Do you know what it's like, to love someone immensely? When your world is completely shattered, because of something you had no control of. Now Louis sits in the hospital room as he had for several weeks. Harry who not only was his best friend and his weakness but he was also his shoulder to cry on.
Harry had been there through the ups and downs, nearly all throughout his life. But now, Louis felt alone. Even with all the people in the room and the overwhelming love and admiration for him and mostly Harry, he still felt isolated from society.
"H-Harry..." Louis breaks down, seeing his body almost fade away into nothing. He felt responsible, completely for how he just let things become what they were. What if he and Harry never fought? What if they promised to talk more often instead of walking away? Why did he let Harry move back to his dad's when Louis could've been there for him?
"Harry... I love you so much, I wish I could trade places with you, I wish we never fought. I wish you knew how much I love you and how much I wanted you to stay with me during the summer you left to go to Desmond's I just ..." Louis swallowed, hoping to hide the tears that were beginning to escape. But he was coddled by Anne, and after that hiding, the tears felt pointless. He nuzzled his face into her shoulder and closed his eyes, which became wet from crying so much, but then again he hadn't even been crying that long.
Anne didn't say anything yet, but she knew Louis needed the comfort. The lad had been so strong up until now, and even the strongest of souls tend to break down. It's the ones who remain shielded and guard their heart against the pain that make the most stable warriors.
"He's... He's not going to be okay, is he?" Louis's voice broke the silence and somewhat contentment of the room. He was fiddling with his fingers, trying to occupy his feeble mind, at least for the time being.
"You know that he's holding on Lou, he's quite the fighter."
Anne placed a hand on Louis's shoulder and soon enveloped him in a hug. Tears cascaded down both of their faces, but neither of them said a thing.
"I-I know." His voice was barely even audible, yet he tried to speak. "I just miss his voice is all. The way he used to tell me good night, and how he made me tea when he knew I couldn't sleep due to the stormy weather.
Anne smiled, of course, Louis couldn't have been more honest. It seemed difficult to get the lad to go to bed, especially during the seasonal storms, which probably for him brought on some sort of gloom. Harry was laying there, comatose, as one would be after the near-fatal crash,which made Louis reminisce about both welcoming and almost repulsive thoughts. All of it coming back to him now, well, it seemed altered to what it was before.
"It's going to get better Louis, you know?" Anne spoke in almost a soothing tone. Not only authentic but moreover in a thoughtful perspective as well. She had been through it there was no doubt.
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Three weeks seemed to be so long, but that's where they were now settled. Harry remained in a coma, except for his breathing tubes in his nose nothing had really changed, and who was to blame? For everything that had occurred and all the emotional distress that everyone went through over the past few weeks. It was maddening, to say the least.
"I'm going to get some air." Louis lets out a discouraging sigh, he knew that in a matter of moments if he didn't act on how he felt everyone would see him fall apart.
Letting out a sob as he rounded the street corner to the café, well, it was both appeasing and yet a burden all at once. He needed to let the sorrowful disappointment out.
But anytime he tried, he felt like such a failure. Failing Harry, by not being the brave one, and seeing eye to eye with Nick Grimshaw, what was he thinking? All this time, all that ever mattered to him was seeing that Harry's needs were met even if it meant him hanging out with Grimmy on the weekend.
His eyes were to the ground, which seemed to be the most interesting thing for the time being. His thoughts prevailed in despair and he had remorse for how things were ending in his and Harry's story.
Maybe he was supposed to cope with the loss and deal with the pain, having put it off for so long, it was almost, well freeing to cry and to be less wrapped up in reality and more in tune with himself.
It was going on two months now and a few subtle things were giving Louis and the rest of the family little glimmers of hope. Harry had active brain movement, not like in the previous months when his brain was in a minimal activity state.
Louis was asleep on the hospital sofa when his mum came and lightly shook him. "L-Lou, honey, wake up." She had happy tears in her eyes and her voice was showing a bit of change, she seemed to be in good spirits.
Louis still felt as if he was in a horrible nightmare, that Harry was never going to respond to treatment, to any sort of life activity. It's a feeling he had for a while now.
But the sound of his mother's voice had given him a somewhat glimmer of hope, the smallest twinkling in the sky, that made his heart flutter only a little bit.
"Huh?" He mumbled from the cheap stale pillow his face was currently curled into.
"Boo, Harry is up." She says softly and holds onto his hand to make him hopefully more aware of the good news.
To say Louis was nervous to see Harry after the lad had just woken up from the coma was an exaggeration. He remembered the times he waited in the wee mornings and kept a cautious eye on the lad, picturing it as if he had just been sleeping this entire time.
A staggering thud against his own chest almost had him dizzy for a minute, but he found it a bit easier once he took a few deep breaths. Harry was okay. His heart's desire the reason for who he was today, was going to make it.
A mop of curls was all he could make out when proceeding over to the lad, a few tears were apparent in his eyes but he blink them away when Harry reached for him.
"Boo, how are you?" A raspy tone could be heard in Harry's voice, still feeling in a bit of a daze from being in a numbing state of mind
Louis couldn't speak he only enveloped his baby in a hug, and he whispered sweet I love you's and thank you to the gods or angels for sparing Harry's life, not all of it made sense to him but in all honesty, none of it needed to.
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Fanfiction"You promised we'll get better right? No more fights like before?" Louis's voice rang in Harry's ears like the tardy bell for when he was late to school. However, Louis wasn't there anymore and he was only thinking back to their last conversation. H...
