To Save A Broken Heart (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Awaken

Harry's P.O.V

"W-whose going to t-tell him when he w-wakes up?" Zayn choked out as we waited outside Louis' room. His private room. We weren't allowed in until he wakes up.

"You should go home - we can contact you when he finally wakes up," the docter had told us as we were given the verdict; Louis entire left side of his body was smashed up and he was in a coma. He has been for the past two days. But all of us agreed that we had to stay together, for Louis.

Eyes flickered to me. I know why - I shared a bond with Louis and Laila, I was their closest neighbour and I pigged out their fridge every evening. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't.

"I... I... c-c-can't guys." I croaked and put my head in my hands. I tugged on each curl separately.

Eyes flickered to Liam. I know why - he was the sensitive one towards other people's emotion.

"L-let's do rock-paper-sissors," Liam replied softly, his voice only wavering once. I could tell he was sick of himself for settling this on a game of luck. But that's all life is, luck.

The boys settled it. Niall would be the one to tell him.

Niall had excused himself to go to the toilet's after this happened, and I waited two minutes and then I said that I had to go to the bathroom, too.

I trudged along the hallways like a ghost; it was so empty. I didn't feel like me, Harry Styles. I missed that guy.

As soon as I opened the door to the male toilets, Niall flung his arms around me. His cheeks were scarlet and his eyes were puffy. Tears streamed down his face. I didn't look in the mirror because I knew I probably looked worse.

"I-I don't k-know if I c-can do this," he whispered into my ear after sniffling. I stiffened at that... because shouldn't I be the one telling Louis? I had known them the most! I was their closest friend... their brother. 

"Niall," I started to say, then gulped loudly. Later, when the time came, I would regret this. I would blame myself on why I volunteered to do it. To see the pain Louis would experience because of my words would be as sharp as a razor blade. A thousand knives attacking me.

But I had to do it.

Louis' P.O.V

Beep beep... beep beep... beep beep...

What was that? Was Harry playing a trick on me? Or Laila? God help them if they are; I have my bucket of slime waiting for them.

All I saw was darkness... no light.... where was I? Was I kidnapped? Oh my God am I dead? No, heart still beating because I can feel it in my ear (the pulse).

And then the pain came.

I felt like I was on fire! My limbs were scorching as the fire raged from the left side of my body to my right, to my brain and then to my heart. I tried to call out - why didn't somebody put the fire out?! - but my mouth remained locked.

The pain went on.

After an infinitive amount of time, I felt my head stir. My finger twitched and it ached so much. How much of my body was charred and burnt?

And then my eyes opened to see my sister.

"Laila," I breathed and I felt my mouth curl up into a smile. I felt better now; Laila was right here and I was fine.

"Hi Louis," she smiled back and I felt the pain descrease. I glanced down to see my body covered in bandaged and tubes and other things. And I couldn't move the left side of my body.

"What's happening Laila? I can't remember what happened before," I gasped as pain shot through my left leg.

At least Laila was okay. Not a scratch on her. She looked exactly the same! Still dressed in the short, beaded dress she had on for the concert, but her face was clear of makeup and her hair was down, just how I liked it.

"Sh, Louis," she cooed and came closer to me. I tried to reach my hand out to her but it was too heavy. As though reading my mind, her arm rose up as if to caress my cheek.

Before her skin made contact with mine, the door swung open to reveal a middle-aged woman with dark skin and her braided hair was tied back off her face.

"You're awake, Mr Tomlinson, thank goodness," she said and her face was plastered with a smile. I returned the gesture, though more out of politeness that anything else, and looked over at Laila.

But she was gone.

"Excuse me, where did my sister go? Laila?" I asked, my voice ravelly and parched. That smile faltered. "And where am I?" I added. Laila didn't really give me any information to be honest.

"You are at St Mary's Hospital," she answered. "I am your docter. Dr Bennett. I will be overseeing your recovery," she added and checked the beeping box.

"H-hospital?" I repeated. "Why?"

"You were involved in a car accident. A drunk driver went through a red light and collided into you." Dr Bennett said. Her words were smooth, calming and rehearsed.

"Ooookay, but what happened?" I whined, terribly aware that my voice was so childish. Again, I glanced to where Laila was, but she had literally disappeared as soon as Dr Bennett came in. Maybe she was hiding under the bed and had a prank up her sleeve.

That was so much like Laila.

And why did I feel... incomplete? Like a little bit of me was taken away. I felt detatched from reality almost.

"I think it'd be best if you tak with your friends," she said and walked out the door again before I could say anything.

A hospital, huh? Well, it looked like a pretty swanky hospital to be honest. Sure, the white walls were still there, but it was a little more personalised. Photo's of me and the boys and Laila were dotted around the shelves along with the tour poster.

The door opened again. Quietly. I prepared myself for another doctor but to my astonishment, Liam popped his head around the door.

"Oh my God, Louis!" He cried and rushed over to me, tears leaking out of his eyes. The boys followed suit, Harry last.

I noticed there faces.

Zayn was like Liam as the huddled around me. Niall already had a stream of tears going before he walked through the door. But Harry looked utterly miserable; curls drooped and dirty, clothes stained and worn. In fact, all of their clothes were like this. And Zayn's quiff lacked it's usual bounce.

"Hey guys!" I exclaimed loudly and beamed at them. There was something wrong with my smile. And sure enough, one of my back teeth were missing. Great. I hate the dentist.

"Hi, how do you feel?" Liam asked and placed a hand over mine. Some would think this is a romantic gesture, but trust me, it's not.

"Confused. My body hurts and my head hurts... even my heart hurts, like something has been taken away from me." I gabbled and I didn't miss the stricken look they gave eachother. "What?" I mouthed as the looked meaningfully at Harry.

"Louis, do you know what happened?" Harry asked. His voice! It was lifeless! So unlike his normal tone.

"Er, I think so. Dr Bennett said that I was in a car crash. Some drunk driver hit us because the idiot ran through a red light. Unlucky, huh?" I said and Liam's hand tightened on mine as if preparing for something. "Where's Laila? I would have thought she'd be with you guys," I asked innocently.

Every one of them flinched at my question - especially Harry. And they looked at me with sorrow-filled eyes.

What was going on? Was I that badly hurt?

And then I saw what Harry was holding out to me.

It was my sister's necklace.

"Laila's dead, Louis. She's never coming back."

A/N: I don't know what to say. This has put me in a really depressed mood.