27 Minutes (Larry Stylinson)

Healing

Harry POV

"You... Are... Enough, Harry."

My eyes snapped open upon hearing the frail and fragile voice. Each word was broken up and had I been any further away from him I don't think I would have heard him. The cracks in his voice went straight to my heart but they sounded so determined, to make sure I heard every last letter spoken. My head lifted off of his hand, now wet with tears, and my eyes met his halfway open ones. He stares straight back at me, using all the strength he can muster, and in that moment I don't think I've ever seen so much determination in his eyes. The only thing I feared is that him saying those words and me hearing them weren't the only thing he was determined to do.

"Lou.." I breathed out his name like it was a natural reaction from my body. My eyes wandered across his faces and down to his chest, seeing the deeper breaths he tries to take. Tears that haven't stopped falling since I began talking are coming even more freely now as I stare at the broken boy, man, laying in this bed. The sobs can't be held back as they jump out of my throat and I move my body closer to him, still being careful and aware to the fact that he's in the hospital.

"Lou.. You're awake..." I say it almost not believing it. My hands fly around his face gently, touching the rough yet soft skin, just feeling and making myself believe he's really here.

"No... Shit.." He rasps out causing me to chuckle lightly.

My forehead falls onto his as I continue to stare down at him. I can't take my eyes off of him, so afraid that if I do he'll disappear. I'm scared that I'll wake up from a dream and be lying in here next to an empty bed and that he's really gone. Even thinking it causes all color to drain from my face and my heart to beat rapidly. I force those thoughts out of my mind and just look at Louis, just look at my Lou.

"I-I.. Can't believe you're awake.. I was so scared.. I thought-" My words broke off as his eyes started to open a bit wider and look around him seeing the room he was in. "I thought I lost you..." I whisper to him brokenly. The tears that have still flowing down my cheeks begin to slow down and all I can do is stare at him.

That feeling of almost loosing him is still so overwhelming. Taking everything that's ever happened to me in my life, good and bad, putting them all together in one giant pile still would not compare to this. Nothing could compare to the giant burning hole that started eating its way through my heart. Nothing could compare to the constant churning of my stomach and the constant worry of what could happen from one minute to the next.

"Because I found you.. We found you and saved you Lou..." I speak softly to him sitting back a little ways so I can look at him clearly.

"You shouldn't have done that.." His says, voice still rough. My mind is blank and frozen to his words and I'm not sure how to respond. He didn't want me to save him? He didn't want to be here?

"Yes I should have.. You almost died Louis." I speak more clearly.

"Then you should have let me!" He spits out at me. He won't look at me or anywhere near me, only letting his eyes wander around the room aimlessly but ignoring me in every way.

"No I shouldn't have.. You don't want to die, Louis... You know that's not what you want." He snorts in disgust at my words.

"How the hell would you know what I want?" He asks angrily.

"B-Because I saw Louis..." Those words cause his head to snap quickly in my direction finally making him look at me. "I saw everything... I heard everything..." I say dejectedly to him. I place my hand on his trying to intertwine our fingers only to have him yank it away from me. I flinch back and look at him alarmed and confused.