Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Louis

His head falls on the pillow and I look at him. "What do you have?" I whisper freaking out. Like really freaking out because my hands are shaking so bad. He parts his lips and whispers a breathed "food" and I understand what is happening. He is starving. I run in the kitchen and bring him a croissant, I know he likes this one and I sit on my coach lifting him up. He's so weak he barely even moves and I figured that out the moment I lifted him up and his head fell to the side. I take off my shoes and cross my legs in front of me getting behind him and letting him lean back on my chest. His head is on my right shoulder and he whimpers softly. 

"Shhh you'll be fine in a minute" I say preparing his food into small pieces so he doesn't have to put a lot of effort because I'm pretty sure he can't do that. And his head falls towards my neck. I can feel his warm breath on my neck and I hate my body for reacting to that while he is so weak in my arms. I touch his right side of the face, rubbing my hand up and down really softly trying to make him aware that he's still conscious. Because he is. He's just weak. "I need you to open your mouth, Harry. C'mon." I say and I'm sure everyone can hear the panic in my voice, which I hate.

He parts his lips slightly and I give him a small bite of the croissant and luckily he accepts it starting to weakly chew. His face falls towards my neck again and this time a wave of sadness hits me. 

I hate seeing him like this.

Why did he do that to himself? 

"L-Louis?" His weak small voice interrupts my thoughts and I look at him. "I'm here, Harry." I say softly and prepare another bite for him. "I-I'm not…" He starts saying but he stops before he finishes the sentence, that's how weak his body is. "You're not what, darling?" I say, suddenly softened up. He parts his lips again making them look so soft and perfect and breathes out "like this" and I frown because I have no idea what he means. But I decide to let it go because he's not aware of what he's talking about and it would be a shit thing for me to do. 

I give him another bite and watch him crewing softly. After three more bites he stopped accepting it. He fell asleep. I slowly place him on the pillow and watch his head falling to the side. He swallows softly letting his lips parted and continues to sleep. His sleeping face is beautiful. Completely beautiful. 

I place a blanket on him and brush back a curl from his face and then I leave the room letting him sleep peacefully. When I come to check on his half an hour later his phone is ringing and I switch it off fast. He needs sleep so everything could wait. But the person calls again. And again and I check the name. Niall. Well Niall insists too much and he pisses me off. 

I turn it off and he calls again so I answer. "GOD Harry I've been calling you for minutes now. What the hell happened? Did you forget that you have a friend too? I get you're busy but man… I thought something happened to you. I told you not to do this, Harry, especially you! Especially after I found you freaking dying. Do you want me to have a heart attack? I called the hospital and they said you didn't come, are you crazy?" 

My breath stopped and my mind remained at "found you dying". What did he mean by that? Harry was close to dying or did he try to kill himself? My thoughts have been interrupted by the rumbling Niall. "HARRY STYLES ANSWER." And I leave the room.

"Hi. He's good."

"Who are you? I'm gonna call the police! I'll kill you myself you shit be sure of that!"

I laugh "Wait wait. I'm Louis Tomlinson, I'm the owner of the cafe next to the hospital, remember you brought Darla here."

"Oh the waiter." He says totally ignoring the "the owner" part but by the way he said it he meant it like THE waiter so he knows about me.