Mindless ( A Larry Stylinson Fanfic) boyxboy

Chapter 8

Awwwwww guys , this is the last chapter of this fanfic ( + the epilogue which i really love.) hope you enjoyed the larry stylinson and embrace the last lines of this story , thank you for reading it means a lot(L)  ( i made that ugly heart cuz i couldnt find the right key aksdjds never mind)

love u guys 

- fay :')

Chapter 8 

My steps were echoing in the long unblemished corridor of the St Joseph hospital. Everything was blurry and my gaze was focusing on the receptionist I was running towards to. The lady on the phone told Liam that it wasn't a serious injury but that Harry would need some days to heal and he had to stay at the hospital for observation. They stated that he had a concussion and a broken arm...they didn't add any other detail and just urged us to come to the hospital as soon as possible. I'm not going to lie , even if the lady said it wasn't serious , i'm still worried head over heels. It's my fault , actually. If I didn't weep like a baby and tried to go and talk to him instead he wouldn't have run away in such a hurry. But then , what the fuck was he thinking?

I got up to the front desk and literrally screamed.

''WHERE IS HE ''

An old lady with ugly glasses - i have to point them out- startled and instantly replied :

''You must be Mr. Tomlinson. Mr Styles is in the Room B , first floor ..I would recommend-''

But I didn't have time to hear her talking. I turned to the first hall and hurried to 'Room B'. As soon as I was in front of the closed door , I held the doorhandle but hesitated.

What if he didn't want to see me. What if he doesn't want to talk to me. What if he thinks all of this is my fault. What if he'll still ignore me. What if-

At that moment , I had to slap myself with my own hand to get these thoughts out of my head. I put my hand in my back pocket , strocking the paper hidden in it. I know. Pathetic. I brought the letter with me ,  it just felt like Harry would be closer if I brought it with me...I-- Why do I take the time to think , it's irrelevant. I breathed in slowly and let it out before opening the door. I risked a quick glance in the room and saw him.

There he was.

Laying on the bed , eyes wide open , staring deeply into...quite frankly nothing. He seemed lost in millions of thoughts and completely knackered. He didn't look so bad - little bruises covering his left arm and face.His right arm was probably the broken one from the way it was firmly held in plaster and laying against his torso. I quickly looked up at his face. Oh how I missed seeing those piercing green eyes , red cheeks and pinkish fine lips of his. Scratches were covering the other half of his face but fortunately the lady said that they wouldn't leave any permanent scars. Still , it broke my heart, seeing him so innocent and small in the middle of a hospital room just made me feel something. Maybe guilt? Yeah , I thought , Guilt was the right feeling. But then , I wonder what went through his filthy little mind. Yes , he saw me completely break down in sobs but why would it affect him so much since he hated me? He has been ignoring me for weeks , what was he expecting? That I would just get over it and forget him easily ? Sometimes I just don't get what's with this cheeky lad. I coughed subtly . His gaze shifted towards me and for the first time in weeks , he properly looked at me. All kind of emotions overwhelmed me.

Anger.

Joy.

Sadness.

Angst.

Whathefuckness.

Anger.

Envy.

Anger.