Louis' POV
Harry had brought me out for dinner that night. We went to a nice, quiet restaurant in the middle of London. Everything was going fine. We were talking, eating and drinkig the night away, just enjoying each other's company. Next thing I knew, I heard screaming and shouting coming from the front of the restaurant. People started running to the back of the joint, past me and Harry shouting for help.
Harry got up to see what was going on, and I wish so much that I had pulled him back down to our table. Just as Harry stood up fully, 4 men wearing masks stormed into the room and open fired. Harry was the only one standing up at the time and got hit 3 times. I watched in horror as he was pushed back on the floor with the force of the bullets.
I couldnt hear anything. After about 20 seconds of shots being fired, the men ran out of the building. I was in a haze of what had just happened. I looked at the floor and saw Harry trying to breath and stay awake. I came back to the room and knew I needed to do something. I screamed at people for help, and to call an ambulance.
I knelt beside Harry's body, trying to keep him awake and putting pressure on his wounds. There was 2 in his chest, and 1 in his leg. His breaths were jagged and he started coughing up blood. You couldn't even call his shirt white anymore. It had been stained red with the amount of blood he was loosing.
I kept staring him straight in the eyes telling him to stay awake, and to keep breathing. Tears were streaming from both of our eyes.
"Lou" Harry spoke in barely a whisper. "I love you so much. You made my life so much better and I couldn't have asked for a better person to have fallen in love with. Don't forget me, Please. Know I always have, and always will love you." Harry said letting more tears spill from his eyes.
"Harry, don't talk like that! You're going to be fine! Listen. I can hear the sirens from the ambulances. You're gonna be just fine. Okay? Don't give up Harry. Please!" I beeged. Harry's eyes slowly started to close. I kept shouting his name and tried to keep him awake. He went unconscious the minute the paramedics arrived.
"I've got a pulse, but it's weak!" One of the medics shouted. I sighed in relief but I knew that there was still a long way before Harry would be 100% okay. I ran after the paramedics while they rushed Harry into the back of the ambulance. No one else seemed to be as seriously injured as Harry in the shooting. In the back of the ambulance, Harry was hooked up to all sorts of IV's and machines which basically kept him alive.
At the hospital, Harry was rushed into the ICU and I was made wait in the waiting room. While I was there, I thought back to what had just happened, and felt so lucky that it wasn't me in the ICU right now. I rang Liam and told him what had happened, and to tell Niall to get here as quick as they could. After about 20 minutes, Liam and Niall ran in the hospital doors and spotted me.
The minute I was in Liam's arms, I broke down. I was afraid that I was going to loose Harry, and was angry that no one was telling me anything about his condition. Liam led us to some chairs and we sat for what felt like an eternity until I heard Harry's name being called out.
"Harry lost alot of blood, and had to go under an emergency blood transfusion. Luckily the bullets didn't hit his spinal chord, so there is no worry of any chance of him being paralysed. Unfortunately, Harry punctured both his lungs and broke 4 ribs and his femur in his right leg." The doctor said in a serious tone. "He will have to spend a few nights in the hospital to make sure no further symptoms or infections occur. Condsider yourselves very lucky that Mr. Styles is still alive."
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. I was just so relieved. Harry is alive and is going to be okay.
"Can we see him?" Liam spoke up a few seconds after the doctor was finished speaking.
"Of course. He will most likely be asleep for the next few hours with the pain killers he was put on. Don't expect many words from him because he will be groggy and extreamly tired." The doctor told us. "He's in room 104, just down this corridor on the left."
We thanked the doctor and ran to Harry's room. The doctor was right, Harry was fast asleep when we arrived in his room. He looked so peaceful, like nothing had happened at all. Liam and Niall got comfy in the corner of the room on a couch, while I sat on a fold up chair beside Harry's bed. I must have dozed off because when I woke up I heard voices.
I looked up and saw Niall and Liam walking in the room holding bottles of water and some take-away bags.
"What time is it?" I asked Liam.
"You've been here about 4 hours. Its just gone 2 in the morning." Liam answered." Here. Eat this." He said throwing me a bag and a bottle of water. I didn't realise how hungry I was until I opened the bag and smelled the greasy food.
After eating, we all fell asleep. I woke up at around half 5 to the sound of moaning, like someone was in pain. I realised where I was and shot up to see Harry's face scrunched up in pain. I pressed the nurses button on the wall and then went back to Harry's side. It looked like he was still asleep, and I didn't want to wake him up to feel more pain. 2 minutes later a nurse came in and looked at Harry. She changed his IV and then gave him more pain killers.
After the nurse left, I couldn't fall back asleep and just waited for someone else to wake up. Liam woke up around 8, and decided to get some breakfast. I didn't want anything but told him to get something for Niall, knowing he would be starving. Niall woke up 10 minutes after Liam left and we just chatted and waited for Liam to come back.
I was still holding Harry's hand, looking at him every once in a while making sure he was alright. It seemed like years since Liam had left, and I could tell how hungry Niall was, he just didn't want to say anything. Liam strolled in with some crisps and biscuits, definition of healthy this band! I felt my hand go empty and jumped around to see Harry's eyes start to flutter open.
"Harry? Harry? Can you hear me?" Such a cliché thing to say, I know, but Oh well. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.
"Mmmmmm, Louis?" Harry said in a rough, groggy voice, just like the doctor told us he'd be like.
"Yeah Haz. It's me. You're in the hospital, okay? How're you feeling?" I spoke softly to him. By now Liam and Niall had rushed to my side and we were waiting for Harry's eyes to fully open.
"I feel sore and like I can barely breath. What happened? Did i have an asthma attack or something ?" Harry spoke in broken breaths, confused.
"No Haz. Remember we went out last night, for dinner?" I said and he nodded his head." Well the restaurant got robbed and you were shot in your leg and your chest. That's why you find it hard to breath." I said, trying to hold myself from crying. I rubbed my thumb over Harry's hand while he tried to take in what I had just told him.
Harry didn't say much the rest of the time he was in the hospital. He kept asking me if I was okay and asking when he could go home. It really changed him. It was an extreamly traumatic experience for me, so God only knows how Harry was feeling about it. We left the hospital 4 days after the shooting. Harry wasn't allowed walk for the next 3 weeks because of his ribs and his leg combined. The hospital gave us a wheelchair and I brought Harry home to our apartment.
The week Harry came home was difficult, to say the least. He was still very quiet, but I didn't want to push him into telling me something he didn't want to at that time. I knew he would come to me in his own time, and I was right. 3 days after Harry was home from the hospital, he broke down. I found him in our bed screaming in his sleep with tears running down his face. I woke him up and he held onto me for dear life. He let everything out, all the fear and anxiety he felt.
We stayed like that for hours just talking, telling each other how we were feeling. It made us stronger as a couple and it showed me how much I would've missed him if he had died. Harry recovered well from his injuries. After the 3 weeks, the hospital gave him crutches, which gave Harry a little more freedom around the apartment and when we went shopping.
It was nice to have the old Harry back, and after that night at the restaurant, it showed the both of us how much we appreciate each other, and really care for one another.
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Dramatic, I know. It just kind of popped into my head!
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~ Lou
