May I Please Have My Heart Back? ❤Larry Stylinson❤ *INDEFINITE HOLD*

Chapter 13 ❤ Patching Up The Holes

            I feel a rush of adrenaline pump throughout my muscles, and I turn away to run for help. I'm stopped in my tracks when I hear Harry's whimper of agony. I can't just leave him here, can I?

            I spin back to face the limp body in the bathtub, nearly hurling at the sight. I bend down to meet Harry at eye level, and immediately feel the dampness underneath my left knee. I become dizzy, the world spinning around me; it doesn't stop me from trying to save Harry.

            I wrap my arms around his torso, brushing his hair from his eyes. His eyelids slowly start to collapse, and I panic, giving him a few shakes. "Stay with me, Harry. Please, stay awake!"

            I look around for anything that would be able to help me… but not a towel, or fabric of any kind, to help stop the bleeding. I wipe my eyes dry with my shirt. Wait a second…

            My favourite striped top comes flying over my head in record time as I put the piece of fabric to work, twisting and pulling it around his blood-drenched arm. The first time fails, do to my loss of grip on the cloth; however, the attempt is a success, and I'm on to the next step of my non-existent strategy.

            I reach into my pocket, holding Harry's wilted body in one arm, and pulling my mobile out of my pocket with the other. I click the on button multiple times, clearly in distress. My hands tremble with anticipation as I wait for it to turn on. But nothing. It's dead.

            I feel myself start to shut down inside, growing dizzier and even more nauseated than before. Pull yourself together Louis. Harry needs you right now.

            I feel him twitch under my bare, damp, red-dyed skin, and I quickly shift my view towards him. His eyes twinkle in their drowsy state. Something strange about that twinkle. Is that… happiness I see?

            His voice mumbles in frail content, "You… you came for me… Lou…"

            I feel the corners of my lips lift into a slight crescent moon shape, "Of course, Harry. I'll always be the one to rescue you. No matter how stupid you are."

            He continues with his fragile grin, and I'm sure he doesn't understand half of what I'm saying, "Tha… that's…" his face sinks, "good…"

            "Harry!" I panic, shaking him as he drifts off to the dark void I'm not quite ready to surrender him to. "Harry, stay with me. Please!"

            His life form disappears almost completely, as he begins to tint a slight gray. I'm not ready to lose you, Harry! Please, Harry, don't go!"

            I burst into tears. This is all my fault. I can't lose Harry. Not now! "Help! Somebody help!"

            I beg the universe to send me a guardian angel. A miracle, at the least. "Please! Anybody, help me!" I let out a long stream of heart-burning tears, followed by pure rage. I smash a hole through the cabinet next to me, screaming at the top of my lungs, "Why won't anybody help me?"