Saviour (A Larry Stylinson Fic)

Chapter 19: Destruction

A/N Sorry. Sorry! I can't control myself I guess...

Harry glanced lazily around the sterile white room he was laying in. His nose burned with the intense sterility of it all. The bed was horribly uncomfortable and his back was starting to hurt. He shifted any way he could without pulling the IV clean from his arm, but still couldn’t get comfortable. He hated hospitals with an intense passion. He had spent far too much time in them over the years, and he thought this whole thing was blown totally out of proportion. I mean, he was glad they saved him and all, but he didn’t need to be kept here for some stupid observation. He was fine. Yes, he was stupid and drank when he was taking pills that most certainly shouldn’t have been mixed with alcohol, but it wasn’t any kind of suicide attempt. All he wanted to do was go home, well to Niall’s anyway. As far as he was concerned as of that moment he didn’t have a home anymore.

He couldn’t go to his mother’s house; he had completely told her off when he left to stay with Louis and had no intention of ever going back. Now, he couldn’t go to Louis’ either, that just wasn’t an option anymore. How he could have been stupid enough to get involved with Louis in the first place he couldn’t fathom. He always had a gut feeling it wouldn’t go well, but he chose to ignore it because, well, he just wanted Louis so fucking much. He fell fast and hard and just wanted to be with him. Harry didn’t think he could be with anyone though, he was a dark force, a black hole, that only sucked people into his depravity, his sorrow. Louis was too bright a light to be put out by someone as insignificant as Harry. Someone who didn’t even care about himself, who was still questioning so much in his life. Louis deserved far better than anything he would ever be able provide for him.

He heard a slight knock at the door and it creaked open, pulling him from his reverie and making him jump slightly, the IV tugging uncomfortably under his pale skin.

"Oh, hey, you’re up!" Niall came bounding into the room with a smile on his angelic face. He pulled a chair from the wall and placed it next to Harry’s bed, slumping into it. He reached out and grabbed Harry’s hand in his own, squeezing it tight. "How are you feeling?" Harry shrugged. He felt fine, a little spacey, but otherwise he was fine.

"I feel great!" He said with an large amount of sarcasm, Niall frowned. "Really, though, I feel okay." He squeezed Niall’s hand in reassurance and let a small genuine smile pull on his lips. He was actually incredibly happy just to have his little snowflake sitting next to him. "Just kinda tired, and my head is fucking killing me!" Niall huffed a long sigh.

"The nurse said she was going to give you something for that. Did she not do that?" Harry shrugged and shook his head. He couldn’t remember any nurse giving him anything. "Well, I’ll go find someone, okay?" He went to get out of his chair, but Harry held his hand tighter and pulled him back, he couldn’t be left alone with his thoughts anymore. They just made him pine for Louis and he needed to start moving on.

"I’d rather you stayed here with me. I fucking hate hospitals." Niall returned to his chair and nodded with a slight smile. "Besides, I have this thing." Harry held up the large grey remote next to him with the nurse call button in blazing red at the top and controls for the telly below it.

"I’m pretty sure that’s just for emergencies, innit?" Harry let out a loud laugh and shook his head.

"You’ve never been in a hospital have you?" Niall shook his head. "You can push this button whenever you need something. Nurses are practically like room service around here. Especially when they think you want to off yourself." Harry chuckled again and Niall shook his head in disbelief.

"That’s so fucking twisted, mate." Niall said with a breathy laugh. Harry just shrugged and his lips parted in a devilish smirk that even his innocent dimples couldn’t betray.