Chapter 9

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I awoke abruptly, just to feel my eyes stinging like I've been crying. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and tried to turn it on, yet, it was dead. I looked at my reflection in the glass. I reached up and touched my eyes softly, they were puffed up and red, exactly how they are after I've cried for hours. My cheeks were stained a pinkish color from what seemed to be tracks from tears running down my cheeks. My throats was dry, as if I've been breathing short breaths and they were dry sobs.

"What even happened last night?" I whispered to myself, my throat hurting as I said the words. I looked around, I was in a hospital bed, an empty room with no machines on, the lights off, and not a single other person in the room.

"Holy shit." I cursed under my breath. I looked around, almost completely freaked out. I got up and out of the bed. I didn't feel any pain when I got up, just a bit wobbly on my feet. I looked out the window, just to see hundreds of people standing there. Waving, screaming, blowing kisses, crying, even a few faint. I looked around confused. I shut the curtain quickly, my mind flashing back to yesterday.

~Flashback~

"No! He can't die! You have to help him!" I shouted at the doctors running the bed into the emergency room.

"He will be fine Sir, just let us do our job." The doctor I yelled at said calmly.

"You can't just tell me to 'be calm'," I mocked him, "he's my fucking boyfriend and my life! Just fucking help him!" I shouted.

"Sir, can you lower your voice. He took a seizure back on your tour bus. He will be fine, but we will have to keep him here for a few weeks. He is going to be really sensitive to movement." The older man said quietly. He turned around and slowly walked to the room they brought Louis into. I ran over to him and pushed him into the room really hard and yelled again.

"Fucking move faster! I can't fucking lose him and you aren't treating fucking fast enough you douche!" I punched the wall, walking away. A few security guards ran over and took my rams and legs and lifted me into the air. I kicked violently, trying to escape their grip. I looked back at the wall where I punched it, a large hole filling up the space.

"Put me down!" I hollered at the guards holding me. They brought me into a room and pushed me onto the bed. They held me down as I was yelling and screaming for them to let go of me.

After about 20 minutes of continuous screaming and kicking, I finally started to calm down.

"Harry, just try to sleep, it will all blow over soon." Paul said to me, walking out of the room. I quickly got out of the bed and started pacing back and forth in the room. I opened the window and let in some fresh air.

My tears kept flowing and flowing, my throat hurting from the screaming and violent sobs shortly after. I sat down on the edge of the bed, crying and crying.

~Flashback over~

I walked back over to the window and opened it slightly, and walked back to the edge of my bed. I sat down and started to cry yet again.

I heard a lock click and a door slowly swing open.

"Are you okay, mate?" I heard Zayn ask behind me. I turned around and exposed my puffy, red eyes. I sniffed and shook my head. Turning back to my earlier position, I put my head into my hands, and let more tears flow.

"I'm so sorry, he will be okay. I promise. Just let time take over." Liam said, coming over and sitting next to me, placing his hand on my back, rubbing small circles to comfort me.

"He will be fine, the doctor who is treating him said that they have to keep him here for a couple weeks just so this won't happen again." Niall said, walking over and sitting on the other side of me. Zayn pulled a chair over and pulled it in front of us. He sat down in it and pulled out his phone.

"It's only 9:48," He said, "They are treating him until 4:00."

I looked down and started fumbling with my hands. "What if he doesn't get 'fully' healed?" I choked out, feeling tears on the brim of my eyes. "What if they can't get him back to full health and they have to keep him here longer?"

"Don't think about that." Liam said, reaching into the bag he brought and pulling out a water. "Have a drink, your throat sounds dry and hoarse."

I took the water out of his hands and took a long sip. The cold water raced down my throat, giving it a feeling of refresh-ness.

"We'll stay with you until we can see him." Niall smiled, grabbing a bag of crisps from Liam's bag. "Anyone want some?" He offered us all. I refused, while Zayn and Liam took a few.

"He'll be alright." Zayn said, pulling on a fake smile.

"I just hope so." I sniffed, letting a single tear fall.

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