You Found Me (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 7

A/N Hello again! Sorry it’s been awhile since I update! I’m a busy girl…not really, I’m just lazy!

This book has gotten more reads then I thought it would, so thank you! Please continue to vote, comment, and fan me! Also if you like this, you’ll love my other Larry story “Lies” and its sequel “Trust”

 Sorry, but this chapter has a cliffhanger, but don’t worry I won’t wait a month to update again. :)

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Around 4 AM I was woken up by an awful sound. It was like choking and gagging mixed together. It took me a minute to get over my groggy, sleepy state, but once I did I realized the sound was coming from Harry’s room.

I threw the covers off of me and ran to his room, not even bothering to put on clothes. I ran into his room in just my boxers, but he wasn’t in bed. I saw the light was on in the bathroom so I opened the door.

Harry was leaning against the bath tub breathing heavily, but when the door opened his eyes locked with mine for a second, before he lurched forward and puked into the toilet. I rushed forward and patted his back, also pushing some of his curls away from his face. When he finished I helped him lean against the tub again.

I guess I should have seen this coming. My house is hot, yet he was freezing, and he went to bed really early claiming that he was tired. I should have known something was up.

I grabbed a rag from the sink and wet it. I held Harry’s chin gently in one hand and I used the other to hold the rag and wipe his mouth with it. He looked pitiful as he slumped against the wall and tub.

“I’m sorry I woke you.” Harry said in a raspy voice.

“Don’t apologize, this isn’t your fault.” I tossed the rag into the sink and went into the kitchen to get him some water.

When I came back he was leant over the toilet making awful gagging noises. I rushed to his side and once again pushed back his hair and rubbed his back. I noticed a few tears fall from his eyes as he gagged but nothing came out.

“There’s nothing left, but it won’t stop.” He wheezed. “It hurts.”

My heart was breaking for the younger boy. I hate seeing people in pain, but I especially hate seeing Harry in pain. Even though I barely know him, he’s very special to me. I don’t know, there’s just something about him that makes me feel drawn to him. Wow, when did my life become so cliché?

“It okay, you’re gonna be okay. Just take a deep breath.” I tried to sooth him.

He took a shaky breath and eventually the heaving stopped. He slumped back against the tub and rubbed his head with his large hands. I grabbed the glass of water again and squatted down so that I was at his height.

“Gargle this. Don’t swallow.” I warned.

I handed him the glass of water and he took it, swishing the water around in his mouth. When he finished he weakly spit it into the toilet.