Miss You

Eight

-Chapter Eight-

-Miss You-

Harry was still in the hospital, although it didn't seem like his condition was getting any better and he was staying in the state he was when he had woken up, he wasn't getting any worse, which was good.

Louis still hadn't left his side, all of Harry's band members coming to see him.

Word had gotten out and had now flooded newspapers, magazines, news channels, and social media.

The TV had a segment about Harry's condition on it, and #GetWellSoonHarry was trending on every social media site possible.

The other One Direction boys (including Zayn) had reached out to Harry, telling him they hoped he would be better soon.

Harry's sister Gemma had FaceTimed Lou so she could see Harry, as she wasn't able to fly in.

Harry's mum Anne had boarded a flight the night before, and her plane had landed not too long ago, Lou had went to pick her up.

Louis still sat next to Harry's bed, holding onto his hand tightly.

Harry was asleep, but he didn't look as peaceful as he used to.

His eyes were still hollowed in, dark purple circles underneath his eyes.

His skin was still pale, his hair was a mess, and his lips weren't as pink as they normally were.

His breathing was still uneven, so they had an oxygen tube in his nose.

He had complained to Louis about the IV in his hand earlier, but there was nothing that could be done about that.

Louis was still as worried as he had been the night Harry went into his fit of shock, as the doctors had warned of his anxiety got up to high or he freaked out over something he could easily go into another fit.

Louis stroked Harry's hand, wanting to badly to kiss him, but not wake him, so he didn't.

Loud and quick footsteps were heard before Anne appeared in the doorway.

Her hair was a mess, eyes red from most likely crying, she looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"Anne", Louis breathes out.

Anne slowly comes in, relaxing slightly when she sees Harry sleeping, even if it wasn't peacefully.

"H-How is he?", Anne asks, once she's standing next to Louis.

Louis sighs.

"Better, I think. But he's fragile now. Any tiny bit of stress can be fatal for him, he could easily go into another fit", Louis explains.

"I just don't understand how this could happen to him, he always seems so calm", Anne says.

'Yeah, but I know how it did' Louis thinks to himself.

"Yeah, I don't know either", Louis lies.

It stays quiet for a few minutes, before Louis stands.

"Do you uh, do you want to sit with him for a bit?", Louis asks.

Anne nods.

"Yeah. You look like you could use a break. When was the last one you got any sleep, love?", Anne asks, concerned for Louis.

"Eh, I've had a small nap yesterday and one earlier today since he's been here", Louis says.

Truthfully, Louis looked almost as bad as Harry did.