Tired.

Chapter 2

LOUIS' POV

I kissed Eleanor goodbye, and went home to see if Harry was there. It took about 10 minutes to get to the flat from the theatre we were at. When I got back, I placed my keys on the counter and walked into the living room, expecting Harry to be in there watching the television. But he wasn't. It was kind of odd since that's where he usually is when I'm not home. I knew he must've been home since the lights were on so I decided to check. I walked into the kitchen thinking that he'd maybe be in there instead but he wasn't.

"Harry? Are you here?" I shouted throughout the flat that we shared. No answer. "Harry, I know you're in here somewhere!" I decided that he must be playing games. I saw his car out front anyway so I knew he was here. I went to check the bedroom. I walked in to find glass on the floor. I started to freak out a bit.

"Haz, what happened in here?" I walked around the room, trying to avoid the pieces of glass that were on the carpet.

As I was walking, I found the picture of Eleanor and I that I framed from our ski trip.

"Harry? Why is this broken?" I started to get suspicious. I saw that the picture of Harry and I was at the end of my bedside. I walked over to where it was to see a hand right next to it.

"Harry..?" I walked closer and saw Harry. On the ground surrounded by a puddle of blood.

"Oh my fucking God! Harry!!" I immediately dropped to the ground to check his pulse. He was still breathing. Thank God.

His arm was all cut up and there were tear and blood stains on his clothes.

"Oh my God.. Harry, please wake up! Please! Don't do this to me! C'mon!" I had his head on my lap, shaking him, while I was dialing 911 with my other hand.

I called an ambulance to come and get him. They came under 3 minutes. I was bawling. Harry can't die. He can't.. When the paramedics got him into the ambulance to leave, I followed after with my car, Crying the whole ride to the hospital. I called his mum and step dad to come quickly. They were there before I was.

We got there and the paramedics unloaded Harry for the ambulance and raced him inside. I quickly followed after, holding his hand the whole time. Once we got to the room, the doctors wouldn't let me come in with them. They locked me out. All I could do was watch through the window of the door and hope that he'd be okay. I was freaking out along with Harry's parents. All we could do was watch the Paramedics try to revive Harry. I couldn't take it. I was banging on the door, crying so hard. I couldn't do anything for him..

Harry's parents and I left to go sit in the waiting room, deciding that we couldn't stand seeing Harry in so much pain. Alone.

"What if he doesn't make it..? What if this is all of my fault?" I ask, tears streaming down my face. Anne rubs my back.

"Sweetie, this isn't your fault.. Harry just needed someone to help him but couldn't find a way to speak his words. He'll be fine.. I promise." She says, trying to make me feel better. But I could still see the pain in her eyes. I knew that she wasn't even sure about her words. I could tell. All I could do at this point was pray that Harry was going to be okay. Well, even more than okay, I want him back to how he used to be. A very kind person to be around, and every time I look at him, I'd see joy in his eyes. Nothing but joy.

It had been hours since I last heard about how Harry was doing. I have no idea if he's alive or if he's.. dead. I was going crazy. I needed to see him. It was almost 9:00 and I haven't heard about him since noon. But that was when they were trying to get him to regain consciousness. That was it. I think the best part about seeing it happen was the idea of him feeling the pain. Not that I wanted him to feel anymore of it, the idea of him just being able to feel something brought hope to myself.

I was exhausted but I couldn't sleep. I was paranoid and had so much anxiety about what was happening to Harry. It's all I could think about. I looked over to see that his parents had fallen to sleep but it was a whole other story with me. I also kept blaming everything that was happening on me. I was too dumb to notice the pain that Harry has been going through. I've been so caught up with myself that I hadn't noticed a single thing that had been going on with him. The question was, what was wrong with him? Why had he been feeling this way? I had to find out right away.