my angel l.s

chapter #41

harry was in his white hospital bed, watching the television in front of him as liam went to get something to eat, zayn taking a nap in the bed beside the window.

he sighed softly, nothing really that interested him on the telly, currently a re-run of friends on.

"i got you some salad, your favorite dressing as well." harry grinned, looking up at liam as he placed it on the small table attached to the bed in front of him.

"thanks, liam. you're so sweet." he struggled but successfully kissed his cheek, leaning back into the comfort of the pillows.

he nods, sitting in the chair by him. "so, are you sure you don't want louis her—"

"yes, i'm sure. he basically set me up to get hurt, i'm in the hospital because of him. i have stiches in my chest and my ankle and the back of my foot patched up due to his violent dog." harry huffed, crossing his arms as he became upset and angry at the thought of the hours leading up to him being placed in the hospital.

"okay, alright. sorry, i won't ask anymore." harry nodded, tearing the plastic form out of the wrapping. he opened the salad, placing the dressing on it and stirring it up.

"i'm hungry." zayn mumbled, getting out the small made-up bed slowly and walks over to the bed, liam scooting over and giving zayn room to sit by him.

"here, we can share." harry hands him a plastic fork, zayn and him starting to eat.

liam's phone rings, "i'll go take this." he got up, walking out the room. harry and zayn nod, still eating the salad.

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louis rushes out the plane, jogging towards the entrance of the airport, his uber waiting for him. he had his backpack on his back and a medium sized bag in his right hand, harry getting it for him because he noticed how he only used backpacks on trips.

he slipped through people, thankfully no one stopping him as he got closer to the end.

"louis! i'm such a big fan!" he turned his head around, "i'm so sorry love, i'm in a rush! hopefully i'll catch you later!" he finally arrived at the entrance, getting on the concrete and to his uber, slipping in and closing the door, his bags dropping on the ground.

"where are we going again?" the driver asked, beginning to get back on the street. "los angeles community hospital!" he told him, getting out his phone and dialing liam.

it rang for a few moments, "c'mon! pick up!" he mumbled, patting his leg anxiously.

"hello?"

"what room is harry in?" he asked him, looking out the window and wishing the driver could go faster. "um, i can't say."

"why!" he groaned, "tell me, liam."

liam thought for a moment, "because, if you told harry about your dog he wouldn't even be in here."

"what do you mean? sadie is an absolute sweetheart, she may be a bit sick but he would never hurt another soul."

"that's a whole fucking lie, seeing as harry is in a damn hospital bed because your dog went on rampage."

"what? sadie has never done this.." he couldn't even believe this. sadie has never done anything harmful to anyone, the most being a growl. "well, she surely shook us all with this situation." louis sighed, the driver taking a right turn.

"can you please let me see harry? this is all a misunderstanding. i would never ever hurt harry, if i knew he was like this i'd warn him before or not even let him watching her. you know i always want harry out of harms way."