It Will Rain (Larry Stylinson) {co-written with @Liz_Forever}

Chapter 8

It was like a flowery meadow, with white daisies all over. I was laid down on the ground, looking up at the sky. Everything was perfect, except I felt alone.

My body felt cold and still. I couldn’t move my muscles, I was frozen to the ground, or so it felt like.

It felt like I was dead, yet I still felt alive. I could feel hands moving all over my body, voices around me, some calling my name, but I couldn’t see anything. Just a light blue sky.

My eyes wouldn’t move, they stayed on the blue sky, staring at a particular white speck in the sky. But in less than a second, the speck got bigger and bigger, engulfing around my body, making the meadow change to white. It felt like I was weightless in a pool of white.

A voice keeps calling my name, it gets closer and closer until there’s a body in front of me, a body I don’t recognize.

“Harry, Harry, open your eyes. Wake up,” The body sang quietly, making me confused. My eyes were open.

The body leans forward and touches a spot right above my right hip which makes my body completely go limp. My eyes close and my body falls.

The first thing I see when I awake is a brown ceiling. My eyes blink a couple times before I look around to see needles and other tools. I try to move my body, but I can’t, pain shoots through my body making me gasp and whine.

“You’re up,” A familiar voice says before I hear footsteps and Liam beside me.

“Where’s Louis?” My voice comes out shaky and quiet. “No one hurt him, right?”

“No one did, but they wanted to,” He said before Zayn came in, having Liam whisper something to him before Zayn left again.

“What did you tell Zayn?”

“You’re all full of questions aren’t you? I can’t believe you can have these many questions after you lost so much blood and were under for almost two days, but you’ll find out soon.” And soon I did.

A skinny little boy walked through the door and immediately started crying before running to me, being careful of the stitched up wound.

“I’m so sorry.” He kept whispering out before I slowly brought my hand up and wrapped it around his frame and pulled him as tight as I could without hurting myself. His lips started to place soft kisses on my neck and slowly moved up, covering my face with kisses before stopping and looking into my eyes. “Why did you let them shoot you, you should of let them shoot me instead.”

I pulled him on top of me, avoiding my injured spot. We were both on the cot I was on, Louis on top of me.

“Baby, I will always take a bullet for you. Literally.” My voice held sincerity and my eyes held the honesty I was portraying. Soon his lips were on mine starting a loving kiss. We could both hear people gagging playfully, making me smile into the kiss.

When we both pulled away, we were smiling like mad. We gazed into each other’s eyes before I whispered out a certain three words that made Louis start to cry happy tears.

“I love you.”

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Louis had been cuddling next to me all day. I had figured out through Liam and Zayn that no one was allowed to visit me because I was supposedly resting, but if cuddling up, talking, and playing games with the one you love was resting, then I don’t know what it's called to actually be resting.

“So, tell me about your family. I don’t think you’ve ever told me anything in depth about them.” I say as I watch Louis play with my long fingers.

“I live with my four sisters, Niall, and my mother.” Louis shrugged. “All of my sisters are younger than me, Daisy and Phoebe are the youngest and twins while Lottie is the oldest and Fizzy is the middle child.” He said slowly as he was too distracted by my fingers.

I kissed the side of his head and smiled before Zayn came in with a few pieces of bread and three glasses of water.

“I told them that I was getting food for us three, but this is actually all for you two,” He said as he handed us the three slices of bread and placed the glasses of water on the floor beside our feet.

“Thank you,” I told him as I gave Louis two pieces of the bread, but Louis tore it in half and gave me the other half. “No Louis, I want you to have that piece too. You need it more than I do.” However, Louis shook his head.

“You need to eat it. I’m going to die eventually. I don’t want to be the reason why you're hungry.”  I placed the piece of bread on Louis’ lap and looked up into his eyes.

“You are going to eat that piece of bread whether you like it or not. You are not going to die, and I’m going to make sure of that.” My hand moved up to Louis’ face and stroked it lightly before I leant forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

Louis looked into my eyes and smiled softly before looking down and taking the piece of bread and starting to eat it slowly. A smile lit up my face as I watched him eat it happily and take sips of his water.

“Hey Harry, I gave that letter to Liam to send out yesterday when the mail was getting shipped.” Louis smiled at me a little.

“Okay, a letter back should be arriving in a couple days then.” I smiled back at him before I leaned forward and pulled him into a kiss.

His lips made the pain from the wound go away; he was my healer, my savior. He made me strong, and that’s why he’d be getting out of imprisonment alive.  

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A/N Huh, another update. We’re on a roll, haha! Anyways, I hope you guys liked the attempted at fluff after the sad chapter.

Keep smiling,

Stay Strong,

-Lizzy xxx