You're My Only Direction

Chapter Fifteen

Hello readers! :D So this is another song chapter…you know the routine: wait until you see the Play Audio, and the song is If You Never Got Sick by The Wallflowers. I was looking through my mom’s CDs and when I heard that song I was like HOLY CRAP THIS TOTALLY FITS LOUIS AND HARRY’S SITUATION IN MY FIC! So, maybe listen to the song a second time after you read this and pay close attention to the lyrics! Anyway I hope you like this chapter! J Vote and comment! http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/wallflowers/ifyounevergotsick.html  Okay, so if you go to that site, there will be a music player looking thing at the top and if you press the play button it will take you to a site that’s similar to Pandora and it should play If You Never Got Sick by The Wallflowers. Sorry this is so much work; the song isn’t on youtube, so I couldn’t put a video on the side…

Harry’s POV

            “I’m so excited to be here with you, Haz,” Louis grinned as he grasped my hand in his firmly.

            “It’s really not that exciting, Louis,” I shrugged as we entered the reception area. Louis glanced around the lobby in wonder.

            “Seriously, have you never been to a hospital before?” I demanded, raising an eyebrow at him.

            “Yeah, I have, I’ve actually been to this one before. I brought you here, remember?” He replied.

            “Of course I remember,” I nodded. How could I forget?

            “It all seems so different in the daylight and when I actually look around and take it all in. The first time I was here, well I was a little preoccupied with my thoughts…” Louis said, looking at me meaningfully. I looked away and continued on to the receptionist’s desk.

            “Hullo, Marge,” I greeted the old woman behind the desk.

            “Hello, Harold,” she replied with her little twitch of a grin. Then her eyes focused on Louis and our entwined hands. She raised a questioning eyebrow at me. “So, the boyfriend is back, but this time he’s actually the boyfriend?”

            “Basically,” I nodded with a chuckle. I was honestly surprised that she remembered that first time that we came here and thought that Louis and I were dating; it seemed like such a long time ago.

            Marge grunted, twitched her little twitch of a smile, and began scrolling through the appointments. “The doctor will be with you shortly, Harold,” she wheezed, gazing at me over her horn rimmed spectacles like she always does.

            “Thanks Marge,” I replied as I lead Louis over to the chairs. I glanced back at Marge and noticed she was twitching her twitch of a smile at us, but this twitch was the biggest twitch that I had ever seen her twitch in all of my visits to the hospital. I grinned to myself and plopped down in the uncomfortable chair with Louis at my side.

            “Can I please just go back there with you? I want to be with you, to support you,” Louis whined, giving me his best puppy dog eyes and pout.

            “No, Louis, we’ve already talked about this so many times. You can support me just as well from out here,” I insisted.

            “You and I both know that, that’s not true,” Louis replied, crossing his arms like a child.

            I didn’t have to continue the argument though because the doctor came out of those double doors and called me back. I followed him and right before pushing open the doors I glanced back at Louis, he was watching me with the eyes of an abandoned kitten. I tried to shake the look from my mind but as I followed the doctor to my typical room I just couldn’t seem to get the image out of my head.