save my heart (larry stylinson)

Chapter 15: Haunted

Chapter 15: Haunted

(So sorry for wait and then how disappointing this will be agh )


"So when will he be released?" Liam leaned over the receptionists table, trying to sneak a peek at the papers the tight bun lady was working on.

"If he passes his check up, then tonight. If something seems off or we decide he needs more time, then that's not available at the moment sir" Her tone was annoyed as she rolled her small pointed eyes. Liam sighed and retreated to Harry's room.

He found only Louis, slumped next to Harry's bed as Harry blissfully slept. Louis' hand was intertwined with Harry's tightly, as if both of them was scared of losing the other if they let go.

Louis turned to him, "They went to the cafeteria" He answered Liam's unspoken question, and then immediately turned back around.

"Thanks" Liam mumbled as he listened to his feet patter down the hall, nearing closer and closer to the cafeteria where he knew he would find at least Niall.

He spotted the Irish blond right away as he entered, "Hi Niall"

Niall looked up, eyes stormy and full of void, "Zayn's pissed"

"Well what did you do to him?" Liam sighed as he sat down in the uncomfortable grey chair.

"Nothing I swear! I just - well we were eating and talking, the he got this phone call. I'm not sure who it was from, maybe Perrie or his mom. I don't know, but when he got back he was moody and silent. So I tried starting a conversation and I guess he got offended or something, and then he just stomped out and left." Niall explained, using hand motions.

Liam buried his face into his hands as he huffed out a breath of air

Perfect, he thought. Now we have Harry on suicide watch, Louis with no memory, and now Zayn to figure out.

"How much longer can this band last?"

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"Please, Mr. Payne, take care of him" The nurse begged, as she placed the final paper for him to sign, "His parents know of his condition and have agreed to let you take care of him"

"Yeah I know, you've said that two times already" Liam scribbled his name down.

"I highly suggest rehab to help him-" She started

"We're not sending him to rehab!" Liam spit, before shoving the papers back In her face and going to fetch Harry and Louis.

His mind was a mess as he wondered back to the hospital room. So much had happened in this past few months, he'd barely had anytime to himself.

He arrived at the hospital room and entered it only to find Harry sitting sideways patiently on the disheveled bed.

"Where's Lou?" He wondered aloud, eyes scanning the room for anything left behind.

"Don't know, he said something came up." Harry shrugged, following Liam's gaze as it zoomed around the room.

"Harry.." Liam stopped himself and settled for yanking Harry's blue duffel bag from his side and motioning towards the door.

"I assume you want to get out of here?"

"More than anything." Harry nodded, quickly composing himself. He ran a sweaty hand through his rumpled greasy curls and stood shakily.
Liam offers his hand and Harry gladly took it, letting himself be lead out the door, walls crashing brick by brick.

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New Message: To Zayn
From: Louis

Zayn, I think I mighbt hav a prbolem

New message: To Louis
From: Zayn

What? I'm sort of busy right now. Besides, why don't you just ask Liam? Since he knows everything.

New message: To Zayn
From: Louis

I knoww we'er not on goood terms righht nwo but pleas I neeed help

New Message: To Louis
From: Zayn

Okay fine, where are you?

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"So I'm spending the night tonight, and then tomorrow Niall will since I need up on Louis and Loki-"

"I get it Liam." Harry interrupted sharply, curling into the couch. Liam's face fell instantly.

Sighing, Harry turned to face him from his huddle.
"Sorry I just don't like how much you're babying me."

"Harry, we don't want this to happen again. We don't want to have to lose you ever. The guilt is killing us all, we feel like it's our fault. like if we would've been better friends with better eyes, then this would've never happened. God knows what we'd do if you had been successful. I- I don't want to lose you Harry." Liam admitted shyly, sniffling into his coat he had yet to hang up.

Harry's eyes were foggy as his cheeks slowly began to dampen, "I didn't think anyone cared."

"We all care." Liam tearfully smiled at him, face filled with worry.

"Mm tired, I think I'm going to head to bed if that's alright. it's been a rough week." Harry yawned, standing from his now marked place on the couch and stretching. He waited for Liam's nod of approval, before stumbling over the coffee table down and down the hall.

