Louis and his four boyfriends {a short story}

September 23

Bloody hell. Harry couldn't even move today. Like at all. I stayed with him the whole day.

We couldn't go to school. That fucking bastard shouldn't have gone to school either. He better not have.

Liam, no, that fucking dickhead, hurt Harry so bad, that he can't even move. Hope Haz did the same amount of damage to him.

My poor baby, both of his lips were busted split open. So many bruises. I called in a nearby hospital to send a doctor.

She was a nice young lady. She examined everything, and told us that there's nothing much to worry about. No broken bones or ribs or anything like that.

She said Harry couldn't move because of the pain. She wrote a prescription, and gave it to me. Told me to take good care of him.

The prescription should be only piece of paper right? Why did she hand me two papers then?

I still hadn't checked what it was, will do later.

I have come to the conclusion that I love Harry too much. I can't see him like this.

He has to get better, soon.