Save You Tonight (A Larry Stylinson Love Story)

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// A.N hey guys!! Sorry it took me so long!! (like months XD) I'm just REALLY busy writting my other stories, as u can see I have like six or so other stories to update, but I felt I had to write this chapter. I just can't leave u hanging, EVEN THO I DID IT FOR LIKE A MILLION YEARS!! But anyway :3

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Part Three

I hold my hands in my head, afraid that if I look up I'll see the doctor coming towards me baring bad news. Liam had wondered off somewhere to sign some papers or whatever. Not that I cared.

Geez, I hated the waiting area. Always have, always will. It's too quiet and plain, as if life had never touched it, if you close your eyes and imagine. The only thing audible was the slight hum of a machine in the distance. Damn, it's so depressing in here.

At the end of the hallway I sit in come the faint sound of footsteps. My blood runs cold.

Here they come, I think. The doctor is going to tell me that they did everything they could but couldn't retrieve him. They're going to say that he's in a better place now and that it's better to be at total peace than in painful agony.

I don't trust anyone anymore, not even the lads. I can't. Not after what had happened tonight. No one can speak to me and expect me to be my normal bubbly self when my boyfriend (since around an hour ago) is fighting for his life while I stand on the sidelines, praying he won't leave me.

A finger taps my shoulder, but my head feels heavy and my neck weak, so I don't look up. Another tap, "Louis?"

That's not a doctor...

I look up, "Niall?"

His eyes are so, so red, to match with his flushed cheeks and nose. His blond hair is ruffled, as if he'd just woken up- which was probably the case since it's the middle of the night.

"Hey, Lou." he squeaks.

Without thinking, I shoot up and rap my arms around him, burying my face into his shoulder.

"He's not coming back, Niall," I sob, "I'm going to loose him forever."

The Irish boy strokes my hair and whispers, "Don't think that way, Louis. You have to have faith. He'll be fine."

I shake my head, "You didn't see what I saw, Niall... There was so much blood..."

So, so, so much blood.

"Shh..." he hushes me.

Niall had always been there for me, even when I didn't need him to be. I'd told him about my feelings towards Harry long before today, so he has a pretty clear picture of how much this is hurting me. I think he's the only person I can tolerate at the moment.

"Don't worry, Lou." he says, "He'll be okay."

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By now all the boys had arrived and I'd told them everything. From the dares to the kiss, from the gun shot to the sandwiches. They were all crying and weeping in one another's arms, but I refused to be touched by anyone other than Niall. All my tears have gone- I guess I've cried myself dry.

Nothing. It's all I feel.

I'm completely numb.

No emotions.

No thoughts.

No senses.

No nothing.

"Why did he even have to go somewhere?" chokes out Zayn.