Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 33

"Hey guys." Liam walked in.

"Shhhh!" Louis whispered. They were in the same position as before in the middle of their beds, but Harry's eyelids were relaxed and closed, not tightened.

"Oh, sorry." Liam lowered his voice to a whisper. "Can I sit?" He pointed to a chair in front of the beds. Louis nodded, then smiled.

"Thanks, Li."

"For what?"

"For rescuing me. But... how did you know?"

"Well, that's a long story. But to cut a long story short, Anne got your text, and Niall dug out his ten year old address book, where Harry used to live. We figured that you would've needed help. Anne's speaking to the police now, and is saying it's all self-defense. It's not a complete lie, but we've added in a bit about your dad-"

"He's not my dad."

"Sorry. About him attacking Anne with the pole. So Anne shot."

"Ah okay. I'll let Haz know when he wakes up." He ruffles the chocolatey curls splayed out on his shoulder.

"Good. And about your dad - I mean, you-know-you-"

Louis chuckled. "He's not Voldemort."

"But he's as evil. Anyway, he's been transferred to another hospital, for peace of mind."

"Good. I don't want to hear about him ever again. H...how's my mum...?" Louis' voice turned grave.

"Oh, has no one said?" Louis shook his head. "Your mum's fine. She awake, next door. You'll probably be allowed to see her soon."

"Why did no one tell me?" Louis asked, but Liam hesitated. "Well?"

"They have focused all their attention on Zayn, right now. He took a pretty harsh beating. The doctors reckon he'll make it, though, and if he does there'll be nothing seriously wrong with him, because your brain's either good, or it isn't."

"Right."

"So... if Zayn's x-ray results show no brain damage, then we'll all be outta this shithole in a few days."

"Hello, Mr Tomlinsom." A familiar doctor came in.

"Mr Carter? What're you doing here?" Louis stared at the handsome build - not out of disbelief, but of shock.

"Promotion. Couldn't help asking to be your doctor until you leave. Have you any pain?"

"Um... My arm stings." Louis slightly lifted his right arm to emphasise. There was a rather large gash but sewn up, running from his elbow to just under his shoulder. His short sleeve was not short enough, so in case it stuck to the cut he turned it up.

"Yeah... we'll get you some painkillers."

"Thanks." Just then, Harry stirred. Louis kissed his head in encouragement, letting the curls tickle his face, marveling at how silky they were.

"Hello..." Harry looked up from Louis' shoulder. The image in front of him was blurry, so he had to wait a few seconds for it to come in to focus. The first thing he saw was his beautiful boyfriend's face, making him smile. Then... "Dr Carter-?"

"Promotion." He quickly said. "Any pain?"

"Massive, massive headache. Though not as bad as the morning after my first binge-drinking session..."

This made Louis and the doctor laugh out loud.

"Okay, more painkillers."

"Any news on Zayn?" Louis asked, making Harry frown.