Please Forgive Me

Chapter 5: Counting My Blessing

Harry's P.O.V
I'm sitting in a little white hospital chair next to Louis. As of right now it is 3 a.m and he is sound asleep. Gosh, I love it when he sleeps. He is just so precious and angelic. He looks so peaceful, almost as if he is in a far away land, where only he and he alone stays. I sigh softly as I take his hand in mine. I'm gently rubbing over his hand with the pad of my thumb. I hear his breathing deepen. His eyes flutter open slowly and he smiles.
"Hey you." He says softly, his kind and gentle voice is so beautiful that I want to cry.
"How are you?" I asked with a sigh. I know that he doesn't want me to worry, but for me it's instinct.
"I'm okay..."He whimpers, his eyes look droopy and they soon fill with tears. I shake my head and look towards the floor. I close my eyes and before I even realize it... I'm crying. We're both crying. Why? Why are we both so sad? I don't understand this.
      "Lou.... hey...um..." He cuts me off with a loud sigh. He looks up at me and I know he is afraid to talk to me. I take his hand in mine and give it a firm grip. He looks down to his lap as if he's shying away. Why is he doing that? Is he trying to ignore me? That couldn't be right? That's nothing like Louis. My little Lou.
I watch his eyes follow over to our linked hands. He opens his mouth as if he us going to say something and then he stops. Being completely quiet again.
"....Don't....just don't." I can hear him but barely. What does he mean "don't" I smile and gently kiss his cheek. He flinches. He pulls back and jerk his hand away from me.
"No... I just...no!" He hysterically screams. "St-Stop.... you're being too lovey dovey .... and-and I just hate it!"
He HATES it?! I'm trying to be caring and loving towards him....and he HATES IT?!
I stand up grabbing my coat and I walk out, not even saying my goodbyes.
      3 days later
                                          Louis's P.O.V
I wake up to another day without Harry, my eyes have never been so red, my cheeks have never been so sore, and I have never been this irritable.
"Where's my Yoohoo?!" I asked for a Yoohoo five minutes ago!" I grumble as I see a nurse walk in. She has brown curly hair and green eyes.
"WHERE'S MY 'ARRY?! I WANT HIM BACK!"
The nurse shakes her head in aggravation. I slump back into the bed and turn on the the t.v. I immidiatly see that paparazzi captured Harry in photos. They don't bother me like they used to. Years ago I could get jealous over the silliest things. I smile as I see Harry walk into a store. A Boutique store. Where it had like flowers, chocolate, and gift cards.
He isn't in there long. By the looks of it, it's about ten minutes or less.
He comes back out of the store with a big plastic bag. I can only visually see a few things. The roses, my favorite, and chocolate. He could've also thrown in a card. How was I to know that though?
I am on the verge of falling asleep now. My eyes are droopy and still wet with tears. I owe Harry yet another apology. I don't even know if I apologized to begin with. I was going to... I mean I was supposed to... why didn't I? My tears falling from my eyes allow me to know. I was not letting my feelings out. Guys don't particularly like letting their feelings show, even if it will help them in the end.
I wipe away my tears only to find myself sobbing more. I need Harry's loving and warm arms. His sweet and kind words. I just need him. Not necessarily just because we broke up... that actually took a toll on us both. I needed him back because he is my blessing. And right now I'm counting my blessings.