From Fame To Blame ∞ l.s

Chapter Thirty Nine

[A/N]; Okay, so there will be approximately around 3-5 chapters left, loves. Major character death may be an option, who knows. Well, I do, but meh. I also think that this story is WAYYYYY too rushed and like.. Yeah. I just don't like it and I really don't know where this story is going..

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Harry and Cara had been driving for about two and a half hours, so they were halfway there to Manchester where Louis is currently stationed. Harry fell asleep whilst they drove via road M6, his silenced snores emitting throughout the car.

Cara carefully shook Harry, nudging his elbow like the menace she is; "Harry, love. Wake up." she tried, but it didn't seem to work. So she tried another method.

"HARRY, TRUCK INCOMING!" Cara practically yelled, wiggling in her seat as she screamed frantically.

Harry brought his arms his head, screaming like a little schoolgirl, "I'm too young to die!"

Cara laughed loudly as she moved her hand to his elbow, resting her palm against it, patting it. "I was joking you dolt."

Harry shakily put his arms down and glared directly at Cara, wiping his eyes and pouted.

"Oh my god. Did I make you cry?"

"No. No, you didn't." Harry lied, gritting his teeth as he still glared at Cara.

"I so did!" Cara cheered triumphantly, moving her arms around like a maniac.

Harry quickly brought his hands to the steering wheel, firmly grasping onto the black leather circle.

Cara rolled her eyes to the left, sighing; "I'm not going to let you die, Hawweh."

Harry didn't respond, he just seated himself properly again and crossed his arms across his chest.

Minutes passed by and neither of the two had spoken to each other. They just listened to the engine and the cars passing by. Harry looked out in the horizon, sighing.

"Do you think he's okay?" He spoke, admiring the beautiful landscape.

"Who?" Cara asked, glancing quickly towards Harry.

Harry slowly turned his head 180 degrees so he could look at Cara. He had a small smile plastered upon his face as he spoke, and Cara knew it was a false smile.

"Lou," he said, fidgeting with his rings and then he brought his hands down across his face, sighing; "do you think he's alright, I mean?"

"Yes, Harry. I am one hundred and eighty percent sure that Louis is okay." Cara said carefully, laying absolutely no thick tone in her voice.

Beep, beep.

Something vibrated in Harry's pocket, he frowned and then shoved his hand into the pocket, wrapping his slender fingers around the device, he clicked the home button, seeing there was a message.

From: Mum

Harry, love. Are you okay? Please ring me once you've seen him. Mum x

Harry smiled faintly, running a hand through his hair as he typed with his thumb skillfully.

To: Mum

Yes mum. I am alright. I'm worried though. I'll call you when I'm done there .xx

"Was it Anne?" Cara asked, looking at me briefly before focusing on the trafficked road again, her hands gripping at the steering wheel.

"m'yeah, it was. She asked how I was and that I should call her when we're done," Harry looked out the window, admiring the road and the people in the bypassing cars as they drove.

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Harry had fallen asleep once again, his forehead calmly rested against the window as Cara parked in the parking lot. She moved her hand to his shoulder, rubbing it softly; "Harry, we're here."

Harry groaned before his eyes opened swiftly, wriggling in his seat as he tried to unbuckle the seat belt. "Louis, oh my God, I'm coming!" he finally succeeded at unbuckling the belt, jolting out of the car, the door almost hitting the car that was parked beside them.

Harry sprinted towards the hospital's two glass front doors, Cara following behind him. They stormed past the glass barricades, heading straight to the reception.

"Louis! Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson! What room is he in?" Harry panted as he skeptically spoke with a raised voice, terrified.

The lady frowned and turned a page in her book, glancing up at Harry, "Sorry, sir. We can not give any information about Louis Tomlinson's location, unless you're his family or anything alike-"

"I'm his boyfriend, God damn it!" Harry yelled, echoing throughout the whole reception. He blinked before muttered a defeated "please".

"Room 317, sir." the lady with wide eyes had tossed her book aside as she typed something in on her laptop infront of her.

Harry told Cara to stay in the reception and wait for him, then he ran.

Filled with hope.