Louis' POV-
I shoot up to my feet and I struggle to ask the next question to the concerned lady.
"What do you mean by... Sick?"
The current nurse is accompanied by another and they whisper words in each other's ears for a few minutes. My knees become weak and wobbly and my vision gets blurry.
"I don't feel so good," I force out as my knees give in and I am pushing myself up from the side of the stretcher that holds a lifeless little boy on it.
The nurse rushes towards me and she helps me up feeling my head for a fever.
"Cmon dear, let's take a walk," she huffs sympathetically as I regain my balance and head for the door with her by my side.
We exit the school and head for the placid open land filled with flowers that is laid out at the rear of our school.
We sit down in the school garden area on an old bench as I catch my breath from what had happened in the past hour.
"H-harry," Is all I can manage to say while I stare into the kind middle aged lady's eyes.
"He," she began knowing that she doesn't want to hurt me. "He hasn't been eating, he's cut himself numerous times and he's beaten up on the daily. He was even beaten up before we found him unconscious on the floor covered in blood. The nurses believe that he has gotten an illness but we don't for sure. We do think he's anorexic though. Louis, you have to protect this boy. I'm trusting you to help him."
"I-I can't." I choke pondering about how when Harry wakes up he will hate me more than he ever did.
She places her arm on my shoulder and her eyes fill with concern. My eyes are planted on her name tag that reads 'Judy'.
"Why is that dear?" She asks carefully and scoots closer as I bury my face in my hands holding back the tears that are just so eager to leave my eyes.
"You don't understand! He hates me! I'm falling in love with him and he hates me! He's torn me a part limb from limb! He's stomped on my heart and I'm still not mad at him! Because I deserve it... You want to know who beat him up before he passed out!?" I scream and the frightened lady quickly nods her head while she moves farther away from me.
"I did! I beat him up! My dad figured out I was gay this morning and he punched me and kicked me! He doesn't love me or support me! He's disowning me and I have to leave by the end of this week!And when I got to school I was told that I was hated by Harry from a little ass hole and he beat me up while telling me that Harry will never love me! And I took my anger out on the one who made me this way! I'm a fucking bipolar idiot I took it out on Harry! I took it out on him. And he's going to wake up and forget about me and ignore me because he doesn't need me in his life. He'll get better and fall in love with someone who can treat him right. He'll get married and adopt kids and he will flash his beautiful smile at everyone who walks his way because he is always so positive and deserves the best in life. He's the best in my life and I lost him again."
I'm in tears now and the nurse is in complete silence. I'm an idiot! Why did Zayn's words get to me? I hit my head against hands and sob faintly hoping for this day to end.
"Louis," Judy speaks in a strong voice as she removed my hands from my face. "You had probably one of the worst days of your life today and I want to make it better. I think Harry will understand what you went through today. He is bright enough to know how you're feeling. He's going to the hospital and they want one of the nurses there with him. Which will be me. Would you like to come along and maybe when Harry wakes up you can explain to him what happened?" The kind nurse asks and I nod again wiping the tears that are stained on my red face.
"Come on. I think we are leaving soon. Let's go back inside."
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"You can see him now." The hospital nurse explains to both Judy and I.
We enter the room and My eyes lay on the broken body in front of me. I did this, My mind reminds me. I did this.
Without even noticing it, I am
Standing right next to Harry in his hospital bed. My hand gently strokes Harry's bruising cheek and I lean in to kiss him on the forehead. His face warms up as if it knows that I kissed him and my face burns also forgetting that there is a person watching me.
"S-sorry. I couldn't keep it in," I confess and the nurse lets out a little laugh.
"It's alright. You can kiss him all you want. I won't judge. It reminds me of my son." She gulped while her eyes sadden and I turned to her in curiosity.
"You have a son? Why do we remind you of him?" I ask trying not to sound pushy.
"Well," she smiles. "He was gay. And his name was Luigi. We called him Louie. He would always kiss his boyfriend in front of us like you just kissed Harry. He always had such a fond and a loving face whenever his spouse would speak or do anything in that matter. He married him and they adopted two children. One boy and one girl. They would still look at each other like nothing else mattered. Until..." She pauses and swallows tears that are so obviously clear in her throat.
"Until someone from Lou's work invited Louie over one day about a year ago. Hershel told him not to go because he said it sounded fishy. Louie thought It was for business and he was shot because his colleague found out about his sexual orientation and he was against it. Louie died that day and I can't forgive myself. I miss my little boy."
She cries and takes a tissue out of her purse.
"I'm sorry excuse me." She sobs and stands up to exit the room most likely to calm herself down.
I step in front of her and hug her tight for a minutes crying deeply on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry." I speak into her shoulder in a sobbing mess and she blows her nose with the tissue in her hands.
"It's okay Louis. I still have his children to take care of." She chokes patting my back.
What about Hershel? My head asks her but she is too emotionally unstable for that question.
She releases from the hug and exits the room to get some fresh air. My eyes immediately move to Harry and my face fall into my hands again but I am all out of tears to shed. I float over to the edge of Harry's bed gawking at his flawless features and I begin to beat myself up about the bruises covering his nose.
I stand up and I make my way towards him. My hand feels around my pockets for a specific item that I needed to return. When I finally find the item, I take them out and admire them for a while. His glasses.
I unfold them and I slowly plant them on his face and make sure that the sides go around his adorable little ears. We are an inch apart and I couldn't help but to study his features and memorize every curve and bump on his body.
My eyes move back and forth from his closed eyes and his plush lips. And without hesitation, I lean in and kiss his warm light lips. He shivers a little and I take out an extra blanket that was next to the hospital bed and wrap it around him. I scoot next to him and we share the bed while I try to make him as warm and comfortable as possible.
I kiss him again a few more times and I wrap my arms around him keeping him as close to me as I possibly can.
My eyes soon become heavy and difficult to keep open and before I know it I'm falling into a deep, long sleep.
This chapter is dedicated to LouisSlaysTomlinson and bravery55
