Second Chances. (Larry Stylinson) (On Hiatus)

11. "Only You."

(A/N : Hello, Doves. Finally the 11th chapter is here. 😌 And I made it a long one for you all, as a thanks for your patience. So I hope you'll be happy. But....

🚩 WARNING : The chapter is filled with heavy emotions, and probably is the most emotional chapter of all time in the history of my books . When chapter reaches to its end, their is description of Louis' past, so it may trigger some people. It contains physical abuse, molestation, mention of alcohol and drugs. I tried to make it as simple as possible to read without any graphic descriptions. So I hope you won't get triggered by reading it. But still if you are very emotional regarding the topic, please skipped reading the part.

I hope you will like this chapter. And let this cycle of Second Chances begin. 😊 - Rayne)

Word count : 12.6 k

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"Loving and fighting
Accusing, uniting
I can't imagine a world with you gone
The joy and the chaos,
the demons we're made of
I'd be so lost if you left me alone"

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(12 October 2016, Birmingham)
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As soon as Harry closed his eyes, before passing into the unconscious state, Louis lost his voice. All he could think or whisper was "Help !". In his mind he was screaming the word out loud but in reality it was all coming out as whizzing or more like whimpers. His eyes showing no signs of stopping the tear fall. The white in the ball around the cerulean orbs turned bloody as the pain started to rise in Louis' heart. Paul slowly and steadily put Harry's head on the ground, to level with his body. But when he tried to put his white linen hanky on the wound to block the bleeding, even in his broken state Louis snatched it from him and himself put the cloth on the open wound that was leaking red fluid continuously.

The pain that once burned Louis' heart like fire after seeing Harry, had faded away to an icy numbness. Black filled the edges of his vision and the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat thumping hard against his ribcage. His breath starts to ragged, shallow gasps. Louis sat there watching Harry's unconscious figure laying flat on the ground as piece after piece his strength started to shatter.

Louis held the handkerchief firmly yet gently against the bruise that was on the side of Harry's head, to prevent more bleeding. But no matter the pressure Louis was applying to it, the blood was still gushing between his fingers and oozing under his hand. Looking at Harry and feeling the dark fluid of his body drain away over his cold hands, Louis started to feel his own life starting to lose itself. Time itself became irrelevant; the seconds started to feel like hours, or hours mere seconds.

Louis was pleading to the Gods with his head turned skyward to save the person laying on the ground next to him. The person who has been the only knight in the darkness of past 10 years of his life. The person who taught him how to stay strong and happy in the downfall. The person who came out as a protector for him, a million times. A person who he loves more than anything or anyone else in the world. All in all, he was asking from God to save his own life. Everything around him turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds.

It was after a few seconds, Louis heard voices, and suddenly a bunch of hands started to grab him, trying to help him up. Louis came out of his daze and started to look around, try to understand what was all the commotion about. But then he saw the flashing light of ambulance coming through the crowd. The green, yellow, amber and white flashing light crowned on top of the emergency vehicle made him realize that the help was here. Louis looked with his red eyes, at the person sitting in front of him, who was trying to pry his hand off of Harry's wound, but was having difficulty to do so because of Louis' pressure there. A gasp rushed from his lips and he removed his hand immediately, much to the paramedic's relief. Louis' breathing started to come out rapidly and he started sobbing.