Wide Awake (One Direction / Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 15

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Louis Pov.

I wake up with a jolt. The door had opened.

There wasn't a proper nightmare this time. Just something... lurking. Hopefully, it'll stay as just a something, and leave me in peace. But hoping never really worked before.

I shift around, attempting to sit up, when someoe else's fingers tap my forehead.

I blink and sink back into the many pillows behind me.

"The doctor has just given orders for you to stay in bed until he comes," a voice says mockingly. I blink again, clearing my vision. Harry smiles at me.

I take a second to reorient myself. "Why?"

He shrugs. His fingers dance over his phone playfully. "'M not sure."

I scoff. "Well, that's stupid." I pull myself into a sitting position, and am about to swing myself out of bed when Harry takes my legs and drops them back on the bed. I try again but the same thing happens.

"Oh, come on, Haz," I say. "Like lying down will do ANYTHING."

"It might," Harry says earnestly. He gives me a serious look.

"Harry. Bringing some feeling back into my legs, WILL NOT hurt me. I thought I was suffering from bad dreams, not back problems," I say firmly, and try again.

But this time, he leans in very, very close, yet again. I flinch at the memory of Harry yelling in my face.

Harry laughs softly. "Get back on the bed, boo."

I climb back into the sheets, and cuddle down in them, increasing the distance between us.

"You know I'd never, ever hurt you, Louis," Harry states.

"I could've said the exact same thing," I say in a small voice, "About three months ago."

There's a few moments of silence after that.

"That's different," he says gently.

"Yeah, well - "

Harry wraps his arms around me patiently. "Oh, stop talking, Louis."

I huff. "W - "

"Uh, uh uh uh uh uh," Harry interrupts, going from loud, to soft. "You know, I think I like you better asleep."

"I don't," I say automatically.

Harry winces. I facepalm mentally for once again reminding him of the nightmares.

Before I can apologize, the door opens. Dr. Henry walks inside.

"The boys have already told me why you hid your disorder." Dr. Henry looks at me knowingly. I wish he didn't know. "So. Are you going to accept this treatment, or are you going to back off again?"

I can feel the tension in Harry's arms. I sigh.

"Do I really have a choice?" I mumble knowingly, glancing up at Harry.

"No, you don't," Harry murmurs in response. I smile breifly before turning back up to the good ol' doctor (that was sarcasm, by the way). "Now say, 'I'm taking the treatment."

"I'm taking the treatment," I reply to Dr. Henry

"And I will be completely honest about my condition," Harry whispers to me, instructingly.