The Moment I Knew (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

A/N this is a really random question, but it's been bothering me for a while. Is it eachother or each other? Can someone please tell me?

Anyways, I'm glad that people are enjoying (or sobbing over) this story.

Love you!

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Liam's POV

When the hospital finally requested that we leave, Louis all but threw a tantrum. He protested, saying that he had to see Harry as soon as he woke up, that he was Harry's best mate and deserved to stay. The staff, however, kindly insisted that we go home and get our rest and that we would be notified immediately if Harry woke up or if there was a change in his condition. I was somewhat surprised that Louis hadn't tried to play the 'boyfriend' card.

Regardless of what the hospital said to reassure him, Louis was very much less than pleased. He spun around from the nurse talking to him and stormed out of the waiting room. Zayn, Niall, Paul and I exchanged worried looks and followed him.

The hospital security had been keeping paparazzi and fans away, mostly so they could get ambulances in and out but also to protect us, but I knew that there had to be some outside.

"Louis!" I called as I caught up to him, grabbing his shoulder. He jerked away from me, and I saw the furious look on his face as he did.

"Leave me alone," he snarled.

"Lou, there's probably paps out there. Paul needs to get all of us out of here together," I explained.

He rolled his eyes.

"Paps are the least of my worries right now," he growled, but he waited for Zayn, Niall, and Paul to catch up.

"Come on, lads, lets get you home," Paul sighed, opening the door and letting us out in front of him.

Predictably, a few people stood outside, and as soon as they caught sight of us, cameras were whipped out and questions started being shouted.

We had all been trained to block them out, but I saw Louis's shoulders jerk each time a question was yelled like each question was a seperate stab between them.

"Relax, Lou," I murmured, wrapping my arm around him. Paul herded us towards his van, but paparazzi followed.

I could only imagine the pictures that would be on the Internet and in tabloids later. We all had red eyes and looked absolutely worn out and Louis was seething over the fact he couldn't stay.

We finally reached the van, Paul helping us in before getting in the driver's seat himself.

"Sorry about that. We tried to get as many off the premises as we could," he apologized.

"It's fine, Paul," I sighed, "Can you take us all to my place? I don't think any of us really want to be alone right now."

"Take me to mine. I need to talk to Eleanor," Louis interrupted before Paul could reply.

"Are you sure, Lou?" I asked.

He nodded.

"If you want to come over later, you can," I offered.

He nodded again and turned to look out the window.

We dropped him off first and he got out silently. All of us pretended not to see the tears rolling down his face; he didn't want to talk, so we wouldn't make him.

A few minutes later, Zayn, Niall and I were sprawled out on a couch, trying to find comfort in being close to one another.

"He's going to be upset when he wakes up," Zayn said quietly, "He really didn't want to live anymore."