(Louis' POV)
I woke up in a rather weird place. It's all white. Why am I hooked up to machines? Why is my knee killing me?! And why is there a person laying on me?? I've seen that head of curls before.
"H-harry?" I ask, confused on what's going on.
"Mm?" He says very tiredly.
"Hazza, wake up. Where are we?" I ask, shaking him a little.
"M'hospital." He mumbles, still trying to force himself awake.
"HOSPITAL? WHY AM I IN THE HOSPITAL????" I yell, causing Harry to open his eyes wide and fall off the bed.
"Ouch!" He says rubbing his head and standing up.
"Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry." I say feeling bad now.
"S'ok." He says sitting down on the chair next to my bed and yawns.
"So... What happened?" I ask again.
"You were playing football, a man on the other team ran into you knee. And you ended up tearing some ligaments. And the doctors put you through a little surgery to move you kneecap back into place and what not." Harry says, while holding my hand. The memories of the football match come flooding back into my mind. There was only 5 minutes left by the time I had been taken down.
"Wait, so... Who won?" I ask, getting a little frightened now.
"Your team won. Liam was pretty pissed about the whole thing and he ended up making the winning goal." He says smiling a little.
"Good Lad, Good Lad." I say, a smile growing onto my face. I knew I could always count on Liam.
"Yeah." Our conversation was then cut short by the doctor walking in. It was a lady.
"Hi there, Louis. How are you feeling? I'm Dr. Styles, but you can call me Anne." She says giving me and Harry a sweet smile. Dr. Styles? She looks a lot like Harry, are they related??
"I'm fine. In a lot of pain actually. A-are you and Harry.." I say, my thoughts traveling off, not knowing what to ask.
"Related? Yes. I'm his mum." She says, finishing my sentence.
"Oh, what a great way for me to meet your mum..." I mumble.
Harry just giggled.
"So, I have some good and bad news. What would you like first Louis?" She asks.
"Um... Bad news. Get it done and over with? AM I DYING?" I Asked over exaggerating.
"Ha, thankfully no. You're not. But... Seeing your past records with knee injuries... You're no longer aloud to play Football... If you get hurt one more time, it could cause permanent damage to your knee. And we don't want that." She says giving me a reassuring smile.
"W-what..? B-but... Football is my life. I'm team captain!!" I say as tears begin to brim my eye lids and my stomach drops.
"I know... I'm sorry. But... The good news is that you can go home today. You can ride back on the bus with your team. But you'll need to sit in your own seat and rest your knee on the seat." She says.
"I... Alright..." I say looking down, letting the tears fall. There's no point in arguing, there's nothing I can do about this. I feel Harry entwine our finger, squeezing my hand a little.
"You'll be alright, Lou."
Harry's mum cleared her throat awkwardly and said, "One of your teammates, Liam I believe. Dropped you off a pair of clothes. Once you're dressed I'll have Harry help you into a wheel chair and help you to your bus. All your fees are taken care of by the Football comity, since this happened during a tournament. Your team and bus are already here waiting for you. Come on Harry, let's give him some privacy to change." She says pulling Harry away from me.
(Harry's POV)
"So, you and him?" My mum asks after we've exited Louis room, raising her eyebrow.
"Course not mum. We're just friends." I lied. Well, not really a lie. Considering we are still "Just Friends" Since neither of us has popped the question.
"Then why were you holding his hand? And I saw you guys cuddling in his bed." She says giving me a stern look.
"Mum, I was comforting him. Football is the most important thing to him. Sorry for trying to be a good friend." I say getting annoyed.
"Whatever. Make sure you STAY friends. You know how I feel about fags, Harold. I will NOT let my son become one." She says storming away. I groan and pull at my hair in frustration.
I knocked on Louis door and hear a muffled "Come In."
"Are you ready?" I ask, Louis while walking in with the wheel chair.
"I guess..." He says, his eyes that are usually a bright blue are now a dull grey. I hate seeing him like that.
"Ok.." I wish I could make him feel better... I walk over to him, and help him into the wheel chair slowly. Saying a sorry every time he flinched in pain. After he was sitting in the chair, I gave him a sweet kiss on the forehead, causing him to smile. Then I pushed him out of the room and down to the waiting room where his team was.
After getting everything settled on the bus, I gave Louis a small hug and kiss on the lips goodbye. While some of the guys on his team aww'd and others just looked away awkwardly.
"Text me okay?" I ask after the kiss.
"Always do." He smiles. I lean down and kiss him one more time. And at that moment I realized that I was in-love with Louis Tomlinson.
"I love you." I blurted out on accident after the kiss.
"I love you too." Louis said not hesitating or miss a beat in his wording. I gave him a huge smile.
Then Liam had to come and interrupt us.
"Come on love birds. We've got to get going." He says helping Louis onto the bus.
We mouthed a bye to each other and I just stood there and watched the bus drive away, then after it was gone, I started to walk to my car and go back home.
Did he really mean that he loved me, the way I love him..?
