Trying to be Superman

Chapter 11

**Authours note: This is a really short chapter and I'm sorry about that and about how long it took me to update. I had awful writers block but here you go! A lorry is a semi truck! **

Harry walked into the flat to see Louis standing at the counter reading a note that had been left sitting on the counter. Harry pressed his body against Louis’ bum and read over his shoulder. ‘I hope Hazz is okay. See you soon, Eleanor.’ Harry felt himself tense and he stepped back, then realizing how he was overreacting he smacked Louis bum  hard enough for Louis to suck in a breath.

“Damn it Styles,” Louis growled turning around to wrap his short arm around Harry’s waist. Louis pulled Harry into him and held him tightly.  

“Harry, I love you.” Louis whispered into his boyfriends soft curls. Harry smiled, his jealousy gone as he heard the words he loved the most.

“IloveyoutooBoobear, but I’mexhausted,”Harrywhined, pullingout of Louis’ arms and stumbling over to the couch and flopping down. Louis walked over and leaned down to kiss Harry’s forehead before pulling a blanket up over Harry’s long, lanky body. Louis felt his phone buzz softly and he pulled it out of the borrowed shorts his still wore.

“I was wondering when a good time to go grab coffee would be? -El” Louis felt a smile creep across his face as his thumbs flew across the keyboard.

“How about now?” Harry let out a soft snore, and Louis knew it would be a good time, turning the younger boy grabbed his sweater and slid his feet into his vans.

“I love you Hazza,” He whispered, before closing the front door, the small boy walked down to his car, looking down at his phone.

“Sounds great, meet you there?”

“Of course! Can’t wait to actually talk.”

“Yeah, that was strange of Harry. I’ve never seen him react like that.” With that message from Eleanor, Louis froze, his hand on the door handle. She was right, Harry never got mad, well almost never. Before Louis could think too hard about the incident, he decided it would just be better to go. As the older boy left the flat he felt his stomach flip and flop this way and that, he was nervous, but why? Louis climbed into the car, sitting down with a grimace, as pain shot through his bum. As Louis pulled out of the parking lot, he swept his hair to the side, and checked to make sure nothing was stuck in his teeth, then froze what was he doing? This wasn’t a date. It was just friends, right? Louis loved Harry now, right? Yes, of course. Then why was Louis so excited to go see Eleanor. Beep. Louis grabbed his phone and opened the message from the brunette girl he was on his way to.

“I’m here Lou.” Louis smiled at his phone and began replying to the message.

“I’m on my way-” As Louis typed this message, he didn’t realize he was pulling up to a red light, and he wasn’t slowing down at all. As the small car started it’s way through the four way it was slammed by a lorry going the other way. The lorry, which was carrying copies of the boys’ CD’s ironically enough, came screeching to a stop, with the black car smashed up against it’s grill. Smoke was pouring out of the car that was supposed to house the small boy, and Louis could hear sirens in the distance. He felt a warm liquid running down his face and tried to reach up to wipe it aside, he didn’t want his hair to be ruined for his meeting with El. That’s when the pain registered with him and a scream bubbled up his throat to escape his lips, Louis’ clenched his teeth, trying to hold back more shrieks of pain that he could feel coming up just like vomit, and he wasn’t able to hold them back. The sirens got louder and louder, and Louis felt his head pound in pain.

“Turn them off! Turn them off!” He screamed, all he wanted was for the noise to stop.

“THERE’S SOMEONE IN THE CAR!!” He heard the female voice, it was yelling out, and Louis reacted with sarcasm. The metal in front of Louis’ grey-blue eyes moved aside as the jaws of life ripped through the congealed car that trapped the boy inside.

“It’s okay! We’re going to get you out of there!” The voice was soft, and comforting and Louis relaxed, the pain in his body had turned into a blur it wasn’t as focused, just all over.

“Get Harry....” Louis whispered as his vision went black and the pain engulfed him.

Back at the flat Harry slept soundly, until he sat up suddenly. Everything looked weird, the entire world had a green tinge to it and it reminded Harry slightly of what things looked like after swimming in chlorine for a long time. Harry’s large hand reached to grab the remote to the tele and he turned it on, news.

“Boy-bander Louis Tomlinson pronounces his love for long time girlfriend Eleanor Calder with a promise ring.” Harry felt his jaw drop and his throat close, just barely allowing him to choke out one word.

“No-” He switched the channels just to hear worse news.

“Louis Tomlinson engaged to girlfriend Eleanor Calder on top of The Eiffel Tower, wedding to come soon.” Harry screamed, and tried to pry his green orbs from the tele but couldn’t.

“Louis Tomlinson and wife, Eleanor Calder to have son soon, the happy couple announces.” Bile wormed it’s way up Harry’s throat as tears wore their way down Harry’s face. This was impossible, how could this all be happening? What had happened? How long had Harry slept. Had he really lost Louis? Forever. Just as the vomit made it’s way to Harry’s mouth he sat up abruptly. It was a dream. Sweat had formed a layer around Harry concealing him in it like a cocoon. He sat up and shoved the blanket off of him, the remote sat almost mockingly on the table right in front of him and he grabbed it turning the tele on.

“Terrible accident just occurred, we still don’t know who was in that car!” The male reporter was wearing a cheesy suit with a tacky red tie. He turned to his partner and the other, older man frowned.

“No John we don’t but here’s our birds eye view of the damage as of now,” The scene shifted as the screen changed from the two men to a accident. Harry recognized that street, it was just a few minutes away from the flat, and wait- That car. The smashed up crushed, burning wreckage of a car. It was Louis. Harry’s stomach dropped ten feet and he felt his heart stop. Louis.