Beards (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 9

•Harry•

Waiting.

Countless hours spent on waiting and not one person came to tell us the condition of Louis. Countless hours spent on thinking about how much I messed up everything. During these countless hours nothing was said between the boys and I. The waiting room had an eerie silence to it. No one was talking at all, not even a whisper. I was practically left alone with my thoughts in this waiting room. It was like there was no one here but my conscious and I. I would have hope inside of me every time a doctor walked through a door, but once a different name was called I lost all hope.

Another doctor was walking through the door but this time was coming straight at the boys and I.

"Are you here for Louis Tomlinson" He says looking up from his clipboard.

"Yes. How is he doctor? Is he ok?" I asked frantically

"Yes he will be fine but he did loose a lot of blood and is in recovery. He has to take it easy the next few days. Make sure he isn't under a lot of stress, and also make sure he intakes a decent amount of food every meal. Make sure he takes it easy or his condition could get worse." We all nod at his words.

"Oh and you also need to monitor his actions, if he self harms he needs to go back to the hospital for a check up. His body is so week that it can't take the stress or the harm that he has put on it. One more accident can get him killed." Tears started to blind my vision.

"Doctor can we go see Louis now?" He nodded his head and began to speak again.

"Of course he is in room 217. I want to warn you though the sight is pretty bad to see." We all just nodded and began to walk to the room. I honestly don't want to see the damage that I have done to Louis. I put him into a hospital bed. Hell I almost killed him.

My heart rate speeds up as we approach the room. I'm not prepared to see Louis at all. I don't know how bad the damage is and I just cant see him in pain.

The door to the room came closer and closer until we were right in front of it. We all stood at the door waiting for one of us to open it. Finally Liam grabbed the door handle, twisted it, and pushed the door open.