Troubled Child (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7:




Louis' POV


It's been three months.



Three months since I found him.



Three months since I took him to the hospital.





The doctors are considering to turn off his life support because he's made no signs of improvement. His body is too weak from all his beatings he has received.



I haven't left his side since he came. Well, I did to use the bathroom. But apart from that, I stayed here. I can't bear to leave him. I don't even know why. But I can't. He finally let me in and now I could lose him. I've grown so attached to him and I don't want to lose him yet. Not when I've just got him.



He's already become my whole world and it's only been a short while... Now that he could leave, I realize that I don't think I could live without him.


Looking at his weak form just shatters my heart even further. His body is so still...


There's a tube going down his throat for breathing because his body shut down to the point where he can't breathe on his own. His skin is a ghostly pale causing his scars to protrude from it even more. The bruises are fading which I consider an improvement but I just wish he would get better.

I want to hear his melodic yet pained voice again.


I want to see his eyes that no matter how lifeless they looked, I could stare into them all day and never get bored.


I want to feel his soothing heartbeat when I would rest my head on his chest while we would lay down in his warehouse in a comfortable silence.


I'm not giving him a choice anymore. As soon as he's awake, I'm bringing him to my house where I know I can protect him.


I've been off work and put my assistant in charge while I'm gone since they know my entire schedule and what to do for the company.


I would just bring the company down in the state I'm in. If Harry was awake, I would try and convince him to sing for the company. His voice is beautiful. Plus he holds a quality that no one else does. He has real pain to express. All the pain he has been through just makes his voice sound even more real.


You can really feel his pain when he sings.


It breaks my heart from its sufferable beauty.


My appearance isn't much better from Harry's though. Heavy bags shadow my eyes which have grown more lifeless by the day. Yeah its obvious i haven't been sleeping much. Every time i close my eyes i see Harry's lifeless and blood soaked form in the warehouse. I can already assume it was his father who did it.



My hair is dull and falling around my face limp. My skin has grown pale and lets not even get started on my weight.



Right now I'm grasping tightly on to Harry's hand praying for some sort of reaction as I speak to him.


"You have no idea how much you need to live Harry... I know you're probably thinking you have nothing to come back for. But you're wrong. You have me, my sisters, and my mum. They all already love you even if they only saw you that one time... And me I just... I've already grown so attached to you. Ever since I found you I knew I wanted to be the reason for you to live. I knew I wanted to be the one to give you hope. I guess I just.... I want to say I love you. Even if you don't feel the same. I love you so much Harry..."


I end up having to choke out the last part through sobs as my barrier crumbles and I have a full on break down for the 5th time in the hospital room. Thoughts of losing Harry consumes me as my break down progresses and my body starts shaking violently from my sobs.

I'm jerked out of my thoughts as though I just got jolted by lightning when I feel a tug on my hand.

I look down and blink my tears away as if the blurry vision is causing me to see things. But it's not.

Because I feel the tug again.


And this time I can see Harry's hand lightly tightening around mine then loosening up again.


A look of shock, relief, and disbelief crosses my face and my eyes instantly spark with life as I look up and see Harry's eyes flutter open slowly then close again from the harsh light. A grin comes across my face and I quickly remove the tube when Harry starts having a coughing fit because of it when he was trying to get air into his lungs.


I see him struggling with words, probably due to a dry throat so I quickly give him a glass of water, helping the cool liquid go down his throat.


"L-Louis..... Did.... Did you m-mean that...?" I hear him choke out and my breath hitches in my throat when I see his gaze. It's actually....



Hopeful.


Like he was hoping I would say yes I did mean it.


"Of course I meant it Harry. Every word." I say, tightening my grip on his hand but not to where I hurt him.


A weak smile crosses his face then vanishes as soon as it came.


Does he love me as well? Or is he still stuck on being emotionless?








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Harry's POV (during his coma)


Do you know that feeling people talk about when in a coma?


The out of body experience.



Well I can safely say that I now know that feeling. I wake up and I'm in a hospital. I try speaking to people but its like I'm not even there. I keep walking until I see my body being rushed in on a gurney by doctors with Louis sprinting behind them, a horror stricken look on his face and tears rolling down his cheeks.


"Come on Harry. You can't leave me! Not when I just got you!" I hear him scream. That breaks my heart. Yes I have feeling now. Louis brought life into me. Wow. I guess I'm really just dreaming from my out of body state.

"Louis! I'm okay! I'm right here!" I scream and try grabbing him. But my hand just goes right through. Right... Physically I'm dying. I feel myself getting stronger here.