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In his dreams, Harry sees Louis in a field, just the two of them. It's sunny and Louis' eyes are that bright cerulean color, glowing with happiness. His smile radiates happiness, Louis is Harry's sunshine. Then suddenly, everything goes black, and Louis' shining eyes are cold and staring back at him, like daggers.

He wakes up with Liam hugging him, trying to calm his sobbing screams.

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Harry wakes for the second time to hear a muffled voice behind the door. He rubs his eyes, and cracks his ankles before silently walking to the door and leaning against to listen.

"He can't just be missing Zayn, try calling him again."

Harry strains, but he can't hear the response.

"Well if he texted you last night, he's fine!"

"Why didn't you mention that before? Maybe he was drunk?"

"Just wait it out, no need to panic. Maybe he went home with someone and his phone died."

"Okay! okay! No need to get angry."

"He's 22, he knows how to defend himself."

So they were talking about Louis, Harry noted. His feet wobbled, and his hand slapped against the door, creating a echoing of a slam.

"Why don't you - I gotta go" Liam rushed, obviously hearing Harry's stumble.

Harry decided to walk out, playing it as he just woke up.

"Hi" Harry droned out in a deep raspy voice.

"Morning, sleep well?" Liam cringed when he realized what he asked, "Well after you know.."

Harry nodded, "Fine. What was that phone call about?" He couldn't resist asking

"You heard it?" Liam panicked

Harry shrugged, "For the most part. Why does Zayn think Louis' missing?" Harry leaned against the hallway wall, shoulder bumping a old picture of him and Louis from last year. His heart pounded in his chest.

"Zayn got some weird texts, asking him to come get him or something. and now he's not answering. I think he's overreacting." Liam confessed, "But I don't really want to be on Zayn's bad side, even though I think I already am."

Harry frowned, heart still pounding. Louis wasn't answering? What if he was hurt? was he okay?

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Louis leaned against the wall, the dark moist air consuming him and letting him slip away from the world.

His heart was shooting against his chest, hitting with all it's beat, trying to break free from him. Louis didn't blame it, he was shocked he even had a heart.

His vision blurred again, making the bottle in his tight white knuckled grip. His fingers shook with tremor as he poured another pill into his dirt covered palm.

"Need..... t-to .... remember" he choked out, shoving the memory medication down his dry throat.

He remembered more, he knew it was working. It had to be working. all that mattered was he had already remembered though, the day of the accident.

His eyes went blurry again, and he blinked rapidly to stop it. It didn't go away this time. He gasped for breath, but his dry throat felt as if something was clawing up it.

He coughed up dry bile, and fell to the opposite side of it.

His shaking hands found his phone in his pocket at 4%, he unlocked it before typing out the address he was at. 1% , he dialed the only number he could remember.

"Help" He whispered dry and forced as they picked up, then he heard his phone dying.

He didn't care, nothing mattered. He knew it wasn't Eleanor, it had never been Eleanor. It was Harry, always. He was in love with Harry, he just couldn't remember it.

But now he did, he loved the way his dimples would be the deepest when he made a joke, he loved how wide his lips could stretch when he smiled, he loved how responsive his eyes were, lighting up when happy, dulling when sad.

Louis' lips curled into a sick smile as images of his own father yelling at him for acting gay, looking gay, thinking gay. He gasped, throat closing up. He was not gay, he couldn't be gay. Gay was wrong.

He heard a car door slam, he cringed at the loud noise at his sensitive ears,

"Louis?"

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A/N:

I'm a terrible person *ends note here*

You should know why, I'm not explaining.

My apologizes for the shortness and crap quality of this chapter, I was rushing to get it done because I check my wattpad about 20 minutes ago and eXCUSE ME 10.8k READS?!?! I was dying agahagaksdbeisx

Shout out to Haley, you didn't motivate me, or support me.

Song used : Haunted by Beyoncé (love this song, learned it at gymnastics)

Other crap: you guys are amazing. Your patience is insane, honestly. If I was a reader, I'd kill the author honestly I mean I update like once a month (:P) and then I just add more angst.

All right, that's all for now. I love you guys, thank you for all the support! I don't understand how this had so many reads! or how people are still reading agh.

Throw cactuses at me if I don't update for another month k? k

4 months until The fault in our stars movie comes out! Anyone excited?

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