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Dark circles adorned the underneath of Harry's lifeless green eyes, fingers twitching from where they rested in his lap and lips chapped, wedged into a tight line. "We don't know if he's going to wake up or not. But we do know, if he doesn't show any improvement sometime soon, we're going to be forced to take him off of the machines." The doctor said, grey eyes holding Harry's with a sympathy he wasn't allowed to have.
The tall lad tensed and looked down at the pale boy lying on the bed, tubes down his throat, in his chest, his stomach. He closed his eyes and rubbed tensely at his temples, trying to will the headache pounding at the seams of his brain to go away, seemingly to no avail. His mother placed a careful hand on his shoulder and offered him a patient smile, turning her gaze away from her son when he slightly relaxed. "Okay, Dr. Harrison. Thank you." She murmured quietly, shaking the man's hand before she finally, finally, left the room and allowed Harry to sink to his knees, head resting on the edge of the bed near Louis' hand. "Please." He whispered hoarsley, cringing at the sound if his own voice and swallowing thickly. "Please, Lou, please." Desperation laced the edges of his tone and he looked up, bloodshot green eyes glistening with sad tears and pink lips, chapped, quivering.
His mother touched his shoulder and he looked up at her, pleading with her to make everything better, to make things okay, even though he knew she was just as mortal as he was.
He wanted it to be like when he was five, and he would scrape his knee, or his elbow, and his mum would be there to kiss it and make it okay, only like his mother could.
Or the first time someone broke up with him and his mum gave him chocolate ice cream and kissed his forehead despite him being sixteen, giving him bad relationship advice and making his heart feel less heavy.
He wanted it to be like one of those times where his mum could fix everything, with her powers, and her love, and her everything.
"Mummy." He whimpered quietly, tears spilling down his flushing cheeks and eyes pleading, begging, for her to do something, sniffling when she just petted at his matted curls and cooed at him.
Please.
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Whispers To The Night
Fanfictionau with harry and Lou where Lou doesn't know what happiness is and Harry is the overhappy baker who feeds him sugar cookies and gives him tea.