Which means I'm dying in the physical world. No! I can't leave Louis! I race after them and sigh deeply when I see myself in surgery. Okay that's not a sight I wanted to see. Ew. I walk out the door only to find myself back at the warehouse. Strange. I look around and my eyes widen when I see my dad. His wicked smirk is plastered on his face and he's holding the branding iron that got molded into the word Unwanted.


Oh crap.


I went back to the past where my dad is about to burn me with that word.


That horrendous word.


I watch as he stalks towards the younger me. I'm quivering in fear. I already have my scars but there's still that last flicker of hope in my eyes that my father will change.


Then he burns me.


I wince when I hear the younger me let out an agonizing scream that could make anyone's blood run cold in fear. I watch everything happen and I can't help but let a few tears escape.


How could one man be so dreadful? So positively horrific?


As quickly as I can, I walk out of the warehouse only to find myself back at the hospital. I'm in my hospital room.


Ouch I look terrible. How long has it been? I look over at Louis and frown. He's severely pale and too skinny for my liking. Tears are leaving his unusually lifeless eyes. Is this all because of me? I look over and sigh when I see a doctor walk in with a grave look on his face.

"Mr. Tomlinson. It's been three months. He hasn't improved at all. We should let him pass peacefully so he won't have to suffer." My eyes widen at the doctors words. Am I really dying?


Louis looks at the doctor and shakes his head with tears streaming down his face. "N-no. I just got him. I-I can't let him leave so quickly." He begs and the doctor sighs. "He has two more weeks before we are forced to cut the life support." He says and walks out, leaving Louis behind sobbing next to my body.


"What happened to you mate?" I hear a voice next to me and I jump, turning and widening my eyes at the sight. "You can see me?" I ask the boy shocked. He just chuckles and nods. He has blonde hair that's obviously dyed and bright blue eyes. His face and smile just screams innocence.


"I'm in the same place you are. We are in the 'in between' state. We are waiting to see if we live or die." He explains then leads me to the waiting room and sits down. His voice has a thick Irish accent. If I weren't with Louis, I would say he's hot. But I really do care for Louis so this guy is like an adorable little brother.


"My name is Niall Horan. I got shot during a robbery at my favorite restaurant." He explains and I frown as I sit next to him. "Sorry mate." I say softly and sigh. He shrugs and looks at me.


"By the looks of your scars I would say you had it worse. But at least people care for you. I'm bullied at my high school. A lot. No one cares about the little gay boy." He mutters looking down. "Especially my crush. His name is Josh." He says, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks.

"I'm sure he does." I assure him and drape an arm over his shoulder. "I'm feeling stronger. I think I'm going to wake up soon." He says with a frown. I sigh and pull him close. Oh if only he knew. I guess in this state I can trust people. Well, I can trust Niall and Louis. Niall can't hurt a fly so I know he won't hurt me. "I feel stronger here too. But if one of us does die, the other person has to bury them. Deal?" I ask Niall and he nods, giving me a soft smile. "And if we both die?" He asks and I shrug.


"Then we will no longer suffer."


He smiles at my reply. "What if we both live?" He asks, cocking his head to the side in wonder. I shrug and look at him. "Then I officially know two people who actually care." At those words, he hugs me tightly and nuzzles his face in my neck with tears rolling down his cheeks. I stiffen majorly and sigh as I wrap my arms around him. I pull away then lead him back to my room where I hear Louis talking.



"You have no idea how much you need to live Harry... I know you're probably thinking you have nothing to come back for. But you're wrong. You have me, my sisters, and my mum. They all already love you even if they only saw you that one time... And me I just... I've already grown so attached to you. Ever since I found you I knew I wanted to be the reason for you to live. I knew I wanted to be the one to give you hope. I guess I just.... I want to say I love you. Even if you don't feel the same. I love you so much Harry..."


My eyes widen and fill with tears at his words. He loves me? He actually cares?


"I.... I need to live." I whisper and look at Niall who's giving me a nod. "It was nice knowing you Harry. I expect my funeral to be good." He says and I frown. No. He can't die. "You will live Niall." I say then the next thing I know, I'm gripping Louis' hand tightly and he's giving me water after removing the breathing tube.



I'm awake.


"Louis.... Did.... Did you mean it...?" I ask, my voice raspy and barely managing a whisper. His shocked face soon turns into one of pure joy and love as he nods quickly.


"Of course I did. I meant every word." He says, tightening his grip on my hand. I could literally feel the honesty in his voice and it causes a faint smile to cross my face then I think of Niall and the smile vanishes.


"I love you too Louis..." I admit hoarsely and I swear his grin got even wider. I surprised myself so I can't imagine the shock I must've given him.


"I am so glad you're back..." He mumbles and closes his eyes. I weakly manage to pull him on the bed with me and for the first time ever....



We fall asleep in each others arms.




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