His Boyfriend is Louis Tomlinson xLARRY AUx

Part 3

(Not edited, sorry.)

HELLOO IM BACK, FIXED MY LAPTOP SO I CAN WRITE ON HERE. SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

The ambulance arrived at the hospital about 10 minutes later. Harry got rolled out, while Louis followed. They brought him into the E.R part and hooked him up to some IV drips.

Louis finally sat down when Anne rushed in, looking frantic. "What happened? Where is he?" She said, looking around. "Someone knocked him down and he hit his head on some stairs, I don't know.." Louis said, putting his head in his hands. 

"Well I'm sure you took care of it," she said rubbing his back "it wasn't your fault." 

Louis sighs, "but it was! If i hadn't asked him to come tonight none of this would ha-" Louis was cut off by the doctor. "Excuse me, are you two here for uh, Harry Styles?" "Yes." Anne and Louis had both answered, standing up. 

"Well, the good thing is that he doesn't have any bleeding in his brain, just a concussion, which we treated. I did have to stitch his forehead, and he is asleep right now from the pain meds he was administered when he arrived. As soon as he wakes, you should be able to see him, which should be within the hour. Take care now." Harry's doctor said before walking away. 

They both sigh in relief,  because it could have been way worse. "Excuse me, I have to call Liam." Louis says, walking away. 

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It had taken Harry 2 hours to wake up, which made Louis worry sick, since the doctor said it should have only taken an hour. Anne had let Louis see him first, much to him nagging for her to let him. 

"Oh baby! I was worried sick! How are you feeling? Does your head hurt?  Anything hurt? Do I need to kiss anything better?" Harry was bombarded with questions, and he didn't know how to answer, so he didn't. 

He just hugged his Louis. "Harry? Can you not talk? Oh my god do I need to get a doctor hol-" Harry giggled, "daddy no! I can talk, silly!" Louis chuckled in relief, he was worrying over nothing. "Silly baby! You tricked me!" Louis said, as he lightly tickled Harry's side, causing him to scream, and wiggle. "Da-daddy stop!" he screamed, and much to his luck, it did.

They stopped laughing, now just staring fondly at one another. "I'm sorry, Louis."  Harry said, his smile faltering. "Sorry for what darling? You did nothing wrong, Harry." The older lad said, grabbing the younger boys hand. "But I did. I ruined your match. I just ruined everything today. I'm sorry daddy, I shouldn't have went. You would have had more fun if I wasn't so, so clumsy! Now you don't even get to celebrate your big win, because you're stuck here with me." By the end, Harry had tears running down his face, because he didn't want to ruin his daddy's big night, but he did. 

"Oh baby, you didn't ruin my night. Spending time with you and making sure you're okay is what i'll always want to do. I'll always choose you darling, so stop saying that you ruined my night, because you are my night, and you always will be. I love you." Louis said, wiping Harry's tears away with his thumb, and lightly kissing him. 

"I love you too. Always." 

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Harry only had to stay the night, considering it was only a concussion. Louis had stayed with him, after much arguing with the nurses. 

It was now 4 days after, and they were in Louis' flat, watching Sinister, that horrid film. To much surprise, Harry was the one who insisted they watch it. Despite how innocent and baby-looking he is, he loves gory, scary films.