I Won't Run- A Larry Stylinson Fanfic (boyxboy)

Corridors and Deep Breaths

Liam's POV

I pace the long white corridor. Why won't he answer his bloody phone? Of all days, this had to be the one where the two boys were impossible to reach. Probably having a sleep in together. Louis and Harry, Harry and Louis. Inseparable. Though God knows how the dynamic of the band is going to change after today. Who knows how Harry was going to cope, and what Louis would do. Not to mention the fans. Simon's worst nightmare coming true.

I look down at my phone again. Surely they would check their phones soon. Management had already sent a car over. But maybe one more call... I start scrolling through my contacts when I jump as the familiar start of Thriller fills the room. Zayn shoots me a glance and taps the screen of his Iphone. "Louis?"

He says tentatively "Listen, I don't want to explain over the phone, but we need you and Harry to come here. Management has already sent a car over, so you might want to head out to the street?" A short pause. "They'll tell you what's going on, don't freak out, it's going to be okay. See you soon." He hung up before Louis could question him further.

"Thriller? Really?" I asked as jokingly as I could. "It's a great way to build the tension" Zayn said, fake serious look on his face. I snorted. Because we really need music for tension. Strange child Zayn is. A really hot strange child.....Stop it. Really shouldn't be thinking about this right now. Think about the band.  Think about beautiful, lovely Danielle.

The wait continued. Niall couldn't leave the bathroom for more than three minutes, Zayn hardly spoke, and I was about to explode from the uncertainty of the situation. So maybe this would be what tore the band apart. I've always been worried that our luck had to run out somehow. Well, what will come will come. Still, it would be best if Lou and Harry could hurry up, time was definitely slipping away.

I was snapped out my thoughts by the deep voice of Zayn. "What do you think's taking them so long?" He questioned me, deep brown eyes mesmerizing. I felt myself slipping into them.... Snap out of it Liam, now is so not the time. "Um, maybe they're stuck in traffic?" I squeaked, voice unnaturally high. Zayn raised his eyebrows. "Everything okay, Liam?" It was my turn to raise my eyebrows. "Maybe not" Zayn forced a chuckle.

Suddenly my phone vibrated. I had a message from Louis.

9:47 Nearly there, traffic. Harry not looking his happiest. Send our love to the others, see you soon.

I winced thinking about Harry's reaction. Lets just say that I didn't envy Louis's position. It wouldn't be particularly easy to get Harry normal enough to get out and potentially face paparazzi.

9:50 Good luck with Harry. Try not to make him to obvs to the paps, yeah? Drive safe.

I sighed. There was so much responsibility for us now; even Louis was acting like an adult. I guess our immature days are over, at least for now.

Niall's POV

I sat on the hard plastic chair, wondering what was happening to us. It hadn't been so long ago that I was only worried about food and girls. Oh god.  Food. I never guessed that just the thought of it would make me sick. I run to the bathroom for what feels like the millionth time. Why did Harry have to do this to us?

I suppose it's not the problem that is making me sick: it's more the implication. As in, what would happen to the band? Without the band, I have nothing. Without the band, I am nothing. It's not like anyone used to pay any attention to me before One Direction, and I am so grateful to Simon and X Factor for that. But it does make me wonder; would anyone care about me without the band? Would anyone want me? I don't know.  Surely there's someone out there who wants me for me, not my fame, or the band. I sigh and trudge back to the fluorescently lit corridor.

I can't be sick again. My stomach is empty, and I feel so weak and tired, so small. I can feel the familiar presence of Liam enter the room. I barely have the energy, but I look up. His features that I know so well are warped in worry and concern. "Niall. Niall. You look awful". He crosses the room and sits in the seat next to me. "Niall, you have to eat. It's not going to do anyone any good for you to be sick." I give him a small nod and swallow thickly. The noise seems to fill the whole room. "Come on," Liam said softly as he pulled me up gently by the arms, "We can go down to the cafeteria. They'll be here soon".

Zayn's POV

Well, it was always going to happen. Everyone thought it would be me, but it was Harry. Life didn't always turn out the way people expected. I knew this more than most. I wouldn't have guessed a few years ago that I'd be in the world's most famous boy band, living the dream. I rolled my eyes. Living the dream. Yeah, that was totally what I was doing right now. Hopefully this nightmare would end, sometime soon. I want to go back to my dream.

Liam came into the cafeteria supporting Niall. I felt an unexpected surge of jealousy and anger. What? This was Niall: more than that, it was Liam. Liam, one of my best mates in the whole world. Concentrate, stupid. With difficulty I bring myself out of the clouds back to that cafeteria to ask "Vas happenin'?" Wow, Liam's dirty looks are really powerful. Excuse me while I fall over. Not really. "That face was particularly bad, Liam" I teased. "But I've been practicing" He whined "My toothbrush thought it was scary". I shot him a quizzical look. "It talks too?"

Liam frowns. "Doesn't your toothbrush talk?" I laugh. "Well obviously, what toothbrush doesn't?" Liam got a strange look on his face. "Obviously". Huh. Well, something was up with Liam, and I'm not sure its Harry's little problem.

My phone starts buzzing in my pocket. I slide the arrow across before I could get any more shit about my ringtone. "Harry?" "Hey, we're here". His voice was more husky than usual. "You orright, Haz?" A scratchy intake of breath came from the mobile. "I'm scared Zayn", he paused, "I'm really scared. But I think I'll be able to do it". His voice wobbles. "Harry, you know we will do anything we can to help out". "Yeah, I know". He sighs. "Well, we better get going, we're here now". 'Kay, see you soon.". As I hung up, I felt a surge of empathy for Harry. It could have been any one of us. But Harry is the one who is going to go through the biggest challenge of his life so far. I run a hand through my hair as I sat down for more waiting.

Louis's POV

We step out of the black four-wheel drive. I don't know why they think those cars are so inconspicuous; the black tinted windows seem to scream celebrity. Though it seems like I'm the only person who thinks that. No paps or fans here, thank god. I don't know how the public would have reacted to Harry's red-rimmed eyes, or my arm draped across his shoulder. No doubt tumblr would just about explode. Why they couldn't just accept us as friends, I don't know. Though I have to admit at times it feels like something more. Stop. Harry needs support, and nothing else at the moment. And I need to support, and absolutely nothing else at the moment. It's not like I want anything else, anyway.

We go down the corridor we have been led to. Various elevators and stairs later, we arrive at the room. "I'll stay out here, Harry", I said, watching as his beautiful eyes fill with tears. It just about breaks my heart. But I have to be strong, even if it hurts. "Why do you have to leave me, Louis?" Harry says, voice cracking on my name. "Oh, Harry," I almost lose control, "You have to fight this one alone" His face crumples. "God", He weeps, as I envelope him in my arms, "What am I going to do?" I kiss his curls, over and over. "You have to go", I said firmly. "I'll wait for you". Harry sniffs and nods, then gives me a small, sad smile as he turns and starts walking.

Harry's POV

 I walk down the rest of the corridor. God I hate hospitals. It has to be one of the worst smells, and atmospheres in the world. I stop and stare at that plastic door. 5 breaths. 1, for Gemma. 2, for my parents. 3, for the fans.4, for the band. 5, for my Louis. On the last breath I push open the door and step inside.

And there, nestled amongst the blue hospital sheets and pillows, lay a barely breathing, pale girl. And in those pale arms, with their blue veins barely pumping blood, lay my tiny baby daughter.