Against All Odds

Ch. 22

Harry's POV

We all stared at the doctor waiting for him to tell us what was wrong with our friend.

"Louis here has hypotension." The doctor said. We all stared at him blankly. None of us (well, except maybe Lou's mum, you know, cuz she's a nurse) knew what that meant.

"It means he has low blood pressure." The doctor informed us. "Has he had a cough, or maybe a fever recently?" The other boys and I glanced at each other.

"He did have a cough a while ago." I told him. "I don't remember any fevers, though."

The doctor nodded and wrote something down on his clipboard.

"Has he had any neck or back pain recently?" He asked.

"Um.. Yeah. But we all thought it was stress from being in the studio and on tour." Liam said.

"Does Mr. Tomlinson live alone?" The doctor asked after writing some more on his clipboard.

"No, he lives with me." I answered.

"Oh, that's good. I need you to make sure he drinks lots of water, that'll help bring his blood pressure up." I nodded in understanding. "He should wake up anytime and then you can take him home."

I thanked him and he left the room.

"Don't forget to tell Chelsea," Liam reminded me.

"Oh, yeah," I said. I pulled out my phone and went to my contacts. I tapped on Chelsea's name and it started calling her.

"Harry?" She answered after only one ring, slightly out of breath.

"Yeah, it's me." I told her. She sighed in relief from the other end.

"Louis' alright? He's not, like, dying or anything, is he?" She asked, worriedly. I chuckled a little.

"No, he's fine." I heard her sigh again. "His blood pressure was really low, and that caused him to faint."

"Oh. He'll be fine though? No long term side effects, or anything?"

"Yeah, they said I could take him home as soon as he woke up."

"That's a relief."

"Tell me about it. I got to go, love, but I'll talk to you soon. Ok?"

"Yeah. Talk to you soon."

We both hung up and we all went back to waiting for Louis to wake up.

Chelsea's POV

"Chelsea! We've got to go!" Logan yelled from downstairs.

I walked out of my room and called, "where?"

"Studio called! The boys and I have to do some last minute shooting for an episode." I walked back into my room and grabbed a pair of Toms from my closet and then headed to where Logan was.

We got in his car and drove to the set. I was texting Harry, but I had to stop when we got there.

I was just sitting around for about an hour, doing my math (well, trying to do my math) and watching the guys do their scenes. I was watching all of them shooting one in the crib when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw the caller ID was Harry. I walked outside to answer.

"Hey Harry!" I said when I answered. I heard someone let out a breath.

"Hey Chelsea, it's Zayn." He replied. A bunch of worst case scenarios for why Zayn would have Harry's phone ran through my head.

"Oh, hi Zayn! Is Harry ok?" I asked.

"Um, Harry's fine." He answered, seeming unsure.

"Well, is there something wrong?"

"It's Louis."

"What? What's wrong with him? Is he okay?" I asked hurriedly.

"Um... We don't know. The doctors haven't said anything yet-"

"Doctors?" I cut him off. "You're at a hospital?"

"Harry found Louis passed out on his bedroom floor. He was rushed to the hospital and the doctors haven't told any of us anything yet." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. He was like a best friend/brother while he was here. I don't know what I would do if he died.

"Well, can you text me when you find out anything more?" I asked, trying not to cry.

"Of course! Right when we know more, I'll have Harry text you."

"Thanks. I'll talk to you later then?"

"Yep. See you later, love." We both hung up and I let out a shaky breath. I wiped under my eyes. Then I opened the door and stepped back into the studio.

"Hey Chelsea! We need you over- have you been crying?" Carlos cut himself off. I nodded slightly. "Did Harry do something. I swear, I'll fly out to London and personally beat up that little-"

"Harry didn't do anything." I cut him off quietly.

"Well, what's wrong then?" His look got softer.

"Louis' in the hospital!" I cried. I ran into his opened arms and started sobbing into his chest.

"What? Why?" He asked. I was too upset to answer, so he just hugged me until I calmed down.

When I had finally calmed down enough to talk, I replayed my conversation with Zayn to Carlos.

"So one of them is gonna call you when they know something?" He asked. I nodded. "Well, until they call, we need you to be an extra, I mean, if you want to."

"Sure!" I said. I hoped it would take my mind off of Louis for a little bit, until they knew more.

Carlos held out his arm for me, like a guy in one of those old movies, or in a wedding, and we skipped off towards the rest of the crew, my problems momentarily forgotten.

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A/N

Oh my gosh, guys! I'm sooooooooo sorry it took so long to get this up! Augh!

I've been super busy and haven't really had time to write!

I'm going to have three camps the next three weeks, and I'll try to write, but I am making no promises...

I got new glasses!(no relevance, but I'm excited about it(:)

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