Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Harry

We enter the room and there's something about the way Louis reacted that gave me a feeling of hesitation. I asked him if I should know something and he said no so I guessed it's just a shock. Now we look at the patient and surprisingly he stares at Louis while Louis' eyes show so much coldness. 

"Mr Malik" I start and he looks at me, hate in his eyes, I'm confused. "Mr Tomlinson here saved your life. We're happy you're good." He lets out a short snort and smiles "Of course Louis would do that." He says and I look at Louis. "Wait for me outside yeah?" I say and Louis shakes his head. 

I frown and look in his eyes saying more demandingly "Now, Louis." He gives Zayn a warning look and I can definitely feel the tension between them. The door closes and I go to check on my patient. "Mr. Malik how are you feeling?" I ask and he looks in my eyes with a crazy look.

"He didn't tell you." He says and I check his IV. "Tell me what, Mr Malik?" I ask and he is fast to answer "Why he saved me…" I shake my head "I don't know what you're talking about." I say but he continues. 

"He loves me." He says and I stop. "I have proof he loves me. He doesn't give a damn about you, Styles. He wouldn't save you. Why do you think he didn't tell you about me? Let me guess… he told you he loved you and that he doesn't trust people… he'll leave you. He always leaves. As he left me, but let me tell you something, he never stopped loving me." 

I can feel my heart racing, I swear if he wouldn't have been my patient I would've punched him. "Who are you to know that?" I ask and he smirks "I'm his ex… and you know what he'll do to you? He will freaking leave you. Because he doesn't give a damn about love." 

I swallow thick and look in his eyes harshly. "Well, Mr Malik I can totally assure you he does give a damn about love and trust me I would've known because you know what I get and you don't? Kisses, and cuddles, and I love yous. And honestly, maybe you should think about why he left. Because sometimes we are the ones that make our lives hell. So. I would kindly ask you to shut your mouth and not talk about my boyfriend anymore because what will happen between us is strictly our business and not yours. Now if you would excuse me… I will go home and probably show him how much I really care about him."

I couldn't give a damn he almost died a few hours ago, he pissed me off and I'm sure Louis won't have a peaceful night tonight because he just lied to me. I give him a strong sedative helping him sleep and I leave the room. 

I'm pissed.

Louis comes to me and I raise my hand. "I suggest you keep your mouth shut otherwise, Louis Tomlinson, you will sleep on my doorstep handcuffed by the door." I say and he freezes. I go to a nurse and I say "Send the therapist to Zayn Malik when he wakes up, I have the big intention that he is very ill mentally." I turn around leaving the hospital with Louis following me like a little lost doggy. 

We get in my car and Louis looks at me "Harry whatever-" I turn on the radio covering his voice. He keeps his mouth shut and we arrive at my house. The moment I lock the front door he speaks again "Harry can you please listen?"

I put my right arm over his chest pushing him against the door exactly how I did with the killer one week ago and say "You are lucky enough I haven't dropped you home because I thought of that. Now be a good man and sit on the couch and shut the hell up because you lied to me and I'm pissed off and I don't want to talk about it. Understood, Louis?" 

He nods saying "Okay." And I let him go, going to change my clothes. The next hour's been quiet. Only me and my thoughts and my knife. I am making dinner not murdering Louis, I still love that idiot. He steps into the kitchen and crosses his arms to his chest. "Can we talk?" He asks suddenly with an attitude.