11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

chapter 17

-Louis P.O.V-

I picked him up. He lost conscious. I put him in my car and I drove as fast as I could to the hospital. How did he cut? How could he cut unless he remembered? And then it hit me. He remembered. I picked up speed and we arrived at the hospital in time to save him. The doctor picked up Harry and took him into a room. I didn’t know what they were doing with him. I wasn’t allowed to get in.

I sat on the chairs and called the other boys. They came as fast as they could. It was my fault for everything. I put my face in my hands and started crying.

-What have I done? – I said

-It’s not your fault Louis. – Zayn said comforting me.

Liam patted my back and Niall bought us dinner. We all stayed at the hospital for Harry. I felt so guilty and I just couldn’t sleep. I stayed beside Harry looking at his emotionless face.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

I woke up at a hospital. Again. I could remember. It wasn’t Louis’ fault after all. He was sleeping close to my bed. I put my hand on his. He woke up. I smiled at him and he kissed my lips.

-I love you. – I whispered

-I’m sorry. – he replied kissing my neck. I was safe in his arms now. Nobody could hurt us anymore. Nobody. I loved him and he loved me. That was all that mattered.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

My phone started ringing and I got up.

-Sorry. I have to answer this. – I told Harry.

-It’s okay. But come back. – he said.

I answered my phone and it was Anne, Harry’s mom.

-Yes? – I asked

-Is Harry okay? – she asked

-Yeah what’s wrong? – I asked

-I want Harry to come home for a couple of months.

-Why? – I asked

-He needs to get better. – she said. I had a feeling I was going to lose him again.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

Louis came in the room and he looked worried.

-What’s wrong? – I asked

-You’re going to go home at your mum for a few months. – he said

-But why? I want to stay with you. – I said

-It’s for your own good.

-Okay. I can’t say no to you. But promise that you’ll talk to me everyday. – I said with tears in my eyes.

-I promise. – he said and kissed my lips.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

~Morning~

I helped Harry pack his clothes. I’m going to drive you to Cheshire. – I said

-You don’t have to. – Harry replied.

-I want to.  – I said and kissed his lips.

~Four hours later~

We stopped at a small place so Harry could calm down. I didn’t know how I was going to survive without him for three months.

~One hour later~   ~Night~

We arrived at Anne’s house. I helped Harry unpack and I had dinner with them. Before I knew, it was time to say goodbye and I wasn’t going to see him for a long time.

-I love you Harry. – I whispered at the door.

-I love you more Louis, don’t forget me.

-Never. – I said

-Harry’s P.O.V-

~Next day, night~

-Are you okay? – Gemma asked me.

-Yeah. I’m better – I replied

-What happened to you anyway? – she asked

-None of your business. – I said, got up and went upstairs.

I lied on my bed thinking about Louis and our moments. A tear fell out of my eye. I missed him. I grabbed my iPhone and started texting him.

H: knock, knock

L: Who’s there?

H: Harry loves

L: Harry loves who?

H: Harry loves you <3

L: I miss you so much babe.

H: I miss you more.

L: That’s impossible. What are you doing?

H: Nothing. I’m just sitting on my bed thinking about you.

L: Same, love. Go to bed, it’s late. I love you.

H: I love you more bae.

I shut my phone layed on my bed and started at the ceiling thinking about Louis and everything that had happened since we claimed our love for eachother. Series of unfortunate events. I had drank the poison but I was still alive.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

~Two weeks later, night~

I was getting depressed. I couldn’t resist staying without Harry. I had to relax after him leaving me. Somehow I felt comfort in the company of marihuana. Every time I had more I felt my loneliness going away. I started drinking and smoking. I got high. I went to the top drawer of the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka. I had never used it. I took a sip, then two, then I just kept drinking and I lost count of the sips I had taken. The feeling of vodka going down my throat stung. I was disgusting in the beginning but I got used to it. And I liked it. The pain felt so good. I was drunk. I was drunk and high. I didn’t know why or how. But I picked up my phone and called Harry. It was two a.m. what was he going to think?

-Hey bae. – I said

-Are you drunk? – he asked sleepily. He had understood. He knew me so well.

-No. I love you. Bye. Sleep well. – I said and cut him off.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

What was wrong with Louis? Was he drinking? What happened? I was so worried. I texted him a few times. I called him but he still didn’t answer. I didn’t give up and he picked up at my 10th call.

-What? – he said

-What’s wrong? – I asked

-I love you. So much. You have no idea. – he said

- I know, but what’s wrong with you? – I asked

-Nothing. It’s nothing. I love you. – he said and cut me off for the second time.

-Louis P.O.V-

~1 month later, Night~

I couldn’t take it anymore. I just couldn’t. I had to see Harry. I smoked some weed and drank some more. I was dizzy. I got up from the couch and walked through the hallway to find my car keys. I grabbed the keys. I went out the door, got into the car carrying my comforting supplies with me. I had to see Harry. I knew I was in a bad condition but I just couldn’t stay away anymore.

I kept driving and I was sleepy. A cop stopped me.

-You’re drunk. Get out of the car. – he said and pulled me out.

I passed out and he put me in his car. The last thing I could remember was seeing a gray room. A cell. I was in jail. Fuck.

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A/N:

sorry for not updating often. i hope you like it. ily guys <33