Broken │Larry Stylinson│(MAJOR EDITING)

First Outing

Harry POV

It's been a couple of days since the bathroom confrontation in between Louis and I. We haven't talked much he even moved out of the apartment we shared. He is probably with Briana right now cuddling on the couch watching some movies.

Today I think is the day I am going to go out and do something with my life. I have been locked in my room in the dark just crying myself to sleep but today I feel like I am ready to come out and do something.

I walked into the bathroom to find shattered glass on the floor. Right I shattered the mirror the night, after Louis and I talked. I tried to avoid the glass but failed it was all over the ground. My palm was covered in shards of glass, I don't feel pain I guess I am too numb to feel pain.

I ignored my bleeding palm and hoped into the shower. I let the water soothe me and release all the stress I had. After my shower I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist and walked into our bedroom. I mean my bedroom since Louis isn't coming back, I grabbed some jeans and a jumper and my boots. As I made my way to the door there is a knock.

I opened the door to find Liam and Niall.

"Hey, mate how you holdin up?" Niall asked. I shrugged my shoulders and opened the door wider so they can walk in.

"Harry, what happened to you hand?" Liam asked as he reached for my hand. I quickly pull away and looked at the floor.

"It's still bleeding, you should go to the hospital." Niall says while breathing heavily. Niall never loved the sight of blood it makes him doozy. Pussy is what he is.

"Hospitals are for babies." my voice came out more of a whisper than I intended it to be. The mention of babies makes me want to cry but there aren't any more tears to be shed.

Liam shook his head and walked towards me picking me up.

"What the Fuck are you doing?" I asked confused. Where the hell Is Liam taking me.

"I am taking you to the nearest Hospital."

"I don't need a Fucking hospital, so let me down." I said while grinding my teeth. Liam shook his head and started walking to his car. He put me in the back and locked the doors. Who the hell invented child security lock?

Niall was right behind him he closed the door to my apartment and hopped into the passenger seat.

The way to the hospital involved me screaming at Niall and Liam for forcing me to go to the hospital. This wasn't my idea of an outing but it's better than being in a dark room crying. We walked to the front desk where the nurse told Liam, Niall, and I to follow her.

She led us into a little room, I sat on the patient chair and looked around the room examining the decorations. I was interrupted from my deep concentration to the noise of Niall eating. Liam and I looked at Niall.

"I get hungry when I'm nervous." Niall said shoving a brownie in his mouth and throwing the wrapper into the trash bin across the room. He mises which is no surprise Niall is no athlete.

"Are you going to put it in the bin?" Liam asked. Niall shook his head.

"You see if it wanted to be in the bin it would have made it in the bin. Who am I to move it?" Niall said sitting down on a chair crossing his arms. Liam rolled his eyes and got up to pick up Niall's trash.

The doctor walks in and examines my hand then my other. He removes the glass with his special tools. I then get up be he stop me and makes me sit down again. What is it now?

"You can't go yet, I examined your other arm and I believe you fractured your arm." He says. How is my other arm fractured? I think it happened when I slammed my fist into the mirror. I also may have made a hole in the wall but that's not important.

"Do you have a color in mind for your cast?" The doctor said. I shrugged my shoulders and focused on my feet.

"OOh OOh get the blue cast, wait no get the red, no no the black yes." Niall said hopping up and down. I ended up getting green and red.