Mine

Chapter 35

"Lou baby please let me in." I beg.

He's been begging every day since I locked myself in our room five days ago. Pleading for me to open the door for some food and drink at least. I simply can't, I can't believe he's been murdered. How could they kill him? It's all because of me, I haven't been able to cry since I heard. I haven't cried once. Haven't talked once, haven't moved out of the ball of duvet that swallows my body once. I feel weak, empty, broken, shattered. I really want to be held by Harry more than ever but I fucking ruined the room holes every where, I broke the glass mirror on his dresser cutting my hand to bits without cleaning it sure it's infected.

"I'm worried about him Niall." Harry says sitting back against the wall in front the door.

"Then why don't you break down the damn door? Its been five days, if he doesn't eat or drink soon he's going to die. We both know we heard glass break so surely he's hurt." Niall says patting Harry's shoulder.

"I could Niall and I would have by now, but I know him well enough to understand that if he wanted me with him he'd let me in and he hasn't. So he needs himself. He needs time to heal himself." Harry looks down before Niall could see the single tear fall down his cheek only for me to come falling right after.

"Why don't you tell him to knock a certain amount of times to tell you if he's okay or not?" Niall suggests.

Harry gives him a nod before standing and leaning forward towards the door.

"Lou I want you to knock twice if your okay and three times if you need help." Harry says into the door.

I can't knock three times I'm too weak. I love him so much for not giving up on me at all since I ran in here. Is Luke still alive or was he really murdered? People were supposed to be protecting him, people that were hired by Harry. Slowly I rise only to fall on the floor weakly with a thump. I crawl to the door reaching up and unlocking then pulling it open. Then I pass out nothing but black.

"Louis!" I feel arms wrap around me before I'm lifted off the ground and carried outside to the car.

"Niall drive to the hospital! Fast as you can." my head is rested in Harry's lap as we go to the hospital.

I can't open my eyes, I can't speak, I can't move.

"Louis you stupid ass, you stay alive, he's not dead they called back minutes after you ran off and said they found a pulse." Harry whispers into my ear that's the last thing I hear before I hear nothing at all.

"Damn it Niall fucking get your ass to that bloody hospital!" Harry snaps.

"We're here now." Niall says pulling in front the hospital he opens the door for Harry.

Harry runs in Louis in his arms completely limp no signs of life. Breathing very lightly.

"Help him please!" Harry yells once inside.

A doctor and three other nurses rush to his aid making Harry lay Louis on the bed before wheeling him back into a room to care for him. The doctors make Harry and Niall wait in the waiting room.

(1 hour later)

"Doctor?" Harry says seeing him come in.

"Mr. Styles, Mr. Tomlinson was severely dehydrated and malnourished due to lack of food and water. He also seems stressed and has severe lack of sleep. We have him hooked to an IV to hydrate him and once he wakes he will need some soup to get some food in. His left hand was infected and it appeared to be a cut from something quite sharp. We managed to get the bleeding to stop and get the infection out."