You Found Me (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 18

A/N: Okay, so I'm going to hide now because you are all going to want to kill me after this chapter. I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THIS. I honestly don't even know how this happened...

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"Wake up darling, we need to leave soon. Harry?" I carefully poked the sleeping boy's cheek.

" 'm tired." He grumbled, rolling away form me.

"Then you can sleep in my office, but right now you need to get up and get dressed."

Harry swore at me under his breath, earning a glare from me, before finally getting up. I slipped on a navy blue button up shirt and khaki capris with my navy blue toms. When I met Harry downstairs he was dressed in a simple green T-shirt and dark wash jeans with white converse.

He didn't look up from his cereal when I entered the kitchen. I brushed it off and grabbed myself a granola bar, quickly kissed his cheek, then went into the living room to search for my keys. After I found them, I yelled for Harry to come to the car. He walked slower than normal but I reasoned it was just because we had been up late the night before making love.

I climbed into the drivers side and started the engine, hoping it would warm up soon. It was early January, yet it was still freezing outside. I glanced at Harry and worry coursed through me. He had pulled his feet onto the seat with him and was curled into a ball. He was shivering violently and his face had paled excessively.

I grabbed his bicep gently and his eyes fluttered open. His eyes were hazy and distant, like he was looking past me instead of at me. In that instant I knew something wasn't right.

"What's wrong?"

Harry winced as if I had screamed at him and he yanked his arm away from me. I was hurt, worried, angry, sad, and scared all at the same time. I hadn't the slightest clue what was happening to my curly haired boy. All I knew was that it couldn't be good.

"I'm fine." He rasped weakly.

"No, you're not fine. Come on, let's get you back inside."

I hurriedly walked around to Harry's door and yanked it open. His head rolled weakly towards me and he muttered something incoherent. I pulled him out of the car gently and pulled his arm over my shoulder, then I put my other arm around his waist for extra support. He wasn't even trying to walk, so I nudged him forward with the arm that was around his waist.

"Harry please." I begged, feeling even more scared with every second that passed.

Harry shuffled forward a few steps before stopping completely and going limp. Luckily, I caught him before he hit the ground. I snatched him up and laid him in the backseat as quickly and carefully as possible. My heart was beating a mile a minute in my chest and my head felt like it was going to explode. I kept glancing back at him as I drove to the nearest hospital. I couldn;t believe he had just fainted in my arms. It didn't make any sense, he was perfectly fine the day before. When I pulled into the parking lot, I plucked Harry from the backseat, and raninto the building shouting for help.

Nurses were at my side in seconds and one of them called for a stretcher. I didn't want to let go of Harry, so by the time they managed to pry him from my grip, I was sobbing. I somehow managed to explain to them what happened and then they wheeled Harry away from me and into an examination room to be looked at.