I'm in Love With A Criminal

~30~

Louis jolted awake, trying to breathe but something was stopping him. Everything felt unreal as everything around him spun out of control. His vision was nearly blurry. Something was holding him down and when he tried to look around wildly for the source, he saw what felt like an overwhelming amount of people surrounding him.

He couldn't understand anything he was seeing or hearing. It only sounded like a mix of a thousand, completely different scenarios put together at the same time.

"Louis, please stay with us."

"Lou-Lou, I missed you!"

"Get out of here. You're annoying me."

"Take care of him."

"It's ok, I'm a certified doctor."

"Deep breaths, Louis. You're okay."

Not to mention, all of the background conversations and endless beeping going off at a constant tempo.

Eventually, his eyes began to focus and he saw plenty of doctors running in and out of, what he guessed was his hospital room, his sisters, his mom, and Zayn, Liam, and Niall. Sadly, the only people that seemed to be worried were the boys, who were trying to get close to the bed to help. Except for Niall, who seemed to be yelling at Louis' mom as she sat still in her chair.

"There we go, Louis. Is that right?" A doctor called from above him.

Louis moved his glance from the scene to the doctor, staring at the middle aged man in fear and curiosity. Every doctor was scary in Louis' eyes, but this guy had such a negative vibe. It terrified Louis. He looked down and saw a name tag. Dr. Cowell.

The doctor, however, caught on to Louis' discomfort and patted his shoulder. "It's alright, kid. You're here, safe and sound," he said before walking out quietly.

"Louis..." he heard from the corner of the room.

Eyes chasing after the family sweet voice, he saw Lottie standing as if she would break down from so much happiness. She looked like she was thanking God for a miracle.

"What happened?" Louis finally asked as doctors and nurses began to leave the room.

"A gentleman found you last night in... a man's grip," his mom mumbled. "Harry Styles. I'm guessing he was your kidnapper?"

Every single memory from last night came back to Louis' mind, making him quickly sit up in the bed and look at the boys. "Harry. Where is he?"

"Who's that?" Phoebe asked innocently from her chair.

"Wh-Where is Harry?" He repeated in a more desperate tone.

He threw the blanket off of himself in a hurry to run out of the building. Zayn quickly rushed to his side and held onto his shoulders. "Lou, please lay down."

"Zayn, wh-where is he? Where i-is Ha-Harry?" Louis choked out as he grew closer to breaking down.

Zayn gently began pushing him back down into a laying position. "Everything's alri-"

"Where is he?! Please, I-I want to s-see him," Louis begged as tears threatened to fall.

Zayn grabbed the blanket and pulled it back over his body with one hand, the only gently squeezing his shoulder. "You'll see him soon."

"I need to s-see him n-now," Louis sniffed. "Where is he?"

He did not care or even acknowledge his mother that had been scoffing at this scene as left the room in anger, dragging the twins out with her, leaving Lottie and the boys alone with him.