Immobilized (AU) (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 20

Soon I finished my tea, and my brunch when it arrived, then I headed back to the hospital, no longer needing to search for Louis. I was in a much happier state than earlier, which I didn't even believe was possible. I was in such a blissful state, that in a matter of minutes, I had skipped my way all the way back to the place I have been for a few weeks.

If Meryl was surprised earlier, you could say the little old lady almost had a heart attack from the way I was acting now. I signed in and quickly walked back to my room, in preparation for my next therapy session.

I had about fifteen minutes until my session so I decided to get settled, by removing my jacket, and making my bed.

Once I completed my tasks, I had five minutes to get to my therapy session, which was more than enough time. I began walking down the hall to reach the therapy room, with but a care in the world.

"Hello again, Harry," My therapist said as soon as she heard me open then door. "Hi, Diana," I said awkwardly looking down. She was currently in mid yoga position, a position with was very disturbing, might I add. She once tried to get me to try it. I believe it was called the "Ear Pressure Pose", also know as Karnarmpitassana? Probably not the second one.

Finally, therapy began, after she continuously insisted on introducing this session in that same pose. I averted my eyes down at all times, because it was as if her bum was staring at me.

Finally, a dreaded session of back breaking yoga therapy was over, and I was free to go to my room, and straight to bed.

Once I made it back to my designated room, I quickly flopped into bed. I was so close to falling asleep, when my door was swung open.

I sleepily opened my eyes, and looked up at the silhouette panicking at the door.

"Oh my goodness, Harry! I'm extremely sorry! I really need to learn how to knock. I mean you could of been naked!" I instantly knew the person to be Bernadette.

"Don't," I was interrupted by my own yawn. "Don't worry, Det, I wasn't naked, so it's fine. I still wouldn't be mad, if I was naked."

Her cheeks stayed flush a bright rouge colour. "W-Well, I'm just here to tell you, one month of you being here is quickly approaching, and well, uh, you been recovering very quickly through therapy, and the doctors and nurses have took note of that. You see what I am trying to say is in two days you will be allowed to be released from the hospital."

I laid there, thinking over what Bernadette told me. Soon, my my brain registered the thought. "Wait, I can leave?", I asked in reassurance.

"In two days, yes. It would've been tomorrow, but tomorrow you will need to attend your absolute final therapy session, as well as, uh, sign a few release papers. When your family picks you up on Thursday, a guardian or parent will have to sign the remaining, uh, paperwork," Bernadette clarified, whilst scratching the back of her head, awkwardly.

I shot up. "That's amazing! Thank you,and tell everyone else on the team thank you from me as well, will you?" Bernadette blushed harder. "Yeah, okay. Sure, I will. Thank you for listening. Good night, Harry." She spoke as she closed the door behind her.

I smiled at the door, then laid back down, facing the ceiling. I thought of the extra time I would have for Louis, as well as my other friends. I had forgotten Charlie and Cat were still at the house. I've become a bit, preoccupied.

My eyes were becoming heavy once again, and wouldn't even open when I heard my phone vibrate on the night stand.

When my eyes opened again, It was already the next morning. I sat up and rubbing my eyes, attempting to remove all the fatigue remaining within them. When I opened my eyes, I could see a very obnoxious flashing blue light in the corner of my eyes. I turned to see my phone, remembering someone had texted me last night.

I picked up my cell and yawned widely, before unlocking it. I went to IMessages, and nearly yelled. I literally jumped out from my bed, and I was now anxiously standing at full attention.

There in bold letters had said Unknown Number, a number that texted "Yo, Mate. It's Louis. Is this my Hare?"

my hare.

My Hare.

MY HARE.

I nearly fainted right then and there.

I quickly sent a reply, confirming it was me, then laid back down, to chill out. I needed to calm down. Louis wasn't some celebrity or god. He was a mere regular human, such as my self.

After re-establishing that to myself, I jumped back up from bed, and went down to the cafeteria for breakfast.

After some more Lunch Lady sweet talking, I spotted Niall sitting alone again, and walked over happily.

I placed my tray down in front of him, which made his head shoot up. He smiled widely with his adorable crooked teeth. "Harry! Long time no see, mate!" I sat down while replying, "Yeah, mate. Really sorry about that. I've been fairly busy lately. You know, tomorrow I'm being released!" I saw his smile drop, but was quickly placed back on. "That's incredible! You'll keep in touch, yeah?" I chuckled. "'Course, lad! I would never drop Niall Horan!" He chuckled, sliding his phone over.

"Good, why don't you make it official?" I happily obliged, typing in my number, and setting my name with a sassy girl emoticon at the end.

I slid the phone back over to him, and began to devour my food.

After Breakfast, I said my farewells to Niall, then I headed over to my next therapy session. My therapist and I finished up some exercises, she gave me "homework" which were exercises to do at home, we exchanged a few last word, and I was off.

I had lunch, finished a lot of paperwork, and finished the day off with dinner.

As I was settling into bed, I finally heard a ding, signifying someone had texted me. I quickly grabbed my phone and went in to my messages.

I became disappointed when I saw it was just a group chat of Charlie and Cat, expressing their excitement of seeing me tomorrow.

I replied "Yeah, I am too," and sighed. I ran my hand through my hair, then went into my music app, and let Wonderwall by Oasis play quietly through my room. I closed my eyes, and hummed to the beat. I had almost fell asleep, when another ding went off from my phone. I tiredly reached for my room, that was now playing Stevie Wonder's Ebony and Ivory.

I went into my messages, expected the mute the group chat I was in, but to my surprise, the chat was silent, but Louis was not.

Hey there, Hare ;)

I swallowed, and typed back my reply.

Yo, Yo Louie.

God that was lame, but I couldn't take it back, because the message had been read, almost right away.

What a loser you are, Harold. XD

I scoffed, then chuckled.

Psh, me? A loser? I am the coolest pussy cat around. You're the loser.

You did not just say you're the coolest pussy cat around. Please tell me you didn't.

What? I didn't say anything..

Calm down, Hare. I was only joking with you. You are a very cool pussy. ;)

I choked on air, and had a coughing fit afterward. When I could breathe again, I quickly replied back to him, and placed my phone away, turning around in bed, breathless.

Pussy... Yeah, I think it's time to turn in for the night. G'night, Lewis.

Alright, g'night, pussy cat. XD

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Sorry that this chapter was rather lame. G'bye, lovely Larries.