Louis knows he's fucked up, he screamed at Harry and now he was out there in the storm and Louis didn't know if he was okay or where he was.
He paced the living room, calling Gemma over and over until she finally picked up
"G-Gemma, please you have to help me" Louis stammers
"Louis its 3:30 in the morning, what the hells so important" Gemma says in a tired, groggy voice
"Harry's gone" he spits out and he can practically hear Gemma bristling
" what do you mean Harry's gone?" Gemma asks, a lot more alert
"I yelled at him, we fought over kids, and h-he told me he lost his daughter in the attack, Gemma I feel terrible a-and he's gone, he ran off, I'm so worried" Louis says
"So now Harry and your child could be anywhere? They could be hurt or dead for all you know!" Gemma screams and Louis can only register one thing
"They? M-my child?" Louis asks and the other line falls silent
"H-Harry didn't tell you?" Gemma says hesitantly and Louis sniffs
"No he didn't, he-he's pregnant?" Louis asks and Gemma signs
"Yes. He had scheduled to-to.....terminate the pregnancy tomorrow"
"Terminate?!" Louis manages and sits down, putting his face in his hands "w-why didn't the tell me?"
"He didn't tell you because he didn't want to disappoint you, dangle a kid and then rip it away from you" Gemma tells him and the sighs
"Look how well his plan turned out, stay there I'm on my way" Gemma says and then hangs up the phone.
Louis calls Harry's phone over and over leaving voice mail after voice mail, text after text, just trying to find out if Harry was okay.
The answer came at 4am when the wall of the living room were suddenly alive with flashing red and blue lights. A knock came on the door and Louis scrambled to answer it, only to be met by two grim faced police officers
"Is this the home of Harry Styles?" The tall redheaded office asks and Louis nods, biting his nails and pushing goose back with his free hand, not wanting to dog to escape past him.
"I'm afraid Mr styles has been in a terrible accident, please come with us" the brunette says and Louis world crumbles around him as he grabs a coat, calls sparrow and locks the door, the large white Shepard blending into the snow as she leads the way to the police cruiser parked in the driveway. Louis climbs inside, sparrow siting beside him on get seat and begins to connect the dots.
Harry had been getting sick, he was gaining weight and he was emotional, he was fatigued and his stomach always seemed to be bothering him.
That's when it also hit him that Harry had been drinking. A lot.
He clutched onto sparrow until they reached the hospital, the officers escorting him to waiting room where he sat, worry etched into his face as he anxiously waited for news of any kind.
It was nearly an hour before a older man in scrubs came striding towards him, his hair tucked up into a scrub cap and a grim look on his face. Louis stands, wringing his hands together and biting his lip. This was all his fault. If Harry died it was on him.
"Are you the family of Mr. Styles?" The man asks and Louis nods
"Boyfriend, a-and the baby's father, Harry's sister is on her way" Louis rambles and the doctor nods
"Well we've done all we can for now, we removed debris from his lungs and heart, but he lost s lot of blood due to a pretty serious abdominal bleed we were able to patch up. His left arm was severed almost completely, but we were able to reattach it, he may need physical therapy if he pulls through. We also set his broken bones and intend to surgically correct them soon, but we can't proceed any further until he stabilizes or we would risk losing him. His eye is injured, he had many broken bones, he may need to have his appendix removed, and on top of that he has a grade one brain bleed we are watching, we may have to operate if it poses a threat, but for now he needs rest, you can visit him in a few hours" The doctor informs him and Louis nods
