I'm Fine (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 16

Louis' P.O.V

I stormed out of the house into the cold air, considering it was December. It wasn't snowing, but it probably would sometime this week. I walked to the park and sat down at a bench.

I love Harry, more than he could ever know, more than I could ever show him. But sometimes I felt like he didn't love me as much as I love him. I wanted to have sex with him, to make him feel good. But he wouldn't let me. We've been dating for nearly a month, I just don't understand what the problem is.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Liam's number. "Hello?" His voice rang through the phone.

"Hey, can you come to the park? I really need someone to talk to."

"Sure, I'll be there in a few." He hung up and I patiently waited for him to arrive. About ten minutes later, his car pulled up. He stepped out of the car, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Hey." I sighed as he sat down next to me.

"Hey. So what seems to be the problem?"

"It's Harry. For weeks I've been trying to take our relationship to the next level but he won't let me." I confessed.

"As in doing the dirty?"

"It's sex, Liam. Just say sex!" I groaned. "But yeah. Every time I try to have sex with him, he pushes me away. I just don't understand."

"Well, did you ever consider what he wants? Maybe he just wants to wait until you're further along in your relationship. You know take it slow." He shrugged. "A relationship is about give and take. You have to understand that Harry just isn't comfortable with having...you know yet."

"You're right, I'm such an idiot. I let my hormones get in the way of what's really important. Harry." I sighed.

"Well, then I suggest you go and get what's yours." He smiled. I nodded before sprinting down the road back to Harry's house.

Thankfully his door was still unlocked from when I left. I walked into the house, but he wasn't on the couch anymore. "Look Harry, I'm sorry for storming out like that. It's just–oh my god!"

I turned into the kitchen, where Harry was sitting on the floor grabbing at his bloody side. I rushed to sit beside him. "Harry, no don't do this." I sobbed as his eyelids closed slowly. "Don't close your eyes on me, don't leave me like this." I gripped onto his shirt. My sobs continued uncontrollably, until I fumbled with my phone.

"999 what's your emergency?" The lady on the other side of the phone call said.

"Yes hi, my boyfriend seems to have been stabbed in the side. He's now unconscious, I need an ambulance right now." I said in between sobs.

"Okay, sir I need you to calm down."

"I can't calm down! My boyfriend might die!" I yelled into the phone.

"Give me the address and I'll get an ambulance there right away." I gave her the address and waited by Harry's side. Five minutes later the paramedics put him on a stretcher and took him to the hospital.

"Liam I need you to drive me to the hospital." I sniffled into the phone.

"Why? What happened?" He yelled into the phone.

"I'll explain on the way, just get to Harry's house now." I hung up the phone and waited for Liam on Harry's steps. His car pulled up and I jumped into the car.

"Care to explain why we're going to the hospital?" He asked, eyes still focused on the road.

"When I got back to Harry's, he was lying on the floor holding his side that was bleeding." I sobbed.

"Oh my god Lou! That's awful." He gasped. We drove silently until we got to the hospital.

"Harry Styles?" I ran to the front desk. The lady typed on her computer.

"I'm sorry, but Mr.Styles isn't allowed visitors yet. You can wait in the waiting room until he's available, can I have your name?"

"Louis Tomlinson."

"Okay Mr.Tomlinson, we'll let you know when you can see him."

"Thank you." I sighed dragging myself to sit next to Liam. I had called Anne right after I called the paramedics, she arrived about ten minutes after me and Liam. She sobbed the entire time mumbling why over and over again.

About an hour later the doctor came out. "Mr.Styles will be okay, but at the moment he's still unconscious." I dropped to down to my knees. He's okay, he's really okay.

"Is he allowed visitors?" Liam asked.

"Yes, but only family members for now." The doctor smiled, as Anne nodded heading to the room Harry was in.

"When with friends be allowed to visit?" I piped up.

"Tomorrow morning."

"Can I stay the night?" I asked hopefully.

"I don't see why not." He shrugged, walking off.

"If you're staying, then I am too."

"No Liam. I've wasted enough of your time." I chuckled.

"Lou, you're exhausted. Go to sleep and I'll wake you in the morning." I knew there was no fighting it. Liam was going to stay no matter what I said. I sighed in defeat and laid my head down on his shoulder. My eyes fluttered closed and I fell asleep.

"Louis? Louis." Liam's voice rang in my ears. I groaned opening my eyes.

"What Liam?" I sat up from my seat, stretching my arms.

"Harry's allowed visitors now." I sprang out of my seat and ran towards his room. I walked in, he was still unconscious but by the looks of it he was doing fine. I sat down in the chair next to his bed and grabbed his hand brushing my thumb over it gently.

"Harry, please wake up."

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