Alternative Parents *Larry Stylinson* -MPREG- (Completed) -Book 2-

Chapter 2

-Louis' Point of View-

I burst into the blue room, only to see a pale fragile boy laying underneath white sheets.

"Oh God Hazza." I ran to his side and took him in a hug without further conversation. I pulled away and looked at the sorry boy. He had an I.V in his hand. A clamp on his finger hooked up to a monitor. His curls messily swooshed across his forehead, eyes distant and not the normal green. Or light Blue. But a dull gray. "Are you alright?" He shook his head.

"It just got worse and I couldn't move and I should've called you but-" I shushed him and grabbed his head.

"Don't you dare blame yourself. Have they told you anything?" He shook his head.

"Can you call my mum?" I nodded and kissed his curls.

"Of course whatever you need babe." I whispered. I took out my phone and went to the other side of the room.

"Hello?"

"Louis! How are you?" Anne happily greeted.

"Anne, I'm gonna tell you something and I want you to stay calm okay."

"Louis.... What's wrong?"

"It's Harry... He's in the hospital. He's in a lot of pain. He wants you to come down. Anne please. He isn't well."

"Oh God. Harry is... I'm on my way." I could hear her voice breaking through the phone.

"Thank you. I'll text you the room and stuff." With that the call ended with a click.

"Loubear?" Harry's voice cracked. I turned to him. He was crying. "It hurts. It really-" He stopped and let out a cry in pain. I panicked. I ran out into the hall.

"Can I get some help?!" I shouted. A nurse came jogging. She went into the room and pulled on purple gloves.

"Louis." I grabbed his hand and he squeezed it. Hard.

"Alright Harry, were gonna give you some pain medication alright?" Harry winced. His forehead creased as sweat started to bead off it. "Harry breathe. Breathe deep." The nurse told him. He did. He breathed like a woman in labor, which made me smile a bit. Slowly his breathing went back to normal. "Did it drop?" She asked.

"Yeah." Harry croaked. His voice sounded so scared and broken.

"Alright. Well, we're gonna get you into an MRI." Harry shot me a terrified look.

"MRI? I just did a test though." Harry told her.

"We know. We just had a few complications in that test and we want to do another."

"But-"

"Hazza, just relax. You'll be alright." I level His sweaty forehead. His head went back against the pillow.

The next morning was terrible. Harry woke up again, practically screaming. It was just the most painful thing to watch. Now I know how Harry felt when I had attacks. But now I don't. I actually stopped taking medication. So now I'm relatively 'Normal.' But back to Harry, his mum came not to long ago. She and I were just anxious. Waiting for news on Harry's condition. Why he was in so much pain. But they said nothing. They took more of Harry's blood. Gave him X-rays. Nothing. It was like they were hiding anything they found out from us.

"Harry, your MRI testing is about to begin." The nurse told Harry. The did something with his bed as a male nurse came in and started to bring his bed out into the Hall. Anne was kind enough to let me go with him. She kissed his head, cooing on how everything would be alright. I followed him out. Holding his hand through the railing. We went into a room and Harry was moved to the machine, I was moved to a room with the doctors.