February 17, 2014
"Let me see him!" Harry shouted angrily while trying to push away from the nurses and doctors that were restraining him from barging into Louis' hospital room.
"We can't let you do that, sir! He doesn't want any visitors!" they argued, Harry's arms pushing people away from his body wildly.
"Don't fucking touch me! Let me see him!" he screamed, tears of frustration flooding his eyes.
"We'll let you see him if you calm down. Please." one of the doctors pleaded as he put both of his hands in front of him, lowering his hands down twice to indicate that he was being honest.
"Please, please let me see him. I want to see him," Harry choked out, the tears finally spilling, "I need to see him."
The doctors and nurses nodded slowly and released his body, no arms on him.
"Which room..?" Harry murmured quietly and combed his fingers through his hair, sniffling while wiping his eyes.
"Room 15." a voice echoed down the halls, and Harry recognized that voice.
Louis.
Louis had heard the loud fucking fight from his room because of course, the door was open so that some air could get in since the windows wouldn't open in his room.
Shitty, right?
"Louis.." Harry breathed out as he ran down the hall, quickly jumping into his ex's room.
Louis looked like a mess. There was a full tray of food in front of him that looks like it hasn't been touched and there was a wire under his hospital dress that was holding his heart rate and he just looked.. Thin.
Louis waved and smiled weakly, breathing not laboured anymore but still being heard. "Baby.." Harry choked out quietly while walking over to Louis, cupping his cheeks lovingly.
"Harry.." Louis murmured quietly while looking back up at Harry, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Baby, oh my God.." the other cried, hugging Louis weakly with a frown.
"What are you doing here..?" Louis whispered brokenly as he lightly nudged the good tray in front of him away.
"I-I wanted to know if you were okay.. You don't look like it.." Harry murmured quietly, biting his lip.
"Well.. I am okay."
"No you fucking aren't, Louis. You aren't okay. I'm seeing you in a fucking hospital bed. You are not fucking okay." Harry said in a tone of disbelief.
Louis furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, slowly moving the full food tray away from him again.
"What do you mean?"
"Louis, oh my fucking god."
"What..?"
"You, are not okay." Harry murmured sadly, lip caught in between his teeth.
"I am a okay, Harry. Stop assuming things." Louis mumbled frustratingly while rubbing his eyes, his stomach silently grumbling.
Louis chose to ignore his stomach and lay silent as Harry examined his pale, thin body.
"You haven't been eating, huh?"
"What do you mean?"
"God fucking dammit, Louis." Harry growled quietly, rubbing his face fiercely.
"So what if I haven't eaten in a few days? Weeks? Months?" Louis said lazily, his head tilting to the side as his neck was too tired to support his head.
"You should eat."
"No."
"He refuses to eat, son." the doctor murmured softly as he leaned against the the doorway, sighing quietly.
Harry looked at Louis in confusion.
Louis wasn't one to starve himself.
Harry was confused, but he nodded silently.
"Okay.."
"Visiting hours are over, by the way. You can come back tomorrow, boy." the doctor told Harry kindly, he nodded and walked out of his ex's room,
slowly walking out of the hospital as well, not even sure if he wants to come back to see that fragile, thin, gorgeous body.
