dear louis; l.s

alt. ending

«singer harry styles fails attempt of suicide, saved and found by friend ed sheeran.»

louis took the first flight to Los Angeles after hearing that, wanting to see him and reassure he was okay.

he took a taxi, not caring where to go. louis asked the driver, that if any casualty he knew where harry was.

the driver erupted in laughter, "obviously i know. my daughter made me drive her there. she couldn't stop crying."

louis nodded, telling him to go to the hospital.

minutes, that felt like hours, later, the driver told him they were already there.

"it would be, twenty dollars." he said, smiling as he waved at a fourteen-years-old girl with merch of harry.

"here, take a few dollars more of the change." louis gave him two 20 dollars bills, being nice and all that shit.

the man smiled at him, and at his daughter again. he then took off, trying not to hurt any fan.

louis walked towards the front of the hospital, saying a few "excuse me"'s and "could you move a bit, please"'s. he received a few dirty glances, and some heart-eye-emoji glances. he shrugged them all off. stepping inside the emergency room.

the security guard told him to move, he said he was harry's cousin. they asked him a few "security" questions and let him in.

walking towards room 237, he thought many times what to say. nothing coming into the poor louis' mind.

he winged it, knocking two times. a red-headed guy he instantly recognized as ed opened the door, "hello? do i know you?"

"i'm l-louis tomlinson, big fan of you." he stuttered, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"oh! you're the louis! come inside." ed smiled, opening the door completely and letting him in.

he saw harry, a smile was plastered in his face.

"louis? is that you? how did you get in?" harry's voice was deep, but soft at the same time. it brought butterflies to louis' tummy.

"i-i told 'em i was your cousin." he chuckled, walking slowly towards the bed in the middle of the room.

"so, i can't kiss you because you're my cousin?" harry joked, coughing a bit for talking too much.

"mhm, you can."

"seriously?"

"seriously."

"thank god, i've been wanting to do it since i first saw you, two years ago."

louis laughed, "shut up, and kiss me you fool."

THE END.