Chapter 13

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"What do you mean I can't see him?" Louis voice was rushed and worried, but it didn't phase the woman.

"When people are admitted for attempted suicide then they can't have visitors for a week, I'm sorry Mr. Tomlinson," The nurse could tell that the small boy in the wheelchair was upset, but rules were rules.

"You don't understand. That is my boyfriend in there, and I haven't seen him since before I got in a car accident, and by the time I woke up he was in here, now I'm going to see him whether you like it or not," Louis felt almost powerless sitting in a wheelchair, he couldn't even stand up to the height of the woman in front of him.

Louis had woken up the day before, and the first thing he wanted to see was his boyfriend Harry. Harry had been rushed to the hospital and luckily they had been able to resuscitate him, and he was now in the psych ward. When Louis first heard about Harry's incident, the pills, the alcohol, the tweets, it took him a few hours to calm back down after hearing that. Once calm he sent out a tweet, 'My accident had nothing to do with @Harry_Styles so don't blame him. He is and always will be my best friend.' Louis first version of the tweet had Harry as his boyfriend not best friend, but management refused to let him tweet that. Fucking management.

“I can give you ten minutes, and you can't tell anyone I let you in, I could lose my job over this,” She growled, snapping Louis out of his daydreaming. She pushed the door open and Louis wheeled his way inside the ward.

“He's down the hall in the first room on the left,” She whispered as the door closed behind him. Louis pushed his way down the hall, his arms already sore from all the work.

“Harry?” He called out softly, reaching the door that the nurse had mentioned would hold Harry. Louis pushed the door open, seeing Harry laying on the bed his eyes closed. The door closed back on Louis' feet, and he snapped.

“Fuck, Harry!” Louis was tired of this game, he wanted to see his boyfriend. Now. He wasn't messing around anymore. “Let me in for Christ's sake! Now!”

Harry stood up slowly, walking towards the door, his eyes showed absolutely no emotion, they were dark, and it scared Louis. Louis pushed his way inside, and Harry stepped back to sit on his bed.

“What are you doing here?” Harry's voice matched his eyes, and again Louis was scared, a shiver running down his spine.

“I could ask you the same thing Hazz,” Louis whispered, looking down at his feet.

“Don't ask Tommo, I'm not in the mood. I can't do this anymore,” Harry mumbled embarrassed.

“Do what?” Louis cried, his head snapping up to look at Harry.

“This. Us. Whatever we are, whatever this relationship is. I can't do it. I can't handle the fact that the fans hate me now, the fact that Eleanor is better for you. The fact that you love her. Yeah Louis, I know. You. Love. Her.” Harry snapped, tears forming in his eyes, they spilled over trailing down his dark face.

“A-Are you breaking up with me?” Louis whimpered, and his grey-blue eyes darkened.

“I- um I don't know. Yeah I think I am,” Harry's voice was barely audible, but Louis could hear his words like he was yelling them. Harry's hands reached forward to grip Louis' face and suddenly all Louis could see was the emerald of Harry's green eyes.

“I still love you, I will always love you,” Harry murmured, his lips meeting Louis thinner pink ones. Large hands wormed their way into Louis' feathery hair, pulling it softly, earning him a moan escaping from his older boyfriend's lips.

“Mr. Tomlinson it's time for you to go now,” The voice called from the other side of the door. Harry pulled back and sat on his bed.

“Harry please? Don't leave me, I- I'm in love with you,” Louis whispered before pushing his way out of the room. Harry nodded, and Louis frowned, tears slid their way down his face, and the nurse took the liberty to push Louis back out of the psych ward, knowing he couldn't push himself.

 A/N: So it's a really short chapter but I needed to update so I figured you guys would take what you could get. Here ya go. 

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