P.s i still love you

Ch. 29

"Harry, is that you?" I ask, "am i dead?"

"No, babe, you're not. Thank goodness you aren't either." He replied.

"Is this a dream? Am i like hallucinating, because this cant be right..." I say more to myself than to anyone else. I pinch my arm multiple times only to realize that, no, I am not dreaming.

"Im right here, and i dont think im ready to leave anytime soon." He continues, "But Louis why would you do this?"

I noticed he was training his eyes to stay away from me, and in any other circumstance i would say it worried me, but honestly, i know how much he hates blood.

"Lets get you cleaned up." He said taking my hand.

He looked down at me and you could see the realization of this mistake not only from his eyes, but from the way his face drained color the same way my body is draining its blood at this given moment.

He turns away quickly but doesn't let go of my hand.

When we get to my bathroom he picks me up and puts me on the counter, before scurrying around in what im guessing was a search for something to clean me up with.

"There's some wound disinfectant under the sink and some rags in that cabinet." I say quietly as i begun to feel my body losing its energy.

"Babe, stay awake for me, please stay awake for me." He told me as he dug through his backpack for something.

"Im a-a-wakee." I slur, giggling.

"Dont fall asleep right now. Just keep your focus on me." He said, walking over to the counter with his tools.

He's so cute. Aw. He is trying to fix me up up.

"I dunnooooo," i say dragging the 'o', "im pretty dang tired."

I start laughing again and i notice he begins to look worried.

"This is going to sting." He says pushing the wet rag onto my biggest wound, which was on my forehead.

"Tsssssss." I say trying to make a sound effect.

After he finishes cleaning all my cuts, he pulls out what looks like a thin metal string.

"Okay, dont move, no matter how bad this hurts. Im going to stitch up the bad ones."

I didnt feel it though. I guess it could've been the numbness or how tired i was getting.

"I want to go night night." I mumble so quietly that I was surprised he even heard it.

"Yes, i know, and you can. Just wait until i bring you to your bed. You dont look like you've lost too much blood, and the stitches should stop the bleeding." He says putting one arm under his thigh, and the other under my back so that he could carry me bridal style.

"Sorry, sorry." He sAys as he hits my head on the doorway.

"You're being a verrrrrry bad boy, Harold."

He didnt say anything, instead just carries me into my room and sets me down on my bed. Then he tucks me in and tells me to go to sleep.

As he's about to leave, i manage to get out what i meant to ask him as we entered the room, "can you sleep in here with me?"

He smiles and nods before making his way back to me, "i thought you'd never ask."

I remember falling asleep to the touch of his lips against my forehead, and his quiet humming of my new favorite song called Not About Angels by Birdy.