Beards (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

•Harry•

"Come on Harry get in the car were going to go see lou."

I nodded again unable to say anything. Everything is falling apart, and it all started with a fucking tweet, a tweet that ruined Louis and I, a tweet that made everything fall apart.

The car is silent no one dares to speak thinking they might say something that will hurt me, but in reality just about anything could hurt me right now. The car comes to a halt, everyone gets out of the car except for me. I don't want to walk into that damned hospital. For all I know Louis might be dead, he lost so much blood.

Zayn begins to talk,

"Mate you have to get out of the car"

"Why Zayn? Why do I have to get out of the car. Louis could be dead, my heart can't handle that right now Zayn. I can't walk into that fucking building and see the man I love in pain. I can't deal with the fact that I was the one that did this to him, that I caused him to hurt so much that he wanted to kill himself. That weight is unbearable I can't handle it I almost made someone take their life because I was being a fucking prick. Answer this question for me, would you be able to see the love of your fucking life in a hospital bed because it was your fault, because you were the one that drove him to kill himself?"

I pause for a moment.

"Just answer that one question for me Zayn."

Zayn was left speechless as I walked passed him.

I just stormed into the hospital and sat down in one of those unconformable chairs that they have in the waiting rooms. The rest of the boys came into the waiting room not long after. They all sat down in those chairs without a word.

Now all we have to do is wait.