Don't Forget Me (Larry AU)

Trampoline

I had never liked the hospital. I didn't like the cold, tiled floor, or the old lights that sometimes flickered. I hated the nurses and the doctors, who walked around like nothing was wrong. I hated the cafeteria and their disgusting food. I hated the gift shops, that about a billion things I could get somewhere else for probably half the price.

But most of all I hated the waiting rooms.

I hated seeing people in tears because of unsaved loved ones. I hated the look on people's faces as they waited for the good news that, let's face it, probably wasn't going to come.

I had always hated hospitals. From the time when I was four when I broke both of my legs at the same time when I fell out the second story window at my grandmum's house. When I was seven and my first little sister was born. When I was ten and had to get surgery on my finger after getting it caught in the wheel of a gold cart. When I was fifteen and Niall broke his arm falling down the school stairs. When I was sixteen and Harry got into a minor car crash. I hated them.

Whenever I entered one, I felt strange, like I wasn't supposed to be there.

I had never been in the private ward before. It was mostly kept for the cancer patients, or for people who were so immensely damaged, the doctors didn't want anyone else to walk by and accidently get a glimpse in the window.

The private ward seemed to have brighter lights and fewer people. It was deathly quiet as I slowly walked through the hallway, my mum by my side and Niall trailing slowly behind us. We had to wear these special wrist bands, saying that we were allowed to be in there, and the snappy lady who had put it on me, put it on much too tight.

I started to nervously pull on the wrist band. I was going to see Harry.

He doesn't want to see you.

After two longs years, I was going to see Harry. Older Harry. Not my precious young Harry.

We passed by rooms, the numbers edging closer and closer to room 428.

"Mum, what if he doesn't want to see me?" I asked, my voice shaking.

My mum stopped and grabbed my hands, pulling my close to her. "Louis. I know he wants to see you. I know he does. It's just...he's going to be so confused."

Niall tried to help the situation by scooting his way inbetween my mum and my arms. "Besides, Harry was so positive and optimistic about everything, I doubt he's any different." Niall smiled at me.

"I just..." I couldn't find the words to say. I gulped and choked out, "I don't want him to freak out."

I didn't understand how I was handling everything so well. I spent two years sulking over Harry, I threw away two years of my life. My mum just dumped everything on me.

Numb. My body was numb. I couldn't think straight. My mind was racing with wild thoughts, but my emotions hadn't made their way completely out since we left my hospital room. My head wouldn't wrap around the thought of seeing Harry.

My mum didn't respond, she just stroked my hair and smiled sadly at me.

I sighed and leaned into her motherly touch. "I have a feeling that...that he won't welcome me back into his life with open arms. I don't think he's going to be so accepting."

"We'll just have to see."

"But when I see him, I don't know what I'm gonig to do, and I don't want to freak him out."

My mum bit her lip, then pressed a firm kiss to my forehead. She grabbed my left hand, Niall's right hand, and she pulled us along behind her.

Fuck you, Louis.