Wide Awake (One Direction / Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

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Back at the hospital. The boys finally decided on Zayn staying back with me, though I don't know why. But I know they'll have good reasons.

I curl up on the chair I'm sitting in, and look at Zayn, who is lying down on the sofa, eyes closed. Louis is fast asleep, snoring.

"Zayn?" I murmur, wondering if he's asleep. But he replies, "Yeah?"

I shift a bit. "Do you think Lou will be okay?"

I know I sound like a child. But Zayn sits up and looks at me firmly.

"Haz," he says, "I know Louis will be okay."

I don't ask how he knows, because I'm pretty sure he'll say, "I don't know."

I lean my head on the wall, and look at Louis. His face is a picture of serenity and vulnerability. He looks completely fine. But he's not, is he?

I ignore the haunting voice in my head, and keep gazing at him. His face is like a strange reassurance to me. I barely feel my eyelids closing until they fall shut, and I slip into darkness.

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I wake up, confused. My neck is aching badly, and I'm stiff. I'm looking into darkness, but beyond the darkness, everything is white. White walls, bed, table...

Where...?

I hear a moan. Immediately I spring to my feet. Zayn is awakening aswell.

He looks at me through half-closed eyes, then gazes around. Another moan, and a grunt.

Is that... Louis?

I go to the bed anxiously.

His face is pale, but sweaty. Infact, he's covered in a sheen of sweat.

His lips part, and another groan escapes them.

"N..." Louis whispers. He twitches, and suddenly he shudders.

His eyes are screwed shut.

"Zayn," I say under my breath. He's already at my shoulder.

"What do we do?" I mutter, feeling panicky already.

I hear the door open, and then hear someone coming.

"Doctor," Zayn breathes. I frown. I'm not feeling too comfortable with aroud. The way he looked at me before... I don't want to know what he was thinking.

I hear shuffles, then I see Dr. Henry at the other side of the bed, looking at Louis, who suddenly gasps.

"I see," The doctor muses.

I feel really angry then. "You see WHAT? That he's having a nightmare? Can't you DO anything about that?"

Dr. Henry looks at me like how he did at Niall when he asked if Louis was staying the night. Now I know how Niall feels; stupid and irritated.

"We have treatment, but medicenes should be administerd before sleep. Right now it won't be that effective."

I bite my lip, and don't say anything. Slowly, I reach out and touch Louis's hand. He moans again, quieter then before.

"Still reacting under sleeping pills,"Dr. Hnery mutters. "Strange..."

And he looks at me again. I fight the urge to slap him upside the head, honestly.