To Write Love on His Arms (a Larry Stylinson fanfic)

Chapter Sixteen

After I had seen the figure last night, a doctor came in telling Louis and I that visiting hours were over. Leaving me alone in a room for the rest off the night, wondering who that could have been standing outside my door. Automatically I thought of the paparazzi. If they were the ones that had heard that conversation, not only would my secret about the mental hospital be out, but my secret about being with Louis would be out too. A double whammy for me, only hours after I woke up from a coma I was in for three days. With all the thinking I did last night, I only managed to get a total of three hours sleep, something my main doctor keeps getting angry with me about today.

As soon as I woke up today from my short slumber, I began asking my doctors and nurses if anyone was in the waiting room for me. The first few times they had told be that visiting hours hadn't started yet, and that I should go back to sleep. But, I really am unable to fall back asleep with my mind wrapped around something as serious as my biggest secrets possibly getting out.

Currently the time is 8:32 in the morning and I am pretty sure that visiting hours began thirty-two minutes ago. However, my doctors keep telling me they begin at ten, which I really don't believe. They are probably telling me that so I can get more sleep but that is not about to happen.

So another half hour passes by, and now the doctors give in. My main doctor told me that I have two young men ready to come see me. Which I am now waiting for to come into my room.

When the guys come into the room, which are Louis and Niall, they come in running and freaking out. Niall runs over to me throwing a newspaper on my lap.

"Harry you will not believe what is on the cover of the Sun!" Louis says as he runs over to my bed sounding both completely nervous and scared.

I grab the paper off of my lap and read what is causing Louis and Niall to be so nervous. Right on the front cover of the Sun in big white letters is "Popstar Harry Styles has been admitted to a mental hospital for being gay? Read page 25 for the full story" along with a picture of me in my hospital bed.

Shit.

Frantically I turn to the page that the full story is on so I can see what has been leaked to the public about me.

"Harry Styles (19), member of One Direction, has admitted to being committed into a mental hospital a few years ago for problems with depression and self harm. The young popstar has also admitted to being a relationship with his bandmate Louis Tomlinson (21), who has for the last couple of years been speculated do be his boyfriend. Harry had been okay for the last few years until he suffered a relapse a few days ago, and ended up in the hospital in coma from severe blood loss due to a deep cut he made. But don't worry, Harry has been said to be awake now and is scheduled to be out in enough time for the beginning of the European tour of One Directions 'Take Me Home Tour' which is set to begin in only three days. We hope all is fine with Harry now, and wish that he has a speedy recovery."

My heart feels like it completely stopped as I read that article. My two biggest secrets have been leaked to the whole world, and it was most likely by the person that was standing in the doorway last night. Whoever that was is definatly going to being their ass kicked by me as soon as I get all these fucking wires detached from my body.

"Harry, what the fuck are we going to do about this?" Niall asks me as he takes the newspaper out of my hands.

"I don't know! It's not like I'm some fucking expert on this shit! Modest is probably going to kill me anyway!" I scream at Niall. I didn't mean to snap at him, but how can I possibly remain calm at a time like this?

"Haz, Modest has already called. They need you to be present at the meeting later. So be ready to get out of the hospital in at most twenty minutes. Simon called and talked to your doctors already, which was interesting considering that your doctors said they wanted you to stay for another day, but Simon ordered them to let you out or he would be suing them. I tried to get him to listen to your doctors, since they know what's best for you. But, Simon just yelled at me and started a fight in which I knew I couldn't win. I'm sorry baby, I'm just as scared as you are" Louis says as he starts crying once again near me.

Every tear that rolls down his perfectly sculpted face makes my heart break even more. Plus knowing that my problems are the cause of his crying, makes me hurt even more. He's my everything and I am the asshole causing him to cry.

"Lou, please stop crying. It's going to be alright, just want and see. I promise it will be okay" I say pulling him into my arms the best I can with the wires and tubes still on me. This is something that is extremely rare for us, me comforting him. It's always the opposite, he's always comforting me after he is sent away from me by our managers.

"You promise?" he asks as his tears hit my hospital gown, creating a wet spot.

"I promise" I say in response, truly not sure if everything will be alright. But with the way my life goes, it's probably going to be taking a turn for the worst.

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