Make You Mine(H.S.)

Relax

"Mr. Styles please say something!"

"SHUT THE F*CK UP," I roared, rattling the windows in the room. The nurse or whoever was trying to get me to respond scurried out of the room and slammed the door shut.

"Jesus mate," someone chuckled in the corner of the room.

"Louis?" I coughed and slowly opened my eyes again.

Laila's POV

"So you're ready to go?"

"All set. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I sighed.

"Well if that's all you've got, I'll take it," Louis chuckled.

"So as long as Liam is busy working you in his little office, he won't notice how much time has passed and where you are?"

"Correct."

"This had better work."

Louis was in position to head out the door and I had just shut down the general security so the alarms wouldn't go off and disturb Liam when he left.

The camera's inside Liam's office showed no signs of him moving any time soon and that made my job a little easier.

Louis was gone by the time I looked at the cameras in front of the house and I quickly got to work shutting down the entire system.

Louis' POV

I hurried down to the end of the dirt driveway and unlocked the large gate at the front that shielded the house.

If Liam was busy working, it'd only be for a couple hours. Since my location wouldn't notify him on his phone, he would assume I hadn't left the house yet.

After hailing down a taxi, I asked them to take me to the closest pay phone. I quickly dialed Harry's number and was confused when it went to voicemail.

I punched in the numbers again and an unfamiliar voice answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Harry?"

"No, this is the coroner. Does this happen to be Louis Tomlinson?"

"It is," I answered worridly.

"How close are you to the nearest hospital in Italy?"

"Probably 5 minutes."

"You'd better get down here, it's pretty messy."

I hung up the phone and sprinted down the street after the taxi I got out of and practically flew into it when the driver stopped.

"Take me to the nearest hospital!" I gasped.

I ran through the emergency door and up to the desk where a nurse was typing feverishly.

"Harry Styles, where is he?" I asked and she looked up at me.

"Tomlinson?"

"Yeah that's me."

"Room 217."

I sped down the hall, relieved that she didn't give me directions to where the coroner was located. As soon as I spotted room 217 I stopped abruptly and slowly opened the door.

Harry was lying on the bed, pale and unconscious. There were various tubes sticking out of him and his breathing was barely noticeable.

I noticed a cast on his arm and a large gash across his forehead.