Scars (Harry Styles and Taylor Swift)

Chapter 37

Louis POV

It's been two days and Harry still hasn't gotten better. I invite the boys and friends over everyday but nothing works. Zayn never comes though which is who Harry needs. Zayn was always better at this than I was. But Taylor needs someone, Zayn is helping her.

I open the door and smile weakly at Liam and Niall.

"Hey. How is he?"

"Not any better. He just lays there in bed mumbling to himself all day. We need Zayn to talk to him."

"But Taylor needs Zayn." Niall says.

"Exactly. Management said we only have 2 more weeks of break. Harry needs to get better or at least fake it." I say.

"Maybe Zayn can come over there and I can help Taylor." Niall says.

"No. Zayn called and she feels terrible about what happened with you and Harry. She doesn't want to hurt you guys anymore," I sigh running my hands through my hair. "Lets go check on Harry."

We go upstairs and I open Harry's door.

"Harry. Liam and Niall are here." I say quietly. I bring Liam and Niall in and they wave.

"I hit her. I hit her. I hit her." he mumbles.

"That's all he does. They got mad at each other and he lost his temper. He struck her across the cheek and he said she was scared of him," I sigh again and rub my eyes.

"Louis?" my head snaps up.

"Yes Harry?" I say excitedly.

"Sleep." He mumbles. I shake my head slowly.

"No, Hazz I need to take care of you."

"Sleep." I look at the other boys who nod. I walk over to Harry and brush some curls out of the way.

"Ok. Please get better," I kiss his forehead gently and start to leave.

"No! Stay. Sleep here." I look at Harry who is now sitting up looking at me with worried eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I can't sleep because of nightmares. Please help." I look at the younger boy and my heart breaks in two.

"Ok," I say crawling into bed with him. He lays back down and faces me.

"Louis?"

"Hm?"

"Will I ever get Taylor back?"

"I hope so. Now sleep ok? I'm here." he nods and I wrap my arms around the poor boy. "Sleep tight Harry."

Zayn POV

I look at the blonde siting across from me.

"Please eat." I beg. She just stares blankly at the wall behind me.

"Taylor, what would Harry want you to do?" she looks at me with sad eyes and nods. I hand her the bowl of soup and the spoon. I watch her take small bites and smile.

"Taylor, will you talk?" she shakes her head. She gives me the food back and I sigh. "Ok. You did better. You ate 10 bites today." She looks at me and holds her arms out.

"Ok. Lets go." I pick her up and take her to the guest bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and she pays he spot beside her. "What?" she makes a scared face and hits her cheek lightly. "Scared?" she nods. "Ok," I lay beside her and pull her close. She rest her head on my chest and drifts off to sleep.

We need to fix these two. I grab my phone and look at Taylor. Should I leave her? No, if she wakes up she will be upset. I sigh and dial Louis' number.