They Don't Know About Us (A Larry Stylinson Fan-fiction)

Chapter 9

"Louis, please stay strong!" Liam pleads from my hospital bed, soon to be death bed.

"I love you all..tell them all that, Liam. I wrote you all a letter. They are on the table. I love you. And tell Harry I'm sorry I couldn't say goodbye." I say. Suddenly, I see a bright light. I look up and see a beautiful, shiny hand waiting for me to grab it. I grab the hand and I get pulled up by a beautiful angel. I'm in Heaven.

"I know you were in a lot of pain, and now it's over." A beautiful angel tells me.

"No, I can't be dead! Please let me go back!" I yell, trying to plead the angel.

Harry POV:

"No, I can't be dead! Please let me go back!" Louis yells from the other side of the bed. I look over at him, and he is no longer in my arms, as he is on the very edge of the bed looking rather wet. Oh gosh, that's sweat. He must be dreaming about dying? My poor baby, he must be scared about what the doctor said.

"Louis!" I shake him, trying to save him from the awful dream.

His eyes shoot open and the second he sees me, he wraps his arms around my neck and starts sobbing.

"Hey shh, Lou. Everything is okay now. I'm here. You have nothing to worry about. I love you." I say, trying to soothe him a bit.

He pulls away and my shirt is soaked. I'm not sure if it's from the sweat or the tears but it doesn't bother me.

"I'm sorry Harry. I'm so much to handle." He apologizes, wiping his wet eyes and nose.

"Yes you are a lot to handle, but it doesn't bother me. You're perfect. What were you dreaming about, babe?"

"Um, I died." He answers quickly.

"Are you scared that's going to happen? I understand you being scared, but remember what the nurse said? Get lots of rest, then you should be better and healthy within about a week." I try to persuade him.

"Yeah I know. It's just the possibility of that happening, scares me. Sorry, I know I'm an idiot." Louis apologizes once again.

"You're not an idiot, and stop apologizing." I tell him making intense eye contact with his bright blue eyes. They were wide, and almost crazed looking. Nonetheless, he still looked insanely amazing.

I leaned in and met our lips until Louis eagerly started moving them against mine. Our lips moved in sync for awhile until Louis opened his mouth a bit, practically giving me dominance.

Riiing, riiing.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Louis gets up to answer the phone on the nightstand.

A familiar voice talks on the other line.

"Yes we're fine. Bad dream is all."

The voice talks again, but I can't make out what they're saying.

"Okay thanks, Zayn. Bye." Louis hangs up and slides into bed again. "He heard me yelling wanting to see if we were okay."

"Oh, okay."

He cuddles into me, his head crooked in my neck. I put my arm around his waist and pull him closer, if that was even possible.

"Hey babe, where were we?" I practically purr.

Louis looks up at me with a mischievous grin. He quickly attaches his lips with mine.