Love Isn't That Spooky

Chapter 20

Harry's POV
It felt as though my heart had been shattered into pieces. Just as I thought Louis and I were getting somewhere, he pushed down all of my hope. He was only acting like he cared about me to keep our group together.

Tears pooled in my eyes and I wrung my wrists wondering what to do. Deciding to put on a brave face I wiped away the tears and puffed out my chest. I'm Harry Styles for fucks sake, and with that I snatched my bag out of the over head compartment and stomped out of the plane and into the airport.

As I strolled through the luggage claim area I gave myself time to think. I have come to terms with my emotions and I've decided that yes, I do love Louis and I have done for a very long time. Sighing I picked up my suitcase and painted on a smile before meeting up with the lads.

Louis POV
I felt kind of bad for being so rude to Harry so I sat down next to him on the coach and we sat in stony silence until we got to our motel. Because the class was small we all had a room each so I didn't have the pressure of sharing one with Harry. I know being mean to him was shallow of me but he destroyed my heart by flirting with that girl. Grunting I shoved my suitcase into my room and slammed the door.

We had all of today to get to know the place so the lads and I hit the beach. The golden sand stretched for miles and the aqua blue ocean rolled under the current of the tide. Even though I was walking on egg shells with Harry I had a great time today. Maybe all we needed was sand, sun and ocean to bring us back together.

For the next few days we did tours around the main cultural places in Madrid, filling out worksheets and taking notes of what the people were saying. To be honest I couldn't concentrate because I was too busy staring at how cute Harry was with his little pink tongue sticking out when he was concentrating, or the way he held his pencil and even how he flicked his hair every now and then.

If I thought the past few days worksheets had been hard I was in for a shock today, we had to speak fluent Spanish to the locals and get a recount of how life was back then and now and translate it back to English. By five in the afternoon Liam texted me to meet him at this bar a minutes walk from the motel, thankful for the distraction I grabbed my day bag that I took on the plane and decided to go.

When I opened the doors of the bar I was shocked, the whole group was there, sitting on thick purple couches, eating dried food in three different bowls. The lighting was dim and I weaved my way around the tables only stumbling once. Proud of my accomplishment I plonked down next to Niall and opposite Harry, dumping my bag on the ground. We made awkward eye contact and both looked down at the ground. "So how did it go then fellas." Niall said breaking the ice. "Jesus Christ, this one woman right..." Zayn said and told a long tale of how the language barrier was made to fuck him up. We talked well into the late evening and the live music soon kicked off and the all of the boys got up and danced except Harry and I. We sat making small talk and polite conversation until they came back. Letting out a breath of air I relaxed again.

"Can you pass me that bowl there." Harry said looking at me. "No" I wasn't going to simply because I didn't want to. "I can't believe you, you're so selfish." He stated, making heads at the tables around us turn. His face contorted with anger and tears welled up around his beautiful emerald eyes. "Harry what are you really getting upset about?" I asked, keeping my tone even and calm. "It's you Louis, you make forget about the billions of other guys in the world because you're the only one I want and you're too god damn blind and selfish to acknowledge that!" He yelled causing the band to stop playing their instruments and silence to fill the room. "I'm done." He said quietly before grabbing a handful of food and eating it. "Goodbye Louis." He said in an eerily strained voice.

He walked out of the back doors and I looked down at my hands miserably. I was selfish and I was stupi- wait! the food Harry had just eaten had nuts in it, Harry was allergic to nuts. Panicking I snatched up my day bag and pushing past the boys who tried to hold me back. My toms slapped anxiously on the linoleum the back doors smacked behind me as I feverishly pushed through them and ran around the corner.

I was too busy scanning the area for him that when I did spot him it was because I had almost stepped on him. There lay Harry struggling to breath, clutching his throat, and lying on the cracked concrete.

