Trying to be Superman

Chapter 12

“What do you mean I can’t go in and see him?” Harry yelled, the woman behind the counter didn’t even flinch at the anger.

“Well Mr. Styles you’re not listed as Mr. Tomlinson’s emergency contact,” The woman, shooed Harry away with her hand, gesturing towards the seats.

“What the fu--” Harry was cut off by Eleanor rushing up to the counter.

“My name is Eleanor Calder, I’m listed as Louis Tomlinson’s emergency contact. Where is he?” She snapped, her coat over her arm. The nurse smiled, walking around her desk to take Eleanor’s arm, leading her back down the hallway. Harry stood there, his body tensing, wishing to move. Before Harry could even think about whether or not to run after the nurse a pair of arms wrapped around him, an Irish voice growling in his ear.

“Don’t do it Hazz,” Harry turned to see Niall’s ice blue eyes staring at him through his blonde hair. At the feeling of a pair of arms around him Harry collapsed into Niall’s arms, sobbing into his chest.

“An accident. He got in an accident. It was horrid,” Harry cried out as Niall slowly led him to the waiting room couch.

“I know, we saw it on the news,” Niall soothed, his hand gently brushing over Harry’s curly hair. At the sound of creaking Harry looked up his green eyes full of moisture. Liam and Zayn were sitting next to Niall, tears running down Liams face as Zayn held him tightly.

“Why can’t I go see him?” Harry sobbed and Zayn stood up, storming to the desk where the nurse stood.

“Hello my name is Zayn Malik, and me and my mates here need to go see Louis Tomlinson,” He spoke his voice even and calm.

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t allow you to go in there. You are not listed as his emergency contact,” It was obvious she was getting annoyed.

“We are a part of a band. One Direction. We’re one of the biggest bands that exist at this moment and that boy in there is a member. We’re a family. Understand?” Zayn’s voice raised itself slightly, without turning into  yell. The intensity of Zayn’s chocolate eyes and his voice seemed to almost control the woman behind the desk, as she sighed.

“Fine, I can let ya in for a little,” She seemed almost defeated, but the words triggered something in Harry as he jumped up, running to the desk. The nurse stood, getting out from behind the desk and led the four boys, Harry at the front down the hall. Harry noticed that all he could hear was beeping from all around him, well until a scream from some other floor echoed up to them.

“He’s in there,” The nurse motioned to a door, that read ‘Room 403’. Harry slammed into the door, shoving it open, and rushed in pushing Eleanor to the side. His tall body slumped into the chair right next to Louis and he grabbed onto his boyfriend’s small, cold hands, squeezing them tightly.

“Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis,” Harry whispered, over and over, as tears flowed down his face. What would he do if Louis didn’t make it? Harry shuddered at the thought, but he couldn’t push it out of his mind. What would he do without Louis? Harry sat by the bed his eyes overflowing with tears as he chanted his boyfriends name repeatedly.

“I’m sorry sir but visiting hours are over,” Harry looked up at the clock, it had been four hours, and he was alone in the room, other than the nurse who had just spoken and the small boy in the bed.

Harry turned to stare at the nurse standing behind him. Her face was sincere, as it was a different nurse than the one before.

"Don't worry, he'll still be here tomorrow," She whispered, trying to reassure him. Harry nodded, giving Louis' hand one last squeeze and walked out of the room. The green eyed boy made his way to the nearest pub, strolling in and ordering a pint.