save my heart (larry stylinson)

Chapter 20: Are you Satisfied?

Chapter 20: Are you satisfied?

the tapping of a light down pour against the window added to the gloomy mood the waiting room was in.

Harry sat in the cushioned chair, knees pulled to his chest, arms around himself, chin tucked down into his legs.

The silence bouncing around him seemed to be prickling at his arms and raising his tiny hairs.

The occupied chair next to him added to his cluttered feeling. Harry swore he could feel the heat radiating off Louis' arm, though he had scooted furthest to the side as possible.

Louis was avoiding him, he was pretty sure. And the frustration from it burned prominently in his chest just as the anxiety from Clair's condition did.

The phone call he received those few hours back had briefly stated she had slipped into a coma over the corse of night sometime - and that they were sure this was it.

Harry knew he overreacted, with teary eyes and a silent prayer to save her almost instantly. But that's not what he cared about, all that mattered to him was the fact that Louis of all people had stumbled out of his way to lend a hand - or a hug, to him.

Now the only type of support he received from the Doncaster lad was shaky breaths, clenching fists, and rushed glares.

He just didn't understand, why Louis was always like this. One moment willing to be there for Harry and the next seemingly unable to be within a mile radius.

"Louis? is that you?" A polite lady, clad in a white doctors coat greeted.

"Yeah, s'me" Louis grunted in reply, showing signs of no particular interest in conversation.

"It's great to see you! How've you been?" She smiled genuinely, avoiding Louis' lack of endearment.

Louis released an almost silent sigh that only Harry managed to take note of, before engaging into conversation with the brunette doctor.

"Styles?" A receptionist called, glancing around the room. Harry stood and walked up to the desk, nerves swirling in his stomach.

Her apologetic glance made his stomach tighten to a pit of anxiety. He couldn't lose her - he needed her to get through this.

"Oh no! I'm sorry if I scared you there, the doctor has informed me that he thinks she'll be under for a while longer. He's estimating days to weeks. Her conditions stable, but usually when someone with her condition goes under they don't make it back up, sweetie." She explained, her voice honey sweet and words having less of harm on Harry,

"To sum it up, he thinks you and your friends should head home and rest. You'll be the first to be contacted at any signs of anything"

"Thank you." Harry quickly breathed out, glancing to the seats where Liam, Niall, and Zayn sat.

"She's still unconscious, doctor suggested rest while we can. So let's head out." Harry motioned with his hands to the double doors leading them out of hell.

"Hey, Harry would you mind giving Louis a ride home? Liam and I are heading up to look for apartments and Zayn's going straight home since it's a hour drive." Niall casually asked, as if it wasn't the worst he could've said.

"Sure" he went alone, not being able to decline without raising suspicions.

"Thank you! Stay strong buddy." With a quick pat hug, Harry was left with eyes boring into the back of his head.

"You're riding with me." Harry stated simply before walking out to his car, knowing Louis had been listening.

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