louis hastily ran into lift, repeatedly pressing button 2. When he finally heard the 'ding' he took of for Harry's room.

He saw Taylor sitting there, with just wrapped arm, and his blood boiled.

"Louis thank god you're her-" she didn't get to finish before Louis lifted his hand, silently telling her to shut up.

He took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

Louis' pov: (im sorry for changing it, just dk how to write it)

The door opened and a doctor stepped aside. "I suppose you are Louis Tomlinson?" the doctor asked me.

I just nodded, not being able to take my eyes off of Harry. My baby, my baby angel lying lifelessly on bed. His skin is pale, paler than normal, his soft pink lips now dry and there are countless wires coming out of his body.

"Harry here is one lucky lad," the doctor started again. I moved to sit next to Harry's bed and took is hand. "he was sitting in the back and when the snowmobile slid on the ice, he didn't have anything to hold onto and fell off. Unfortunately his middle body hit a rock and now he has four broken ribs, broken arms and slight concussion. His ribs almost ripped open one lung but we were able to stop it. He should awake in less then 20 minutes."

The doc finished with me crying into Harry's arm. My poor baby, what was he thinking going on that thing. But he wasn't driving. I can't be mad at him.

"What about her." I asked, don't even realizing how harsh it must have sounded.

"Taylor was in the front so when the snowmobile took turns on ice she held onto handlebars and just waited for it to stop. She is perfectly fine except for her wrist. But it's only bruised nothing serious."

You've got to be kidding me! She has a little bruise while my Hazza is lying here unconcussion. If I didn't like her before than I don't know what now.

"I'll give you boys some privacy now." "Thank you" I quickly replied with before the doctor left the room.

"Haz, baby, I'm so sorry this happened" I sniffled. "Oh angel I don't know if you can hear me but I'm here, I'm here and you don't have to be scared." I whispered and felt a movement. 

I looked up only to see Harry stirring away, looking wide eyed around him. 

"Shh shh baby I'm right here, look at me." I whispered not to startle the panicked boy as he turned to me.

He softly smiled and whispered back little "Hi"

"Hi baby, do you remember what happened?"

Harry's pov:

I stirred awake and looked around me, all I could see were white walls and god my whole body ache.

"Shh shh baby I'm right here, look at me." I heard someone whisper next to me in an angelic voice. I turned to look who it was and saw Lou, my pretty Loubear with grin on his face and tear stained cheeks.

I smiled the best I could with my aching body and whispered a small "Hi" back.

"Hi baby, do you remember what happened?" I look at him wierdly and then remember Taylor turning the wrong way and falling off the snowmobile.

While memories float into my head I don't notice two strong arms holding me and hugging me and me crying into Louis' shoulder.

"I-I didn'-didn't want t-o go on th-that thing L-Lou I s-s-swear." I cry out and it's true, I would never go on it if I wouldn't be pressured into it.

"Shh I know, I know Hazzy. Don't work yourself up love, it's okay, I've got you." I slowly calm down with Louis' comforting words until he sits back down and holds my hand tightly.

"Now tell me, what happened?" I sniffled but started talking. 

"We were just going around for people to see us and stuff but then we came across a stand where they were lending snowmobiles and Taylor wanted to go. I told her that it's too dangerous and that I don't want to go with her but she said she would let us alone together tommorow if I went and so I went."

"That stupid manipulating bitch." Louis growled and went to stand up, probably to confront Taylor. I grabbed his wrist and made him look me in the eyes.

"Stay, please" I watched as his features softened and then he motioned me to scoot over on bed. He took off his shoes and laid next to me, carefully cuddling due to my ribs. (literally no one told him about them but bear with me)

"I love you, and I'm so happy nothing too bad happened to you, I'll deall with her later."

I chuckled and snuggled deeper into his arms. "I love you too."

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