A Different Kind Of Special - Larry Stylinson/Niam Horanye AU Kitten!Harry

Chapter 33

[Zayn's P.O.V.] Whaaaaat? ;)

I was floating. It wasn't like the dream floating where you dream you're falling and you twitch to where it wake you up. I was floating as if I was trying to go somewhere that wasn't my own body. I looked around and saw white emptiness. I wondered where my friends are. Then I thought of Perrie. Her blue eyes and gorgeous smile flashed through my mind and suddenly she appeared next to me. She had a worried expression on her face though. Worry etched into her entire face. I pulled her close to me.

"What's wrong, love?" I asked as I gently pressed my lips to her head.

"You need to wake you, Zaynie," she said in a choked voice. "I need you to come back to us."

"Come back to you? Where am I?"

"I miss you. And I love you. Please come back so you can say that too," she whispered as she pulled away from me.

She began to shimmer and fade away. I reached for her but she was disappearing.

"Perrie?" I asked worriedly.

"Come back, Z. I need you."

"Perrie!" I shouted as she completely disappears.

I looked around and I ran a hand through my hair. I let out a sigh as I shut my eyes. Where the hell was I?

[Harry's P.O.V.]

I awake to an ache in my head and my leg. To stubborn to open my eyes quite yet, I try to let myself to think of Louis. However, my eyes immediately shoot open as I think of Louis. I quickly look around the hospital room, or what looks like a hospital room. I find a person laying on the couch like bed, seemingly asleep. Judging by the dark, long hair, I assume it to my sister or mum. With more thought and examination, I realize that it's Gem.

"Gem," I whisper. "Gem!"

She jolts awake and nearly falls onto the floor. She groggily gets up and stumbles toward my bedside. Tears flow down her face as she gently hugs me.

"You're awake! Oh thank God, you're awake!" Gemma says, quietly as she hugs me.

"Gemma, where am I?"

"You're in the hospital. You were-"

"Shot in the leg and kicked twice in the head," my fears return as I look up to Gemma. "Where's Louis?"

Gemma remains silent as though she's trying to hide something from me. I wait for her to continue but she doesn't.

"Gemma, where is Louis?"

"Maybe you should just go back to bed, Harry."

"No, I want to see Louis."

"Harry-"

"Gemma."

She groans at me as she flings herself into a chair. She pushes her face in her hands and stays silent for a few moments. I, of course, begin to assume the worst.

"He's dead, isn't he?" I whisper beginning my tears not to fall.

"No, Harry. He just-"

"Then where is he? I want to see him."

"Harry-"

"Gemma, please."

"Harry! Just listen to me for one damn moment, would you?" She whisper-shouts as she looks up from her hands.

I remain silent as I watch her with wide eyes. She takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a long sigh.

"Niall said that when you heard the gun shots, you assumed Louis to be dead. But he's not. You collapsed and come to find out you've got an infection from the bullet wound. It made you pass out because it hadn't been taken care of properly and the lack of food and the blows to the head didn't help either."