It Just Won't Feel Right- A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 14

Liam blinked his eyes a few times, the bright light streaming through the window giving him a strong pain in his head, like thousands of mini jackhammers will pounding on his skull. He blinked again, confused as to why he was awake when his phone rang again.

Liam rolled over and streched his arms up as he reached around on the bedside table. Finding the phone, he looked at the screen and saw Louis' face on the caller I.D. Louis would be with Harry and know what was going on. He had to know the news.

He slid his finger along the screen to answer, and held the phone almost half a foot away from his face. "Hello? Louis, what's up?"

"Well, I'm sitting at the hospital with Harry right now."

"And?"

"Well..."

"Well what? What's going on?"

"He's just sleeping. But, he's not in a coma, and he came back to consciousness fairly soon after, in the ambulance. He just needs to sleep it off and keep hydrated. The doctors said that with the amount of alcohol he had in his system, he's really lucky there aren't any complications."

"And what about the other injuries?"

"He broke his nose, so that'll be fixed. Otherwise, he's really lucky he didn't lose any teeth or break his cheekbones. He'll be fine really soon."

Liam sighed in relief. Harry definitely got lucky. "When will you be home then?"

"They said they just want to do a few more tests to make sure he's okay. They've got to do a quick reconstructive surgery on his nose. But the doctor said by tomorrow, we'll know better. Likely by Wednesday."

"So like three days."

"Yes. I don't really have any way of getting home though, or any new clothes."

"I can drop some off, or do you want me to stay by him while you're going to go home?"

"Good plan. But I'll let you recover from your hangover. You sound pretty rough."

"Shut up, I was trying to avoid that."

"Okay, fine. I'll be by around supper tonight?"

"Fine. We're in room 2307."

"Perfect."

Liam hung up the phone then rolled back into his sheets, wrapping the blankets tightly around his body and trying to fall back to sleep. After about a half hour, he realized he had no chance of falling asleep. He stood up and held onto the bedside table as he gained his balance, walking into the bathroom and taking a drink of water straight from the tap. He looked through the cupboard and found two tablets of Asprin and swallowed them with another gulp of water.

He walked down the stairs and paused at the bottom, slowly taking in the giant mess that covered the floor, and the couches, and the walls. "Holy fuck." He said, leaning back against the wall. Liam crossed the room and walked towards the kitchen, reaching under the sink for the floor cleaners. He started scrubbing at the stains on the floor, when he bumped his head on the table. "Shit!" He screamed, not expecting the sudden burst of pain he felt.

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The word "shit" echoed through the house, waking Niall from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes to a face full of golden blonde hair, his arms wrapped around her slender body. Emily rolled over and smiled at Niall "Hi hun." She said, lightly. He felt the memories slowly flood in and smiled. Glad that this girl would not just be a hook up that he'd never talk to again. "Morning, Em. Want breakfast?"

"That'd be wonderful."

He slowly unwound his arms from around her and got out of the bed, extending his arm to help her out. She stared at his bare chest and he blushed, as she stood up and hugged him, his shirt from last night covering her body. She tilted her head back and kissed him on the cheek. He turned to her and lightly kissed her lips. "Let's go get some food!" He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and turning to open the door. Niall felt excellent, considering how much he had had to drink the night before. He knew, however that after Harry had been brought to the hospital, he had pretty much been sobered up, the events of that previous night had been enough to take the effects of alcohol completely out of his system.

They walked out of the room and nearly knocked over Zayn who was walking with his eyes shut. Zayn had never been one to deal with hangovers particularly well. He always forgot to eat for the entire day afterwards, making himself feel overly sick. "Mate, you want breakfast?" Niall asked, whispering to not cause Zayn any more pain.

"I don't know, I'm not really feeling up to it."

"You'll feel worse if you don't."

"Alright."

Niall and Emily kept walking down the stairs as Zayn went into the bathroom to be sick. They then met Liam in the living room, cleaning up the mess from the party.

"Dude, I've got a maid for that." Niall laughed, watching Liam's face change to confusion then frustration. The boys both laughed as they took in the mess, falling silent when their eyes simultaneously fell on the massive blood stain that adorned Niall's white carpet.

The source of the blood stain still fresh in their memories, Niall walked over and bent down beside it. "I really hope that no news means good news right now. I haven't heard a thing." He whispered, running his hand around the edge of the stain.

"I got a call from Louis. Harry's just sleeping. He needs to get his nose fixed too but otherwise its good. I didn't think it was worth waking you up over."

"I see. And are we allowed to visit him?"

"Yep. Louis is with him now though so we should let them be. I doubt he slept much last night."

"Alright. Then let's get some breakfast, call the maid, and go for a visit." Niall finished.

"Sounds like a plan. Is Emily coming too?" Liam asked. She had stayed silent in the door frame, not wanting to intrude on the scene before her. At the mention of her name, she glanced up and smiled, but shook her head.

"I don't really feel like its my place. I'm just a girl you met last night Niall and Harry needs his four closest friends, not me." She said, sounding stressed as she spoke.

"Okay, then we'll go, but you have to promise me I can see you again."

"I promise. And you have to promise me you'll tell me how he is, not just what Louis told you."

"I promise." Niall walked Emily to the stairs and let her go to get changed into some of her own clothes and take a shower. He turned to the kitchen and looked for the list of takeout places he kept by the fridge. Finding one that delivered breakfast, he placed an order then sat down and watched an episode of Sherlock as he waited for the meal to arrive.

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Louis had just closed his eyes when he heard something moving in the hospital room. Thinking it was Harry waking up, he shot to his feet and went to ask the curly haired boy how he was feeling. Instead, it was just the nurse who came in to check Harry's vitals.

"Mr Tomlinson, you look rough. Why don't we call you a cab to go home?" She asked sweetly. She was in her late fifties, old enough to be twenty three year old Louis' mother. He felt a particular attachment to her and knew that she felt similar about him.

"Oh, Deb. You know I have to be here when Harry wakes up." Louis said, glancing at his fragile, sleeping, friend.

"Just a coffee then? And maybe an ibuprofen or two?" Deb asked, hoping to ease Louis who had been on edge ever since they had arrived at the hospital just hours earlier. It was 10:00am and Louis knew that the others would be wanting to take over for him, but he couldn't allow that, and this meant not displaying any kind of weakness.

"That would be lovely. Any possible way I could get a pillow and blanket as well? This chair isn't exactly the best for sleep." He admitted meekly.

"Of course, poppet. I'll be right back. Now you call me when he wakes up? Because we need to feed him something, it speeds up the healing when he's well fed because then we don't worry about his immune system as much."

Deb walked out of the room and Louis slouched back into the chair, looking at the rays of winter sunshine stretching across Harry's slender face. It was Valentine's day and a Sunday. The hospital was noticeably busier than usual with visitors, yet Louis felt as though the world was slowed down as he watched Harry, nothing from the outside etching its way into his own little world he had formed for himself and the Cheshire man he had grown to love.