Make You Mine(H.S.)

Decisions Decisions

"Just hold on Lou-" "Louis?"

His eyes began to slowly close and his hand fell to the floor.

"Louis no!"

His final breath echoed throughout the room and his hand loosened its grip on mine.

"No Louis no! Please no!" I cried and shook his body. His face was slowly loosing its color, and the blood seeping from his neck began to slow.

"Laila!" A voice called.

I felt myself being lifted from the ground and dragged away from him. My body went limp, and everything grew dark.

Laila's POV

I woke up in a blindingly white room and quickly squeezed my eyes shut before opening them again.

"S'about time you came around," a familiar voice called out.

I turned to my side to see Harry smiling lightly at me, his arm now bearing a navy blue cast. Niall was passed out in the corner, his hand was wrapped tightly around a bag of chips and a tv remote.

"How long was I out?"

"Well you slept through the night so I'd say about 7 maybe 8 hours," Harry replied.

"Well I guess- oh my god Louis!" I shot up, the events from last night replaying in my head.

"What about him?" Harry asked.

"Did someone find him? Is he really..."

Harry was silent for a while before responding to my question.

"He didn't make it Lai...They found his body as soon as you were taken from it," Harry answered sadly, tears building up in his eyes.

"Oh no," I whispered. "Please no."

"It's not any easier for me than it is for you Lai, we couldn't have saved him. He needed serious medical attention immediately," Harry sniffled.

I felt a tear run down my cheek and plop onto my shirt and I realized Harry had just lost his best friend. I didn't know Louis incredibly well but Harry had known him practically all his life.

I slowly climbed out of the bed I was placed on and walked over to Harry's. He had turned away from me and I climbed onto his bed, causing him to roll back over.

His eyes were bloodshot and tears were streaming down his face. His once lively green eyes were now empty.

I pulled his head into the crook of my neck and just held him there, hoping I was providing him with some comfort at least.

He shook lightly, sobbing into my neck and I tried my best not to join him, but soon enough we were both a complete mess. We eventually passed out from exhaustion and hoped that sleep would help.

Niall woke us up after what felt like minutes, but was really hours. Harry got up to freshen up while I stayed in the bed.

"He's going to be a wreck for the next week or so, you know that right?" Niall spoke quietly.

"Of course he is," I replied.

"That means he'll need you more than ever."

"I'm okay with that. He deserves to be taken care of."

"I'm so glad that he found you," Niall sighed.

"Honestly, I am too."

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A week had gone by since Harry's accident and he decided he wanted to go home. The boxing championship was canceled due to the recent attack and would surely be back the following year.