Outing Larry

Chapter 32 (Part 3)

A/N HEY GUYS FINALLY I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER. I AM SO SORRY I HAVE BEEN AWAY FOR SO LONG. AFTER SEEING THE BOYS LIVE TWICE IN LONDON, I WAS HAVING WITH DRAWL SYMPTOMS AND I COUNDN'T FUNCTION PROPERLY OR CONCENTRATE. THEY WERE SO AMAZING LIVE! I WISH I COULD SEE THEM AGAIN! ALSO THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU WHO WERE KIND ENOUGH TO SEND ME MSGS ASKING ABOUT THE STORY. YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING. THANK YOU SO MUCH. SO THIS IS CHAPTER 32 PART 3 AND YES THERE WILL BE CHAPTER 32 PART 4 AS I AM NOT DONE WITH THIS PART YET SO IT HAD TO GO INTO 4 PARTS. ANYWAY I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE THIS CHAPTER. SORRY IF IT SUCKS A LITTLE. I JUST NEED TO GET MY HEAD BACK INTO WRITING. LOVE YOU ALL HEAPS.

The automatic doors leading into the emergency unit slid open silently,letting in a gust of cold wind and rain. Jeff rushed in drenched,scanning the waiting room until his eyes fell on Harry, crumpled in a blue plastic chair between Gemma and Niall, his head resting against the wall, his eyes closed. Jeff ran over to him, stopping just inches away from him.

'How is he?' he asked Gemma quietly not wanting to wake Harry, his voice worried. Harry opened his eyes and raised his head. Niall moved a chair and let Jeff sit next to him.

'Jeff,'Harry croaked. His throat was dry and it hurt to speak. Harry cleared his throat but it burned, like his throat was full of burning nails.He figured it was from all the screaming and the crying he had done when he had found Louis.

'I came as soon as I heard Harry. How is Louis? And how are you holding up?' Jeff's concerned voice distracted Harry from the horrible images imprinted in his mind that kept playing up behind his eyelids each time he closed his eyes. Still, at the mention of Louis' name,Harry's eyes filled with tears. He bit his lower lip and stared down at his feet. Gemma sighed, feeling her chest ache at seeing her brother cry again. She gently rubbed his back lovingly.

'We know nothing yet,' she told Jeff. 'They have been in there for ages now.' Jeff ran a hand through his wet hair. He wanted to ask what had happened to Louis because he had only been told that he had been rushed to hospital, but he knew that it wasn't a good idea to bring it up in front of Harry. He looked broken to bits. Jeff wanted to comfort him but he didn't know how or what to say to him. This was about Louis! And if Louis was in a bad state, there was no comforting Harry.

The sound of a door opening brought all their heads around to face the door leading into the area Louis had been taken into earlier. They saw nurse Abbie walking towards them. Gemma looked at Harry and saw that he was looking at the nurse, his eyes wide and wet and expectant. She walked towards him and smiled sympathetically at him.She didn't know why but this young man with his endearment and teary eyes had captured her heart.

'How are you Harry?' she asked him kindly. Harry swallowed, his dry throat burning.

'How is he?' he asked her in no more than a whisper. It was all he could afford from his raw throat. His eyes searched her face, trying to decipher what she knew. Abbie crouched down before Harry and looked up into his pale face.

'Harry they are still working on Louis. He had a high amount of alcohol in his system and the pills he took, it was a great amount but they are doing the best they can for him okay. He is in good hands. Don't worry. How are you holding up? I need to check your blood pressure okay.' Harry just stared through her and barely shrugged. Gemma pulled up the sleeve of his tee shirt as Abbie took his blood pressure. He just sat there looking vacant, his red eyes leaking tears of their own accord. After a few minutes, Abbie stood up.