The Moment I Knew (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 11

Harry's POV

When I woke up, I nearly vomited from the pain in my head. I would have legitimately vomited if I had had much in my stomach.

I opened my eyes to a slight squint and saw Felix sitting by my bed.

"You're up," he said quietly, playing with my fingers, "I'm going to go tell the nurses."

"What the hell happened?" I mumbled.

Felix opened the door and slipped out, only to return a moment later. He came back to sit next to me.

"You had an extremely severe panic attack, basically. You started to hyperventilate and you lost oxygen to your brain, so you passed out. You also have a nasty cut on your forehead from banging it off the sink," he explained.

A nurse bustled in.

"Mr. Styles! We were beginning to wonder if you'd ever wake up!" she said cheerfully.

Felix tensed beside me and I squeezed his hand with the fingers that he held.

"S' Harry," I corrected.

I hated when they called me 'Mr. Styles'. It sounded stupid to be calling a nineteen-year-old 'Mr.' anything.

"Right, Harry. What I need you to do is just sit up. Take it easy, you hit your head pretty hard," she cautioned.

I scowled and sat up quickly. Then I realized that I should have taken her advice. My head spun and little lights flickered at the edge of my vision.

"We need to test you to make sure that you don't have a concussion," she said, "Can you walk?"

I took my time standing up and Felix grabbed my waist to support me. We made our way down to the medical section of the facility.

I sat for what felt like hours, answering questions, getting a light shined into my eyes and stitches in my forehead.

It turned out that I, in fact, did not have a concussion.

I walked past a mirror and winced. My forehead was black and blue with a newly stitched cut stretching from the center to the right and ending at my hairline,

I was made to get a snack and Felix and I headed back to our room so that I could rest.

I automatically crawled into his bed with him as I bit into the banana.

"I'm really sorry for what I said earlier. I feel horrible for making you have an attack that bad," he said softly.

The guilt was prominent in his voice.

"S' not your fault, really. It was more because I just felt so out of control in my life. Like I can't make my own decisions anymore. I just kinda lost it after that. What happened after I passed out?" I asked.

Felix sighed heavily.

"I remembered that I had a key to the bathroom for situations just like that. Like in case you were throwing up or hurting yourself and I needed to get in. Anyways, I found you on the floor with blood all over your face and you weren't really breathing, so I gave you CPC," he said.

"You know CPR?" I asked.

"No. I kind of made it up as I went along. But it worked!" he admitted, smiling slightly.

I grinned back.

"I'm sorry too, you know, for scaring you. Don't give me that look, Felix, I know that I scared you," I said.

"Yeah, I guess you did. I just...you should have heard yourself. I didn't know if you were actually choking on something or not. And then there was this really loud thunk when I think you fell and hit your head. I was really worried that you'd found something to hurt yourself with too," he admitted.