Resist // l.s

Chapter 12.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the last chapter! Here's a double update for you babies ^w^
Love, Bec xx

Louis's P.O.V

{ T } he fact that the king didn't announce that I had gotten a key made me worry.

Was he going to let me run around and try escape from Zayn? Would he even let me out at all, or would I be greeted at the other side of the door by guards waiting to shoot me? It was all so real and terrifying.
I could barely breathe.
Barely think.

My vision had grown cloudy with tears and panic as my heart raced faster. The sound of the alarm didn't ring until I had pushed the key into the lock, but it was music to my ears. I heard Zayn yell out in desperation and fury, and I quickly turned the key and threw myself out of the room; landing on beautiful, cold hard ground with no glass to be felt. The door shut behind me almost immediately, and I could hear Zayn banging on it. My breaths came out heavy and ragged, but I was so relieved to be away from it all. Away from that pain. That agony. The thought of the glass made me remember just how much I had been pushed around and suddenly my body felt as if it were engulfed in flames. I groaned out in agony, my eyes squeezing shut, but suddenly I felt arms lifting me up. When my eyes opened, they locked with familiar green ones, and I felt as if I were going to melt.
"I-I did it, Harry. I'm out," I whispered softly and he shushed me; holding me closer to his chest.
"Shush, shush, I know you did, Lou...you got out. But you're hurt, you need help.." he said. I could hear the sadness in his voice, and I slowly lifted a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek. My mind was swirling with pain and I felt like I was going to sleep.
"Is Niall okay?" I managed to whisper. He had now scooped me up into his safe, strong arms and was carrying me somewhere. I didn't know where.
"Yes, he's fine. Don't worry about him Louis, you're hurt too...you're so hurt, I was so frightened.." he said quietly. I heard more footsteps approach, and a strange voice began speaking.
"Your Highness, we can take him from here to the infirmary-"
"I can do it myself, move on. I'm sure there'll be more who'll need you soon enough."
"But Your Highness,"
"I said move along men." Harry sounded cross, and it made me want to giggle...but I was far too sleepy.
And the sleep took over.

*****

When I awoke, everything hurt a little more than I remembered.
I wasn't sure I could even feel my feet, and when I tried moving my fingers, I felt a hand wrap around my own to stop me.
"You need to stay still. Your wounds weren't exactly simple little paper cuts." A soft, smooth voice murmured and my eyes fluttered open. Harry was sitting beside me, his brow creased as he looked down at me. I look down to my hands - which are covered in bandages - and then down to my feet which look exactly the same.
"H-How bad...?" I whisper and he lets out a soft breath, tucking in a stray part of the bandage on my hand.
"Countless scrapes. Bruising. Stitches on your feet. Your hands have more scrapes than anything...you're face as some too." He said softly and I frown, looking around for a mirror. He sighs and lifts a small hand held one up to me. And he's right; my cheeks, across my eyebrow, my nose, even my chin....little tiny cuts and scratches everywhere. I hand him back the mirror, swallowing thickly.
"How long was I asleep..?" He sighed softly and set the mirror down on the bedside table.
"Maybe...four hours. Four and a half." I nod my head, looking down at my hands. I can feel them throb and begin to tear up.
"How long did the nurse say until I get better?" He clears his throat and runs a hand through his curls.
"Well, if by nurse you mean me, it'll take a few days. For the really bad cuts that had stitches, maybe two weeks." My brow furrows.
"You? What do you mean?" He snorted softly and his lips curved up in a little smile.
"I didn't want someone else being too rough with you. I had to make sure you would be taken care of properly. So...I stitched you up myself." My eyes widened in shock.
"You?! Are you sure you even did them right Harry, I-" He suddenly lets out a soft laugh and I frown.
"I'm not that daft, Louis. If I didn't know what I was doing, I definitely would've let the nurse take care of you. However, being who I am, I knew exactly what I was doing." I roll my eyes at his words.
"What, are you a doctor or something Mister Styles?" he chuckles softly and shakes his head.
"No, no, I've no such certificate...my father simply owns many books, and I took an interest into the ones about the human anatomy and about nursing. When I was a kid, before I knew what my title was, I wanted to be a doctor. I always wanted to help people, so.....I guess you could say that's the dream." He said softly. The prince turns in his seat and bends down, picking up a wet cloth of sorts and gently dabs it on my forehead. I look at his features in awe; there are so many things about the boy before me that I still have yet to discover.
"You really want to be a doctor?" I ask softly.
"Mhm."
"Then why don't you? Run off, and go to a hospital." He chuckles softly and it's so lovely. His dimples show and he sets the cloth back down again.
"Because Louis...I have duties as a Prince. And even if I did run away, they would catch me before I even left the castle grounds. My father is like a blood hound, you know that." I frown at his words and turn my head to the side.
"You should be able to go after your dream, Harry.." The male falls silent for a moment, looking at nothing in particular, till his smiles wide and looks at me.
"What's your dream?" I snort and shrug.
"To be honest, I just wanted to be happy. I never really knew what exactly I wanted to be growing up, so I settled with just being happy." Harry smiles at my words and looks down at my hands; gently resting his own atop mine.
"You'll get that, Lou. You wait and see." His touch was comforting, and it sent butterflies to my stomach. Glancing up at him, our eyes met and he seemed to be breathing deeply.
"Was it scary...?" he whispered to me and I shook my head.
"Not scary. Just...daunting." He sighs softly and shuts his eyes for a moment; leaning forward in his seat as his other hand clasps around my own; resting his forehead against it as well.
"I was scared." He whispered and I frowned, slowly reaching up with my other hand to run my fingers through his hair; though I couldn't feel the softness of his curls due to the stupid bandages.
"It's okay. I got out." He looked up at me, and his eyes were shiny.
"You might not have. You threw that key to Niall....why would you do that?" I let out a soft sigh and shrug.
"He might look strong, but he was struggling in there. He's my friend. I wanted to make sure he's safe. He helped me last time, I had to return the favour." Harry shook his head and shut his eyes again.
"Each step you took Lou, I cringed...I can only imagine the pain-"
"Then don't talk about it, okay? Look at me," I say softly, tilting his head up so our eyes are locked. "I'm right here. I'm right beside you, I'm okay. Right?" He doesn't say anything, but after a moment his serious face breaks and he gives me a smile.
"Right...right." He murmurs.
"Besides...even if I didn't get a key, you wouldn't let them hurt me. Would you?" I question softly and he immediately shakes his head; his hand rubbing up and down my unbandaged arm.
"No. Of course not. Not for a second." I smile widely and nod my head.
"Then see? That's why I wasn't scared. Harry looks back at me and sighs; carefully inching closer. Our faces are centimetres apart when he lifts a hand up and strokes my tender cheek.
"I will worry anyway." He whispers softly before our eyes shut and he leans in.