Recover

Chapter 1

-Harry's POV-

9 days. 

It's been 9 days that Louis has been in that damned coma. 9 days full of tears from his family, the fans, the boys, and especially me. 9 days of trying to keep it together in front of the cameras, and the stupid fucking interviewers prying at every little detail of the incident. 9 days and long nights of watching my sweet Louis, the one that was always smiling and full of energy, the one that we all love, with his eyes glued shut while hooked up to a machine barely keeping him with us. 

Maybe this never would have happened if I didn't let him drive home alone that night. Maybe if I was in the car with him, that drunk driver would have hit me, and I would be the one lying in that hospital bed. But I am done thinking of all the "maybe's" and "if's". All I know now is that I would do absolutely anything for Louis to wake up, and to be able to strangle the fucking bastard that put him in this situation.

He still manages to look beautiful, though- in his deep slumbering state that I have woken up to so many times before in hotel rooms, on tour buses, or in our old flat that we owned together before things got complicated. Even with his bruised face and split lips that I wish I could kiss right now, he still looks like my little angel. My Louis looks good in anything, even the blue hospital gown that I bet would make his eyes sparkle- if only he were able to open them. 

I smile for a second while thinking about how nice it would be to be able to see his bright eyes once again, or hear his perfectly pitched voice say my name. But that is shattered in a second when I snap back to reality by the sound of the steady yet heart breakingly monotonous beep of the monitor. I break down in tears for what feels like the hundredth time, and Niall rubs my back in an effort to comfort me. 

All of us are in the room together now- Niall, Zayn, Liam, and I in various different seats, but with all of our focuses on Louis. We have all handled our grief differently, but together as our own little family. His real family has been here to see him, of course, but his mother and I have been the only ones faithfully at his side, day in and day out. The only thing stronger than mother's love, is my love for my best mate and boyfriend. 

None of us have been able to talk about what will happen to the band if, god forbid, Louis doesn't wake up. It would never be the same. People don't give him enough credit for it, but our music would be shit without him carrying our harmonies. We have already cancelled a photoshoot and two interviews, but they wouldn't have been any good without Louis' looks or charm. And what about our stadium tour? Would it be cancelled? Knowing Lou, he wouldn't want to let the fans down. But I don't think I would be able to get through one show without the reassurance of one of the secret smiles we share during one of the other boys' solos. We would all fall apart without Louis. I'm afraid I never told him I loved him enough while he was still awake, and I don't know what I'd do if I never had the chance to tell him I love him again. 

At this point the other boys have left to get something to eat in the hospital cafeteria, and his mother slipped out of the room to take a call from another concerned relative. I told them that I would be fine alone, and that I didn't want to leave his side for another second. I brought my chair closer, and took his cold, limp hand in one of mine, and my other hand grasped the cross around my neck. I have never been the religious type- I spent most of my time in church as a kid giggling in the back with my sister, Gemma. But my mother did teach me how to pray, and I couldn't think of a better time to put it to use than now. 

"Erm, God? It's me Harry... I'm not sure if you're listening, or if this will even work, but hell I'm pretty desperate. You blessed me with the gift of Louis in my life once, could you some how bring him back into it again? I'd do anything...please." My voice softened and ended in a choking sob as I opened my eyes to see no change. 

My hand gripped Louis' tighter, and to my surprise, it gripped back. 

"Oh my god." 

A/N: and that's chapter 1! We're just getting started. Let me know what you think of it and if you think I should keep writing :)