"Harry!" I screamed. I fell down on the floor next to him, my knees hit the concrete hard but I didn't focus on my pain, I cradled his face in my shaky hands. My tear drops splattered onto his cheeks "stay with me Harry, stay with me." I said while fiddling around in my day bag to get the epi pen out. The adrenaline coursed through my veins and I ripped a hole in Harry's jeans by his upper thigh through shear instinct. I still hadn't got the freaking bag open, I fiddled with the zip before screaming in frustration and ripping the fabric open. I snatched up the epipen and opened it from it's protective plastic case. Shakily I pulled off the blue cap at the top of the pen. It was now or never.

I glanced at the thin silver needle that glinted in the moonlight before I plunged it into Harrys pale flesh. I heard a reassuring click and I held the pen pressed flush against his leg for thirty seconds. I sat silently whispering prayers and nothings into the empty and cruel dark sky. After the adrenaline had drained out of the pen and into Harry's body I shakily pulled the needle out of his leg and massaged the area quickly before I got out my phone and called the ambulance with the number the teachers had made us  memorise incase of an emergency.

"Ambulancias, la policìa o los bomberos necesitan?" A female voice rang out. In the midst of the situation I began to panic, I had no idea what she just said! Frantically trying to order my scrambled thoughts I managed to strung a few words together, "an ambulance, quick my boyfriend is dying!" I screeched down the phone. "An ambulance is ready please just tell me the address and we'll be on our way." A person who spoke English said soothingly. "Uhh, I'm at a bar next to the motel Paraìso." I said looking at my surroundings. "The ambulance is on it's way, if you could please move to a visible area for the team to see you and keep an eye on the patient at all times. Thank you." And with that the tone clicked off.

I turned back to Harry and kneeled next to him taking his larger hand into mine. "Its going to be okay Harry don't worry." I said shakily. His eyelids fluttered and he tried to make a sound but his throat was too swollen. "It's okay, don't say anything the ambulance will be here soon." I said trying to sound calm but my voice was rising by the second. He slowly lifted up his hand up to face and pushed back a loose strand of my hair, he held his hand against my cheek and looked deeply into my eyes before he lost all consciousness.

His hand slid down my face and landed onto his chest. His eyes closed, oh god no this could not be happening. "Harry, Harry, Harry, Hazza? stay with me baby please I'm so sorry, please stay awake." I cried.

He needed to know, he had to know the truth about how I felt. I guessed it was better late then never. "Harry, please stay with me, I need you because dammit, I love you. I've loved you since the day we first met, I didn't think you'd ever like someone as worthless as me but you did, you picked me out of the crowd and showed me what life was, you showed me that it's okay not to be okay. You're the reason I get up every morning and when I look into your eyes I fall in love all over again and only you give me that feeling Harry! We have a flicker of life between birth and death and what we choose to do in that moment is up to us and I chose to love you so don't you dare go die on me Harry because I'd rather be dead next to you than alive without you!" I screamed, even though I knew he couldn't hear me I felt that he deserved every chance in the world to know how I felt about him.

I was just pouring my heart out to an unconscious boy who wouldn't hear anything.  Was the drug and a few words enough to save him? I shook his shoulders and screamed with emotional turmoil, Harry was dying and so was my heart.

By now the tears were running freely and I pressed his hand up against my cheek trying to give some of my life into him and that was when everything became a blur.

The paramedics came rushing up to us with a white gurney, before I knew it they snatched Harry away from me and carried him up to the ambulance. I stumbled after him along the grey pavement, screaming that I needed to go with him over and over but no one listened. The back doors were slammed shut and the ambulance screeched down the road towards the nearest hospital.

As soon as the ambulance rounded the corner I fell down onto the pavement in a small heap and cried until the tears ran dry. It was all my fault, if I hadn't been such an inconsiderate prick none of this would've happened. I let the sobs rack my body until I became numb, I didn't feel the three pairs of hand on my back that dragged me back to the motel, or the three boys who told me that it was going to be okay, but it wasn't okay because Harry wasn't here.

A/N: Is Harry dead or not??? Find out in the next chapter :)