Taking it slowly - Lirry Stayne -

Chapter 3

"But you were the one who called me a bastard! I didn't do anything before that!" Louis yelled in the middle of the heated fight  between Niall and him.

Louis looked at Niall dead in the eye. He was closer than anytime before and he knew that Zayn was going to interfere soon. Louis never knew why they argued so much, he never ever thought that he could yell as loud as he did with Niall. Louis normally would shout at someone because of some stupid things, but with Niall he would get worked up so fast. It wasn't because of important things like his family or friends, he thought that it might be sexual tension, but when he told Harry about it, Harry began to laugh at me and suggested  to wait and see if maybe it was a bit more.

"You deadbeat, I wasn't the one who started the fight. You were the one!" the words sunk in in Louis.

He couldn't belive it, but Niall was right. "You are right." Tears  formed in the turquoise eyes.

"You fo-" Louis looked at Niall's confused expression. "What did you just say?"

"Lou-"

Louis wasn't able to hear the rest because he was already out of the door.

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Harry was awoken by shut slamming door. He hadn't got a clue what it was or maybe what was going on, but he was too weak to care at the moment. His body was involved with a massive headache and it seemed to go on, though there was that certain brown eyed boy in his mind that he couldn't let go off and even if he tried and tried to go back to sleep, his thought always interrupted it and he began to worry, all those questions.  Where was he? Was he okay? Did he survive? Would he seem him again? Why wasn't he there with them? And, where was Paul?  Those questions were there, but they were unanswered and he didn't know if it should make him sad that he wasn't there of if he should be reliefed that he knew that most of his band mates were okay.

"Mr Malik?"

"Yes?"

"Can we talk about your friend, Mr Payne?"

Harry's eyes opened immediately, yet he was blinded for some seconds before he could speak like a normal person again.

"Where is he?" Harry asked, though his hands flew instantly to the side of his hand because every simple move made the headache worse and it hadn't been for Liam, he would gladly have stayed in bed.

"Mr Styles, I beg of you, please lay down again." the doctor looked at him, but Harry stood up slowly.

"Mr Doctor, I beg of you, please tell me about my boyfriend." the moment those words slipped out of his mouth Harry regreted it, but he would tell the boys that it was because of the medicine he was receiving, it was the only way.

"Boyfriend?" Niall raised his brow. 

"Medicine."

"However, Mr Styles, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't mock me." the doctor said earning an I-roll-my-eyes-to-show-you-how-annoying-you-are roll.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me about my b-, my friend." Harry mocked again and it was annoying him to death.

"Tell him, he won't stop." Zayn interrupted the heated conversation.

"Fine," the doctor sighed in defeat and Harry smirked sitting down. " Mr Payne isn't stable yet. He has inner injuries and he has some, three, broken ribs."

It was Harry's turn to be defeated. He hadn't expected Liam to be in so much pain, but the worst was that Harry felt reliefed. The boy didn't know why, but he felt that way, but he was in more  sadness anyway to notice the mix of emotions.

"And..."

"There's more?"Niall asked looking through his teary eyes.

"Mr Payne is in coma." the doctor said. "He has multiple traumas, so it's unsure if he'll remember the accident or the moments before, we're insecure as if he will remember things like girlfriend, people, family. He could even forget about years, but it's more usual if he forgets a few weeks, maybe two or three weeks."

Harry had to take a few steps back and sit down, so he could proceed what he had just heard. If it was the worst case, Liam would forget about them being together, the sleepless nights cuddling, the secret make out sessions when no one was around through rehearsal, the up all nights when Liam and him had sneaked out and went on midnight dates together, their first blow job, their first time and so many dumb make out sessions. If Liam died, it would be a so dumb way to die. He had deserved more than this things.

 "Harry, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry Zayn...just...shocked. That's all."

"Hey, he's going to be okay, he's Liam, he will get through."

"I hope so."