Coming Out Of My Shell (And The Closet)~ Larry Stylinson

Chapter Seven

*Harry's POV*

I faded into awareness when a soft voice was talking.

My eyes felt heavy, so I didn't try to open them. Seeing his face wouldn't help.

"Harry, wake up. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. Wake up." Louis sobbed, clutching my hand

My other arm felt.. splintered. And painful. And whatever was on it was too tight.

"Harry, I know you probably hate me. You have every right to, but just wake up. Please."

"Not like I'm dead or anything." I pulled my hand away and kept my eyes closed.

"Harry. Harry. Look at me, goddammit! Harry, I was wrong. I admit it. Now, please. Just show me you're still there."

I cracked an eye open and looked to my arms. One had an IV connected to it. The other was in a cast.

Smooth, Harry. That'll drive the girls wild.

Actually, it could get me extra female attention. I could play the incapable card. They'd be all over it. I could have girls begging to feed me. That was ridiculous. Probably true, though.

Louis let out a breath and I looked over, opening both eyes.

His blue eyes searched mine and he bit his lip nervously, making some of the pink skin turn whiter.

I rolled my eyes and took his hand again, gently making circles with my thumb. He looked down at the IV, and winced.

"It's not as bad as it looks." I said softly

My head felt like it was splitting open and my stomach churned. Stupid hangover.

"I hate needles. " Louis replied, looking away.

"I know. "

"Do you need anything?" Louis looked at me again

"Well, maybe some stronger drugs for my headache, but I was drunk, so I probably don't deserve those. Maybe some juice?" I smiled

"Okay. Be right back." Louis stood up

"No. Don't leave. " I kept my hold on his hand

"I was just going to-"

"Get Liam or Niall to do it if you need to. But I want you here."

He nodded and stepped out into the hall.

He was back a few minutes later, my juice in hand, and the boys right behind him.

"Harry, you're banned from drinking. You hurt yourself whenever you do." Zayn informed me

"Remember at Matt's party last year? Harry was pissed drunk and decided it was smart to go skinny dipping in the pool and nearly brained himself on the tile!" Niall laughed

"That wasn't funny. I could've died!"

"No you wouldn't have. Besides, only us and Cher saw you pull that stunt, and Cher could care less, so no harm no foul. Not like you're naked on the cover of a tabloid or something." Zayn threw me a bag

I caught it with my free hand and looked at Zayn.

"A paper bag? Aww, you shouldn't have."

"Hush up. Its Nandos. Niall insisted we get you some."

"Thanks Niall. " I grinned over at my Irish friend, who grinned back

"You feeling alright, Harry?" Liam asked