Can't Let Him Go||L.S.

The Call

Liam and Niall stand in the doorway of the sleeping boy's bedroom, Liam nervously biting on his finger while Niall just stands there, watching the boy's chest lift up and down with light breaths coming from Harry's mouth. Niall watched, trying to find at least a pinch of comfort that Harry was still breathing. He can't make himself believe the scene they have seen about an hour prior could have happened to the now peaceful boy laying in the bed in front of them. Both Niall and Liam walked with Harry to his bedroom, having Zayn and Shawn stay in the living room while they help a groggy Harry clean and bandage up his hand, helping him change and walking him to bed to which he cuddled into the blankets and comforting smell of Louis that lingered due to the cologne. Even after the boy fell asleep, they couldn't get themselves to pull away from his room, searching for the comfort that their mate will be okay. And he is okay, physically anyways. 

Once they were finally able to snap Harry out of the haze he was in, he sobbed, curling up on the grass right next to his late husband's grave. He sobbed and sobbed, the other four boys kneeling on the ground, silently crying at both the loss of their close friend and their youngest mate's condition now. After an hour of being at Louis' grave, the boys decided that they should say goodbye and go home, to which all but Harry agreed. Harry didn't want to leave, all he wanted was to lay in that spot until he passed, until it was his turn to get put in the grave next to his husband. Obviously, his best mates weren't going to let that happen so he just sluggishly got off the ground, climbing into Liam's car. The whole ride, all he could think of was the stickiness on his hand from the dried blood.

Eventually, though, Shawn and Zayn come down the hall, looking at the boy peacefully sleeping before pulling the other two from the door, Zayn softly closing the door. 

Harry was in fact sleeping, though it wasn't peaceful for him, not even close. 

"I'll be home soon, I love you, Darling." Louis' voice spoke through the speaker, making me smile and swoon over my husband. 

"Okay, be safe. I love you Boo." I say, smiling as I hear him coo from the other side of the phone, hanging up the phone soon after. I get up off the couch and head back into the kitchen to finish up the dinner I have started. Soon enough, Dinner is done and ready to be served as soon as Louis gets home. I lay on the couch, watching a random show on the tv, anxiously waiting for Louis to arrive since he would've been home 10 minutes ago, though I give him time, having gotten off the phone with him half an hour ago. 'Maybe he's stuck in traffic.' I blow it off, sending a text his way to see if ill get an answer, hoping he won't answer if he's driving though, the call being as he was leaving his job

5 minutes later I get a call, the Call. It said it is from an emergency number so I of course picked up fast. "Hello?" I shakily say. 

"Hi, is this Harry Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson's Husband?" The Lady over the phone asks gently, my heart dropping, knowing something happened to Louis. 

"Y-yes... This is him, is my husband okay? Where is he?" I ask frantically turning the tv off before running to my room to throw pants on before freezing altogether at her next words. 

"I regret to inform you that Mr.Tomlinson has been in a harsh car accident, he was rushed to the nearest hospital but didn't make it. I'm so sorry for your loss Mr.Tomlinson." 

"No No No, this can't be right, It's not him. My husband can't be dead." I say into the phone, my head shaking and tears falling fast down my cheeks. 

"I'm so sorry sir, he has been pronounced dead. He had an ID on him that matches his face, sir. If you would like, you could also come down to the coroner's office he has been sent to so you can identify the body. He's at The Cherry Blossom's coroner building on Blossom road." 

"I'm on my way, I'm coming. It's not him." I speak, hanging up on the woman. My husband is not dead. No fucking way is he dead. I throw my phone on our bed and scream, tears streaming down my face. I scream at the top of my lungs until it feels like my throat is bleeding. 

Harry is thrashing around in his bed, screaming once more. All the men in the living room hear this, all running to Harry's room, all with shocked faces, all except Liam. Liam wasn't shocked, he was used to it though it doesn't mean it hurts any less to see Harry hurting, screaming, and crying. Liam opens the door, rushing into the boy, the other three standing by the door. Liam grabs ahold of Harry's flying arms, holding them to the boy's chest as he is quick to wake him up, not being so hard this time as Harry shoots up in the bed, panting and crying. When he sees Liam, he falls into him, grabbing on tightly to his mate. Harry's breath was still quick, in fact, it was quickening by the second, which is a tall tale that he's pushing himself into an asthma attack. 

"Hey Hey, it's Li, shhh, I need you to calm down little mate. You're gonna go into an asthma attack if you don't calm down." Liam tries, seeing that not doing anything so he takes it upon himself to reach over into the boy's nightstand drawer. Pulling out the red inhaler, popping the cap off, and placing it at Harry's lips. "Shh shh, it's okay. I need you to take the biggest breath you can in 1, 2, 3, and Inhale. Good, good. One more time for me, 1, 2, 3, inhale. Good job Haz, good job." Liam coos, capping the inhaler again, tossing it aside onto the nightstand before climbing further onto the bed, settling himself behind the lightly gasping boy. 

Once Liam settles in behind Harry, he gently pulls the boy back so he's laying back to chest with the elder, wrapping his comforting arms around the boy. One arm wrapped over the boy's shoulder, holding one of Harry's hands up to his chest, the other laying on Harry's other shoulder, trailing up to mess with his hair. "It's okay mate, go back to sleep. I'll stay right here until you wake up and you tell me you want me gone. I'm not leaving you." He coos as he feels the boy drifting off once more, gripping Liam's hand. Liam then leans his cheek onto the boy's long hair, looking over at the other boys. Zayn and Niall are sobbing as Shawn pulls the both of them in his arms, tears streaming down his own cheeks, all of them looking at their youngest mate. 'Believe me now?' He mouths to the three at the door, not that the boys thought Liam was lying about the nightmares or the intensity of it but they didn't know how bad it was until now, as they had witnessed it.