Raindrops (L.S)

Hospitals.

Raindrops. Car rides. Harry looks through the window as they make their way to the hospital. Niall looks over at him with a frown and sighs while looking away. He wants to cry. But he doesn't wanna look weak. Cystic fibrosis. Who would've thought?

He squeezes his eyes shut when his whole body jerks as he coughed loudly. Niall quickly scoots over to him in the backseat muttering sweet nothings as he pats his back."Is he okay?" Zayn called out concerned. Turning his head from the road to see what the commotion is. Liam full on snapping his neck from the passenger seat to see whats going on. Harrys coughing becomes worse as he bends over to catch his breath. He feels suffocated.

"Haz, are you okay? Catch your breath, okay? It's alright." Niall comforts him.

"M' fine." Harry muttered as he closed his eyes and rubbed his chest. Leaning back in his seat, he took a deep breath and tried to ignore the concerning looks from his friends.

The rest of the ride was full of glares from his friends and heavy breathing. Nothing but awkwardness floating through the air.

Once they arrived at the hospital, the doctor asked too many questions that made Harrys head spin. So he just let his friends answer for him. Next thing he knows he's being moved into a hospital room. Consisting of a tv , bathroom , bed , and anything else you may need. He was confused at first. Until he realized that this is where he might be staying for a while. He doesn't wanna be there. He hates hospitals. He hates the smell, the doctors, the beeping noise of machines, how overwhelmed with anxiety it makes him feel. Its too much.

He looks out the window as he played with the wire of his Nasal Cannula. He feels the tears prickle in his eyes. He wonders what the brown haired boy would be doing right now. Perhaps he's still playing in the rain and running in it. He saw how whenever he would play in the rain, he would always bend over with his hands on his knees and cough pretty hard. Maybe he has Asthma?

The door opens to his room and he sees a doctor come in with a cart that had little boxes of pills in them. Almost like mini containers of different colors. The lady looked bright and it seemed she had a kind soul just by looking at her big smile that almost lit up the room.

"Hi harry! Im Nurse Barbara. I'm gonna be your Nurse throughout your CF progress." She smiled at him as she rolled the cart further into the room. Harry sat up from where he sat on the bed. It was a bit uncomfortable, but the blankets and pillows his friends had brought from home made it a bit more comfy. Especially since he had Pluto with him. Pluto is stuffed animal frog that harry had since he was six years old. His Nana had given it him before she died from CF. Ironic innit?

"These are your meds that your gonna need to take throughout the day." She says and explains which ones are which to harry. She instructs that he needs to take the ones in the pink container first. Even though he hated taking pills, if it would help him with his stupid
CF, he would take them faithfully.

"Wheres my friends?" Is the first thing he asked all day. She sighs and smiles at him fondly.

"They're out to get some food, im sure they'll be back soon." She informs him. "Now, if you need me, just push the button on the remote. Ill be helping our other patient get settled in." She smiles as she walks out the room. It's another patient just like him? Maybe they could be friends. But that would be impossible.

Patients with CF have to stay at least six feet apart at all times. They're germs spread rather quickly. So, they have to have distance away from each other so the other person doesn't get ones germs. They wouldn't wanna catch each others bacteria. Which will make everything much worse for them. He noticed Dr.Hamid had left the door cracked. He sat up and peeked through the crack of the door. He saw that the room right across from his had people in it. First, he saw a lady with brown hair. She looked like she was about in her 40s. She looked rather familiar to harry. Like he saw someone else in her.

He slowly got out the bed and made his way to the door. The cord of his Nasal Cannula following behind him. He opened the door a little more and heard the commotion going on in the room. Filled with a bunch of "Louis stop!" And "why are you doing this?". Louis? So the patients name is Louis. Harry likes it. He then saw another person come into view.

The brown haired boy.

His heart dropped a bit, why is he here? Is he the other patient with CF? Impossible. Why would he be playing in the rain so much then? But then Harrys mind goes back to all the coughing and choking he had done every time he did play out in the rain and mud.

The boy was mad and yelling something about not wanting to be there. The lady which Harry guessed was his mom had then sat on the couch with her head in her hands. The boy was still being wild until he looked through the door at harry. His mouth gaped open. He takes one step forward and harry feels himself open the door fully, before he could even think about what he was doing, he was stepping out of the room. Walking towards the brown haired boy. Even though he already knew his name, he still wanted to call him what he had been calling him for the past few years.

"Oops." Harry breathed out when he realized he had been getting too close. He looked down at the ground, they were five feet apart.

"Hi" the boy said breathlessly with a small smile. Harry was pretty sure his already fucked up lungs were taken away from him when he heard the boys voice for the first time.

"Hey! Harry, Louis, Get in your rooms now!" Dr. Hamid shouted which caused them to jump back into reality. "You know the rules! No getting close to each other!" She continued as they rushed back off to their rooms.

Harry closed the door breathing heavy as he ran a hand through his hair. He made his way back to his bed and picked up his IPad. FaceTiming Niall and he answered almost immediately.

"Harry? Is something wrong? Were almost there okay?" Niall started ranting as Zayn and Liam appeared in the screen, all looking concerned.

"I saw the brown haired boy".