Blind Love; Larry Stylinson

Chapter 10

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Louis' POV 

"Umm sir." I woke up in Harry's strong arms and smiled to myself. A lady tapped on my shoulder. "Your really not supposed to be in the hospital bed. I let it slide the past two nights, but I could get in trouble." I turned over to see a young girl's brown eyes, circled in eyeliner, staring down at me with a smile of apology. "I need to give him his meds. So if you would, please have a seat in the chair." 

I chuckled, "Yeah, sorry. Let me get out of your way." I slowly slip my arm out from under Harry and try to slide out of the bed unnoticed, only to get pulled back into his chest by his arms that were still wrapped around me. In the process of him doing this, I accidentally elbowed his broken rib and he cried out in pain.

I jumped out of the bed and grabbed his hand, while stroking his head. "I'm so sorry Haz. I wasn't expecting you to do that. Are you alright?" I was panicking with fright, hoping he was okay. He opened his big, bright eyes. And nodded painfully. I cringed with sympathy. 

The nurse took my place and sat him up in the hospital bed carefully. Once he was upright she handed him a few small pills and a paper cup of water. Then smiled and left the room. He threw the pills in his mouth, and drank  the water. When he was finished he threw the cup into the garbage can across the room with his weak arm, making a hole in one anyway.

He turned to me and smiled, inviting me in for an Eskimo kiss. I smiled and leaned back into my chair after a few seconds of nose rubbing. We tied our fingers together and I layed on his arm. As I was dozing I twitter popped into my mind. I cant even imagine how hectic it must be right now. 

I got my phone out with my free hand and tapped my twitter app then the '@Connect' tab. It was practically blowing up with: "Is he okay?" and "Are you two friends?" tweets. I smiled and giggled to myself. 

"What?" Hazza asked as our eyes met. It took me a moment to answer as I got tangled in the moss of his light spring green eyes.

"Twitter is going mad! Bloody hell Hazza, you have over a billion tweets to you just yesterday!" he smiles.

"I must be loved." he did that cute half smile to show off his irresistible dimple.

"I love you." I couldn't resist saying it. And I was very pleased to hear his answer.

"I love you too, BooBear." he squeezed my hand and his grin stretched into a big smile.

"Half of these tweet are about 'Larry Stylinson'" I wink at the curly haired boy. 

"We should tweet a pic!" he got real excited all of a sudden, "I haven't started a trend in forever!" He began to freak out and beg for my phone. I hand it to him willingly. I know I look a mess but I smile for the picture anyway, leaning in so we could both be seen on the blackberry screen. 

Once the picture was taken he took the phone back and quickly tapped the touch screen, typing a caption for the pic on my twitter. When he finished he handed me my phone. The tweet was showing.

"#LarryStylinsonIsbackForGood I won't ever let him leave. @Harry_Styles x" He tagged himself in my tweet. He's so cute. And wow I do look a mess! "Why haven't you said anything about my hair!?" I asked.

"Babe, you look beautiful exactly the way you are right now." he cupped my cheek letting my hand go. I smiled at him calling me "Babe". 

"Thanks but no. Do you see my hair? I need a shower! I haven't left the hospital since I got here two days ago. And to be honest, I don't want to leave you, so I won't be taking one until you are out of the hospital." I would have kept going but the hand that was cupping my cheek was now wrapped over my lips, not allowing me to speak. I grinned.