Blood Red Lipstick [L.S.] ✓

Ch. 28; Awake.

A/N: 

⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️: Please understand that all that I have said or done medically in the book is done after research. This research was done online, and as you all know different sources can state different things. I am not 100% sure on any of what I've said, and anything medical will not be covered in great detail if I can help it. If I'm wrong or have been wrong in past chapters (excluding when Louis told Liam to remove the knife, that was him being stupid, not me) feel free to correct me and I'll change accordingly. And remember, I'm bad at science.

Louis waking up is the most inaccurate part of this, but it's ✨dramatic✨ and it's me. Wattpad does not necessarily reflect real life.

- Rocky.

- 6 Months Later -

"...I don't! I'm just waiting for... No, no. You don't understand... Money... I'm not a psychopath, Zayn!" He slips in and out of consciousness, catching fragments of conversation. "Yeah, yeah... Updated... I know, god... Later, bye... It! Say hi... Have fun with his... Says you! Yep, bye."

His brain can't form words, he can't remember who this person is. Or where he is. All he knows is that all he can do is hear. He can't really grasp onto reality, unaware of who he is.

"Morning, Harry." A new voice says. "How are..."

"Good, yeah... Do you think... Any time soon?" The other voice, Harry, says. That name means something to him. 

"His brain activity has changed over the last hour." The other voice says, and he can now hold onto a conversation. Hear a full sentence. "He might be able to hear you now."

"What, really?" Harry says, a clicking sound approaching him. "Lou?"

"It may take him more time to wake up, so be patient, Mr. Styles." The other voice says. "Keep an eye on him, inform us if you notice anything."

"Sure, thanks doctor." Harry says, a scraping sound following the words. Footsteps retreating. "Louis? Can you hear me?"

He tries to respond, but his brain can't make his mouth work.

A sigh sounds from next to him. "I'm gonna assume you can hear me? It's no different if you can't, I've talked to you a lot... Not that you've heard me."

Louis, he thinks it must be him, tries to speak again. Small things are coming back to him. Green eyes, the colour red.

"I miss you, you know. Your eyes." Harry says. "Your eyes are beautiful, and I haven't seem them in six months. Haven't heard your voice in six months."

A butterfly tattoo, inked on a stomach.

"I almost lost you... You were dead for six minutes. It's why you're like this, a coma because of how much oxygen you lost. Why you were on oxygen for a little while. Why you probably lost some memories. I don't know the science of it, but it's something to do with what started getting affected first?"

A hand, holding his. Painted nails, high heels.

"I don't think I've ever been angrier than when I got that phone call. If that guy hadn't of died, I would of killed him."

Bottles, vodka. Glinting silver, a smirk, a tie.

The speaker, Harry, speaks slowly. The voice is familiar, the deep tone one he's heard countless times. "I made you wait for me... And now look at you. I almost-"

Louis tries to reach out, comfort Harry, but all he can do is slowly move his fingers.

A buzzing noise, voices that he can't catch. He's slipping back into the state of being unconscious now that Harry's farther away. 

"...believe he's responding to your voice." The other voice is back. "You were speaking... responded. You... talking to him and bringing up details... remembering."

"So, what? I keep talking to him until he wakes up?" Harry says, back beside Louis.

"Yes, Harry. Talk about things... both remember, personal memories. Important..." The other voice says. "May... Up.... Restore his... I hope."

"Alright." Harry says. The footsteps disappear again. "Hey, Lou. It's nice to know that you can actually hear me. Do you remember when we first met? I hope you do. You looked amazing, you know, ravishing." Harry chuckles. "That suit, god you looked great. Introduced yourself to me as Jonathan Bell. I still can't quite believe that I didn't burst out laughing, because I knew you were called Louis Tomlinson."

A red dress floats into his vision, a coy smile, frustration.

"You were so serious! I thought it was sexy, didn't know why you acted like you had a massive stick up your arse." Harry continues. "We kissed... I ran."

Tunnel vision. A target.

"We met again at charity event. You found it funny how I didn't wanna drink and donate loads of money." Harry chuckles again.

A less sexy dress, focus.

"Went to a party, didn't we? Made out in the taxi... You fought with Grimmy, he was in love with me or something."

Beer pong, jealousy. Smug. 

"I left with Niall, got your number. We went to a club." Harry says, sounding wistful.

A hand on his ass.

"You took me to a hotel. I used your name while you were on the phone..."

A plan being foiled, pain.

"We went to the room, we kissed a little, I busted your balls." Harry chuckles.

Handcuffs, a knife, vodka, lipstick. 

"We ended up in Vegas, didn't we? Took you ages to find me and then when you did the whole Liam thing happened."

A gunshot, betrayal, out of place jeans. A very full hand bag. Club, dancing, grinding, intimacy.

"Then we found Milo..."

Seduction, fake tits, an iPad, a car, a cigarette. Confession, impromptu therapy, trust. A knife, blacking out. Screaming, anger, confusion, pain. A dress, high heels. Abandonment, loss, breaking down. Vows. Decision. Paris. Bodyguards. Guns, blood. Eyeliner.

"Then I left. I left and abandoned you when you were practically half-dead." Harry says, sounding bitter. "I just flounced away because I acted like you meant nothing."

Masquerade, embarrassment, the ocean. Emeralds, loss. Missing someone. Importance. Confusion, certainty. Familiarity, a suit. Short hair, chocolate brown. Pretty eyes. Plain, laughter. Miss him, miss him, miss him. Found. Breaking, fear, kiss, happiness.

Harry speaking, Louis doesn't listen. "You took me on a date..."

Haven, boots. Music, pink. Wide-eyed, happiness, history.

Meeting, confusion, happy. Family. Go, see you later. Gun, voices, mistake. Sister, mother, not dead. 

Car, darkness. Sacrifice. Death.

Love. 

"H." He gasps, breath leaving him. He can't remember all of it, but he knows.

He loves Harry.

"Hi, Lou." Harry says, kissing his cheek. "You remember me." He opens his eyes, the room too bright, the world spinning, green eyes peering back at him, full of fear and love. Kisses rain down on his face, soft and fleeting. "I missed you, Lou."

"H." He says, again. It's the only word his brain can remember how to say. He sighs in frustration.

"I'll go get the doctor, Lou." Harry says, standing up. "Sit tight."

"H..."