No Control

I'm Here For You

Update!

Who loved Lincoln last chapter for basically saving the day? I love Lincoln 😊

And I am currently on a trip to Oklahoma for a while, so all I am doing is writing and listening to music. Hopefully more chapters soon!

Hope you all had a Merry Christmas ❤

Chapter 66:

LOUIS

I held onto Harry's hand as I texted Liam, updating him on everything that was happening. I also texted Harry's parents, telling them he was okay. The only reply I received was his mum asking me when we were coming home. I didn't know when. A day or two at the least.

I heard a small groan, and I looked up, seeing Harry waking up. I put my phone away and smiled at him. "How are you feeling?" I asked gently. This whole experience was true terror. It made me fear anything happening to Harry at all. I loved him with all of my being.

"Okay, I guess." He rasped out, looking around the hospital room. I knew he would be okay, considering the fact that the doctor only had to stitch the wound on his hip closed and clean off the blood from his legs and wrists, angry red marks and scars being left behind from the chains. But Harry was tired. He was overly exhausted, and it hurt to see him so weak.

"I want to go home." He whimpered, looking up at me with pleading eyes, and I smiled softly.

"I know, baby. We will as soon as you heal up and feel better. Give it a couple days." I assured, rubbing his hand between both of mine.

"I thought I wouldn't see you again." He confessed quietly, and the despair in his voice made me just want to hold him. "That's what scared me the most."

I tried my best to hold in tears as I squeezed his hand and spoke to him. "I would never allow that. I would never stop looking for you. I know you were scared. You were probably terrified, and I wasn't there for you. I should have been. I should have found you sooner. I should have never left your side. I should have never left you alone. I should have never even let you come to Australia." I listed off, feeling so much guilt.

"It's not your fault." He whispered out.

"Harry, you got hurt!" I cried, distaste toward the tears that fell down my cheeks. I lifted up his hand in mine, the angry red mark from the chains around the circumference of his wrist. "You were hurt by someone, and I wasn't there to help you!"

Silence fell over us as Harry sat up in the hopital bed. "You couldn't have been there." He said, reaching for my arm, but I pulled away and shook my head.

"I could have. I could have stopped so many people from getting hurt in my life. So many people. I've even hurt people before. I've hurt you, Harry! Do you know how hard it is to know that I've hurt you more than once, yet I can't even protect you once? It's my worst nightmare. Imagining you in pain, calling out for me, when I'm unable to be there. Fuck, I'm not good enough for you, but I love you so much, and I would never imagine leaving you, even when I know there are other people who could take care of you better than I can."

"Lou, I wish you'd stop blaming yourself." Harry said, leaning forward to rest his hand on my cheek. "Yes, I was scared. I was terrified, and he did cause me pain," He said, making me look down in shame, "but the thought of you kept me going. Okay? Is it so crazy for me to say that you're my weakness and my strength?"

"I love you." I declared. I pressed a kiss to his lips, not being able to stop the burst of emotions I felt as Harry smiled into the kiss. We pulled apart, keeping our foreheads against one another, and I stared lovingly into his eyes, trying to show him how much he truly means to me.