save my heart (larry stylinson)

Chapter 4: Helpless

CHAPTER 4:

"Please tell me this is a just a joke, Louis just wants to trick us right?" Harry heard Liam chatter away with the doctor in the distance. Sniffling, Harry wiped his nose with his sleeve.

Some people were hanging around the waiting room. All with different expressions, some were worried and confused, others were teary eyed and hopeful.

"Hey" a small voice said, as they scooted out a plastic white chair. Settling on the hard chair, the Irish lad attempted a conversation.

Harry just continued his current state, staring at his white converse. Emerald irises were to dangerously close to spilling over with tears.

"I would ask if you're alright, but I know that you're not" Niall sighed. Patting Harry's hunched over back. "if it helps, it's really affecting all of us, I know you guys had a better relationship than the rest of us"

As Harry released a lone tear from his green ,though now they were a stormy grey, eyes a doctor walked through the swinging white doors.

"Styles, Horan, he's woken up"

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As the two walked to the plain white door, their hands held together in a platonic way, they held their breaths. All of the worse case scenarios running through their minds simultaneously.

Niall, with a sudden feeling of courage he lightly as a feather placed his hand on the cold knob. Wrapping his fingers around it as he let out a shaky breath, and pressed down on the cool metal material, and walked in.

The room was the same, Harry's eye darted just about everywhere before landing on the unhealthy pale boy on the hospital bed, in the center of the sterilized room.

"Can I help you?" Louis asked, confused tilting his head to the side in a cute 5 year old way. Harry swallowed a lump that was rising in his throat. "Do you guys work here?"

Harry's eyes filled with the previous tears. As the truth settled in his body, it didn't register with his brain.

"No, we're your friends" Niall examined the boy in front of his ocean blue eyes, pools of tears no where in sight.

"Uh- sorry? But I think you have the wrong the room" Louis replied, very confused by the situation before him.

"No, we have the right room, Louis" Niall pressed. Sitting on the side of Louis' bed, after his slow walking around.

"How do you know my name" Louis backed up slowly siting up against the back of the uncomfortable bed.

"Because, as I said before, we are your friends Louis" Niall was eerily calm about this heart breaking sight.

"No, I don't know you"

"Yes you do"

"I've never seen you in my life!" Louis exclaimed, almost yelling at the unfamiliar boy in front of him with the piercing blue eyes, icy and cold.

They seemed to have forgotten about the other boy in the room.

Harry sat at the door in a daze,intently watching what was happening in front of his stormy eyes. He slid his back down the door as his body starting shaking uncontrollably sobs wracking through his fragile body. Eyes overflowing with tears, sliding down his face in quick cascades.

"YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER US!" Niall had snapped, and unlike Harry, he became frustrated not depressed.

"I-I'm s-sorry" Louis whimpered, scared of the stranger in front of him.