Tell Me You Love Me (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

A/N: Hello again! I'm back. I'm sorry for the late update even though it's only been a few days. I have exams in a week and a half and I have to study and all. Anyway, here''s chapter 3! 

~Monique 

*Harry's POV* (A/N: Didn't see that coming, did you?)

I sigh as I fumble for my keys in my pocket. I've just returned home after spending a couple hours at my best firend, Liam' house. 

I've been thinking about the way I treat Louis lately and it just keeps nagging my mind. I went to Liam because he gives the greatest advice. I swear that boy should be a psychiatrist! Anyway, I've decided that I need to change. To show Louis that I still care. To show him that I still love him.

I still don't get why he puts up with all my shit. I hurt him emotionally and physically, yet he's still there everytime I wake up, everytime I return home and everytime I close my eyes to go to sleep. He gives me everything I want yet I treat him like he's the most worthless thing ever when in reality, he' the most precious thing I have in my life right now. 

Liam thinks I should start by being around him more. That's why I am currently heading back to our apartment. On most Sundays, I normally return home at 6:00. but it's 11:00 am now. Really early. I even stopped at a bakery and picked up some carrot cake for my lovely little carrot king. What that sweet, sexy arse boy loves about carrots has still got me puzzled but it's who he is and I love him just that way. 

I step into the living room after setting the cake on the counter in the kitchen. I wonder if he's still asleep? It doesn't look like he's been down here anytime this morning. 

"Lou-bear?" I call. No answer.

I walk to our bedroom and panic immediately washes over me when I see that he wasn't in bed. Where was he? MMabe he got tired of my shit and decided to leave. I check the closet and drawers to find that all his clothes are still there. I sigh in relief. But, where was he?

The mini panic attack I had had a while ago has left a light sheen of sweat on my face so I go into the bathroom to wash my face off only to be greeted by the sight of my precious gem, lying unconcious on the floor with blood oozing out of his temple.

I drop to my knees and try to shake him awake. Who knows how long he's been lying there like this! What if I had decided to come home late like usual? Oh my god! This can't be happening. I was getting frantic and scared

"Boo, please! Please wake up!" I felt his wrist for a pulse and found it, just barely though. It was so weak. But a pulse was a pulse and it gave me hope. 

I grabbed my phone and dial 999.

"Help, please! My boyfriend's unconcious! I just came home and found him like this! And his head is bleeding. Send someone over now! Quickly," I say in my panicked state. I gave them the address and quickly hang up, turning my attention back to Louis.

"Ok, I've got to administer some form of CPR," I mutter to myself. And that's what I did. I pumped his chest a couple times before giving him mouth-to-mouth. No response. I repeated my actions. No response. I repeated my actions once more and got a faint flutter from his pulse. His pulse started getting stronger but compared to normal pulses, it was still really weak. 

A few minutes later, there is a knock on the apartment door and I rush to it. It was the paramedics. I quickly showed them where Louis was lying in the bathroom and the rolled him off in a stretcher. 

I followed them out and jumped into my Range Rover and followed the ambulance. By this time, a stream of tears was rolling down my face. This is all my fault. If I never went out, I'd have been there sooner. Even helped to prevent whatever happened from happeining! But no! I can't be a bloody good boyfriend and stay with him for once. I was too selfish with my own problems to ever think about the fact that he might be lonely when I'm gone everyday, cheating on him and such.

But I still don't get it. He knows I cheat. He knows I spend the time I should be spending with him with other people. Yet, he's still here. Does he love me that much? I feel like a total dickhead! I don't deserve his love. I don't deserve him. I cry even harder. I'm so stupid! I'm so stupid! I'm so stupid!. 

And that's when I decided for good. Once Louis' better, he's gonna know what it's like to be drowning in love, because I, Harry Styles, vows to never and I mean never let myself or anyone hurt Louis ever again.

I reach the hospital and I rush to the front desk. I tell the lady who I was here for and she gave me some forms to fill out. She told me Louis was in stable conditionin room 431. They had already arrived at the hosptal as the ambulance gets to cut traffic whereas I couldn't. 

After filling out the forms, I gave them back to the lady.

"C-Can I see him," I croak out, my voice hoarse from all the crying.

"I'm sorry, sir but you'll have to wait until the doctor comes and talks to you about Mr. Tomlinson's condition, You can sit over there," she says as she gestures to a  few chairs in the corner of the room, "He'll be here shortly."

I sigh and plop myself down on one of the chairs. A new stream of tears were forming now. He doesn't deserve this. He deserves better. He's too kind-hearted and sweet and it just tears me apart. 

"Erm, Mr. Styles?" I hear a voice say. 

"Yes?" I say, looking up to see a tall, lanky man standing over me.

"I'm Dr. Hugh. I have good news and bad news."

"What is it? Is Lou OK? Can I see him now-"

"Calm down Mr. Styles. You may see him after I tell you the news." I nod, signalling for him to continue. "It seems Mr. Tomlinson has had a severe stomach virus and it took a turn for the first as tests shows that he hasn't been eating. It caused him to vomit blood and it may even cause dizziness which is probably the reason he fell and had a concussion. Now for the good news. He's Ok and wil be out in two days after I prescribe his medication. Just make sure he eats. He'll only get worse if he takes them on an empty stomach."

I sigh in relief. He's OK. My Boobear's Ok.

"You can see him now." I followed Dr. Hugh to Louis' room and he left me there.

Louis was asleep on the hospital bed. He looked so peaceful and adorable which made me cry even harder. Why did I ever hurt him before? I'm such a bad person.

I take his hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry Lou. I love you." I then kissed him on the cheek and settled myself on the chair beside his bed. I want to be here when he wakes. So I can tell him how sorry I am and how much I love him. So I can kill him with love. 

I vow to make Louis Tomlinson the happiest person alive. Even if it kills me.

A/N: I'm sorry this is short but my mom's cursing at me to stop idling and I had a little bit of a block a while ago. I don't know what to think of the story so far. It seems a little cliche. What do you think??

xxMo :)