Oblivion [H.S.]

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The night went, and Harry didn't get any sleep at all. His eyes were tired and outworn, but his mind was too awake to be sleeping. All these scary thoughts were craving for attention, hitting Harry harder and harder for every passing hour that went by. Lana was still sleeping in his arms. Harry's mother had called him right after Lana had fallen asleep and she said that she was waiting outside for Lana to come, but Harry didn't want to let her go. He needed her there with him. She was a shining distraction that, for only a moment, made Harry's evil thoughts go away. And that small moment was very needed.

As the early morning sun started to rise, Sophia's family and friends started coming back from their supposedly sleep. They all smiled carefully at Harry, wanting so bad to hug him and comfort him and talk to him, but they knew that Harry didn't want that yet. He wasn't ready.

They started to get really impatient. The doctors still hadn't told them anything, which really worried them. Whenever a doctor went pass them, they quickly looked up to them, hoping they were there to tell them that Sophia was perfectly fine and she would be able to come home very soon. But they never did.

Harry's eyes met a familiar pair of blue ones. He smiled sadly and stood up to give his best friend a hug. Louis gave him a half-heartedly smile and wrapped his arms around the fragile boy. They hugged for a while, Louis rubbing Harry's back soothing, and Harry struggling to keep his eyes dry. Louis pulled away from the hug.

"So, I'm not gonna ask if you are okay, because you're obviously not, so I'll just say; screw the doctors for not telling you anything, they suck, aaand, I'm here for you now, so it'll be alright. You can cry like a pussy on my shoulder like I know you can, if you feel for it, and I can make those annoying people go away if they are bothering you, sounds good, yeah?"

Harry managed to chuckle and crack a grin at Louis. Louis was always like that. He didn't treat Harry like a little fragile kitten when things like that happened, unlike the others. Louis was real, and when life hit him hard, he hit life hard back, he didn't give in to the sadness, he embraced it and punched it in the face. Harry had always wished he was like that, but he wasn't, and he never would be either. It was too different from how he really was.

Louis nodded and smiled. "Great. Now, let's go get you a coffee, you look horrendous, mate."

Harry shook his head and smiled, following the boy who had his arm wrapped around his waist considering he was shorter than Harry. That was something Louis had always been annoyed by; Harry was taller than him. Then again, who weren't? Louis hated being so small, although apparently his friends and family found it cute and kind of ironic since his personality didn't quite fit with the size of the boy. Even girls found it "adorable", as they put it.

They got their coffee and Harry went over to go sit where he now had been sitting for 24 hours. Louis grabbed his arm.

"No, no, no, you are not sitting there one more second. I swear to God you're gonna grow into that chair and become a part of it if you sit there any longer," he said and dragged Harry with him to a more comfortable couch nearby. Harry's mother had called Louis and told him that Harry had been sitting on the same chair, in the same position, the entire time.

He sat down and patted the couch for Harry to come and sit down next to him. He reluctantly sat down carefully, trying not to spill coffee everywhere.

"Comfortable, yeah?" Louis said and smiled, taking his arm up on the top of the couch.

Harry nodded, actually finding pleasure in the soft couch, it being nicer to his butt than the hard chair.

"Look, I'm really sorry I couldn't be here sooner, Haz, the plane got delayed and-"

"I know, Louis. You told me over the phone."