for you | larry

❝ I'd die for you. ❞

Losing the one you love is the hardest thing, especially when they gave up their own life just so you can continue living yours.

Would you ever give up your life to save someone else's?

—♡—

The steady beep of the heart monitor echoed through the cramped, magnolia painted room, various pictures of landscapes were arranged on the walls, and bouquets of brightly colored flowers were placed in clear vases on the tiny side-table. Multiple balloons were floating upon the tiled ceiling, slightly swaying from the light breeze taking over the narrow room from the small opened window.

He cautiously sat up in the stiff, lumpy bed, rubbing his pounding head as his tired eyes adjusted themselves to the abrasive light engulfing the room. His nose crinkled at the nauseating smell of antiseptics, with a slight undertone of bleach.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and carefully turned his body, whining high in his throat when the sharp pain shot its way up his spine. He whimpered, biting his lip hard as he struggled to stand up, tears welling in his eyes at the overwhelming feeling. He tugged at the IV attached to his tattooed arm, wincing when it left his bruised skin.

Where am I? He thought, biting his lip once again as the excruciating pain once again made its way through his body. He cried out, tears pouring from his usually bright eyes, now bloodshot, as he attempted to walk, only to realize that his right leg is covered by a stiff, light blue cast.

"Sir, please lay back down," A calm voice spoke from somewhere in front of him. He looked up and was agreed by the sight of a petite woman, dressed in navy blue scrubs, holding a clipboard, with a stethoscope around her neck.

"Why am I here? Where is my boyfriend?" He cried, his voice coming out extremely hoarse. With his arms and legs shaking, he reached out and grabbed onto the guardrail, so tightly that his bruised knuckles turned a pale white.

"Sir, I need you to calm down, alright? I'll explain everything once you settle down. Breathe in and out for me, okay? Everything is okay," the nurse spoke in a soothing voice.

Just then, another woman stepped into the doorway: bloodshot eyes, cheeks red and puffy, her long brown hair askew, and her once lipstick covered lips bitten a deep red. "Baby!" She choked out and ran over to her son and pulled him into the motherly warmth of her arms, slightly swaying. He completely broke down, sobbing into her shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Mummy," he whimpered, taking a shaky breath. "What's wrong? Where is h-he? Mum, where is he? Is he okay?"

—♡—

He huffed, turning his pounding head to look out the window of their car, resting his elbow against the door panel, slight stubble covered chin settled on the palm of his hand. The slight breeze coming through the open window blowing lightly through his hair; he shut his eyes, allowing his tense body to relax as the cool air took over him.

"Why do you have to be such an ass?"

"Leave me alone, Louis, I have no desire to talk to you right now," he whispered, using all his might to not raise his voice at his boyfriend.

"Don't give me that shit, Harry, you started it and now I'm going to finish it," Louis mumbled, starring straight ahead as he drove down the busy London streets, dainty hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, causing his knuckles to turn a shade of white.

"Can you not fucking grasp 'leave me alone'? I know you only understand at a second-grade level, but those three words are not that complex, darling," Harry sneered, whipping his head back toward Louis, his piercing green eyes narrowed.