"Lovely"

Part Forty One (Louis) & Part Forty One and a Half (Harry)

A/N Hey everyone!! sorry it's been forever since an update. We're getting back into things. Enjoy!! xxx

Part Forty One (Louis)

I'm not entirely sure about how long I was waiting before Harry came into the room. Emma, the nurse, had said that Liam had stopped by for a few minutes, but if that actually happened, I don't really remember it. Right now, all I could think about was Harry. Where was he? Why wasn't he the one that found me when I was hit?

The logical half of my mind would tell me that it was because I'd been hanging around Liam so much, and that essentially I'd pushed Harry away. I'm such an idiot, why would I do that? I love Harry, a whole lot more than I like Liam. Where would I be without Harry, how would this school year have turned out?

Not good, I'll tell you that.

So, it was really only once Harry came into the room that everything started to make sense. His presence alone made my panicked insides breathe a long awaited sigh of relief. Harry made everything better, why on earth had I tried to get rid of him.

"Harry", I sigh, relieved. With a general concern about him, Harry moves himself from the foot of the bed onto the bed itself, his large hands cradling mine. Without making complete eye contact I can see the tears forming in Harry's usually dried out eyes.

"Lou", he breathes, his voice cracking, "Lou.. I'm so sorry. I should've been there, I could've.. I-"

I place my hand on his.

"Harry, there wasn't anything you could've done, honest."

He pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me and letting his hands sit in my hair. After a brief silence, he gulps.

"I could've taken the hit for you."

"Harry-"

He cuts me off. "No, Lou you don't get it."

Finally the tears fall from his eyes. "I'm a lot bigger than you, if it was me it wouldn't have been as bad...if it was me, there wouldn't have been as much damage."

"If it was me..." He chokes, "you wouldn't have been hurt."

At this point I have no idea what to say to him. There are no words, nothing to describe properly how I feel.

With a swallow, a look him straight in the eye.

"But Harry, I would've been."

He looks up, his eyes bearing into mine.

"When you hurt, I hurt. All we can do is be there for each other."

"I love you, Lou." He sobs, "So much."

"I love you more."

Now I can feel myself crying, though I'm not sure what over. However in this moment, I don't think it really mattered. I had my Harry back, and that was really the only important thing.

I run my non-casted hand through Harry's messy hair, whispering gentle words and sweet nothings meant only for his ears. After a few moments, he looked up at me, his eyes soaked with tears.

"I love you most." He breathes, and I feel his trembling hands grasping tighter and tighter to my hands.

When I don't say anything, he continues, forcing composure upon himself, "It's really, really good to see you again Lou, I...I thought you might have been considering leaving me."

My thoughts stop, and my hands freeze up. I hadn't seen Harry in almost a week. Had I really been considering breaking up with hi? No, I suppose not, it was really more of me trying to figure out what I wanted from the relationship.