Scales- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 9

Louis sat in the waiting room feeling miserable. He was sitting on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest. Niall was in Liam's lap. Liam was rubbing the puppy's back, and cooing, telling him things were going to be okay. But Louis couldn't be comforted the same way. He didn't think things were going to be okay. Harry looked bad. He was limp and freezing and soaked to the bone.

It was all Louis' fault. He was the reason that Harry had run away. He was the reason that Harry got sick. He should have just let him stay from the beginning.

"Louis Tomlinson?" A nurse walked out into the waiting room. Louis, Liam and Niall all stood up.

"I'm Louis...is he alive?" Louis asked, stepping forward. The nurse nodded.

"He's alive. He's sleeping. We got him back up to temperature but we think he may have pneumonia. So we'd like to keep him for a few days for monitoring. " She explained quietly.

"Can I see him?" Louis asked, frowning deeper at the mention of Harry being sick. It made sense. The only noise Harry made the whole way to the hospital had been a few week coughs.

"He's probably going to be sleeping for a while. It might be best if you go home and take a rest. " The nurse looked over the three "You all look exhausted."

"I'd like to see him." Louis said, a little more insistently this time. The nurse let out a soft sigh, nodding and glancing at her watch.

"Visiting hours are over in twenty two minutes. Go see him, then get some rest." She said, placing a comforting hand on Louis' shoulder.

Niall was the first in the room, whining and climbing into the bed with Harry. The snake hybrid was covered in blankets, his tail curled under him, the bars on the bed up to keep the massive tail from spilling over the sides.
"He's still cold!" Niall announced, looking to Louis with large, panicked eyes.

"He will be. It's okay. They got him up to a safe temperature. Now he just as he come up the rest of the way." Liam promised. He started to move the blankets, tucking Niall into the blanket so is body heat could keep him warmer. Niall was not surprisingly more than happy to be Harrys personal heater.

"What do I do now?" Louis asked Liam quietly. He had pulled up a chair to sit beside the bed. "DO you think hes gonna want to even stay with me after this? Do you think he's just gonna try to run away again?"

"I don't think so. I think his running away was a way to emphasize how much he was hurting. If you prove to him that you listened and that your sorry, I don't see why he wouldn't agree to stay with you."

"W-Were adopting him if he doesn't want to go back to Louis!!" Niall announced, hugging onto Harry like a koala. Liam rose an eyebrow. Clearly this had not been discussed with him. But he didn't object. Niall gave Louis an angry glare.

"You can't be mean to him anymore! He could have died." He said seriously, hugging Harry close.

"Don't you think I know that. Niall?!" Louis snapped back at the puppy hybrid. Niall huffed a bit and didn't look away from Louis.

"You-you think you're such a nice guy. I know you make comments about me being stupid. And annoying." He muttered. "And you think I'm too stupid to notice. You're not nice, Louis. You think you're this great guy-"
"Baby, maybe we should take a walk." Liam interrupted, Niall ignored him.

"You're not nice. You're judgey and mean sometimes. And you think its funny. It's not." Niall rested his cheek on Harrys chest. "You only agreed to foster a hybrid because you were lonely. It wasn't to help because as soon as Harry didn't fit your mold, you were ready to send him back."

Louis set his jaw and glared ahead at Niall, saying nothing. "The shelter is awful." Niall continued. Liam walked over, rubbing Nialls arm.

"But you would know all about that." Niall narrowed his eyes.

"Niall." Liam said in a warning tone.

"You lived in a shelter for 2 years after your dad found out you were gay. A human shelter but a shelter all the same." He sat up a bit. "You got attacked a couple times in there, right? So you know dangerous they can be."

Louis' throat got dry, feeling like a stone got dropped in his gut. "How did you...I never-" His eyes flicked over to Liam.

Liam frowned and looked down. "Niall, I told you to never bring that up." He muttered weakly. Niall shrugged, glaring at Louis once more before resting his cheek on Harrys chest.

Louis stood up. "I'm going home." He muttered, shaking his head.

"Louis." Liam objected.

"They'll call me when he wakes up." Louis said flatly, "Find another ride home." He huffed, glaring at Niall and Liam before turning and walking out the hospital.
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Harry peeled his eyes open. His head felt fifty pounds. He could hear a faint buzzing in his ears and his chest ached. He coughed, his chest rattling as he did so. Harry looked around, confused and disoriented. He felt freezing and his body hurt to move.

"You're awake." Harrys eyes snapped up as he heard a voice. His heart nearly stopped as a man in a white coat walked in. "How are you feeling?"

"Where-Where am I?!" He asked, feeling panic rise in his chest. That was a doctor. Why was he near a doctor? Was he tied down?! What was going on.

"Woah, calm down. Calm down." The doctor said as Harry started to lash his groggy body around. "Calm down before you hurt yourself! You're alright. Its okay."

"You're gonna disssssssect me! Help! Policccccce! Ssssomeone!" Harry ripped the iv out of his arm, throwing himself off the bed, hurrying off out the first door he saw.

"Security!" Harry heard the doctor call. Harry whimpered in panic. His head was dizzy and his body hurt but he knew he had to escape.

Harry screamed out as he felt to large men tackle his tail. "No! NO! Pleasssse!" He sobbed as he was pinned to the ground. It took three men, two holding Harrys tail and one on Harrys back.

"Calm down. Nurse, get me a sedative." The doctor said, kneeling beside Harry
.
"Don't cut me in half." Harry begged. "Pleasssssssssse, I wanna go hoooome!" Harry sobbed. He cried out as he felt a sharp needle in his arm. After just a couple minutes, the medicine began to affect him. His limbs got sluggish and heavy. And Harry felt like he could pass out.

The doctor patted his shoulder. "You are alright." He promised. His eyes flicked over to the security guards "Set him back in his bed. Handcuff him to the rail so he cant do this again. Nurse, throw a couple blankets in the dryer."

Harry whimpered as he was carried back into his room, shuddering and starting to tremble, coughing weakly.

The doctor glanced over at the nurse. "Who is his owner?" After digging through the paperwork, the nurse told him he belonged to the shelter.

"Alright, thank you nurse. Call the shelter. Tell them they can come pick him up"