THIS IS THE ALTERNATIVE ENDING, THIS IS WHAT THE SEQUEL WILL BE BASED ON, THE EPILOGUE IS STILL TO COME! <3
I woke up, it was 6.37am and I was still really tired, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, so I got up and put on some joggers, not bothering with a top. I walked down the hallway to Louis’ room before gently opening in the door, the sheets were all messed up, but Lou wasn’t there.
“Louis?”
“Lou, where are you”
I ran in and out of every room, I could find, no sight of my Lou, I opened the bathroom door.
I checked his pulse.
It was slow but still going, there was time to save him. I could save him.
I called an ambulance and followed there instructions, giving him CPR, and making sure no more blood came out of his body.
The ambulance men came over, before doing something or another that could save him.
“Mr Styles?”
“Yes, is he ok? Whats-“
“Mr Tomlinson is in a bad state, he desperately needs blood, we’re going to take him to the hospital and try to find a match, do you know his blood type?”
“Yes we’re both A positive”
“Mr Styles?”
“Well if you and him are the same blood type, well we could always give him some of your blood”
“Do whatever you need to, just save my Lou”
We went in to the ambulance to hospital, I was taken away, to have some test to make sure we both were the same blood type, the obviously came back positive.
“Mr Styles you can have your blood taken now”
I followed a female nurse into a small room, she took a large amount of blood from me, before putting a label on the outside of the tube and giving it to another doctor who would take it to my Loubear.
I waited for what seemed like, 10 hours all though it could only have been 1 or 2.
“Louis Tomlinson?”
“Yes?”
“You can come and see Mr Styles now”
“Is he ok?”
“Yes he is fine, we just need to keep him in for a few days to make sure he still ok and his body isn’t too badly effected”
“Thank you”
I ran over to my lou, kissing his forehead and moving down onto his lips, pulling away do I could speak.
“Louis are you ok??”
“Harry I’m sorry”
“Louis, I don’t care, I love you”
“Harry, are we just made to be broken?”
“We’re just broken pieces of a barely breathing love story, where there once was love”
“Isn’t that a bad thing?”
“Not when you’re the book and im the glue”
“I love you Harry”
“I love you too Louis”
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Barely Breathing || Larry Stylinson
Fanfiction❝What is more deadly a thought or a gun?❞ ❝ A gun gives you the opportunity but a thought pulls the trigger.❞ Completed | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © Michael69Clifford 2013
