Broken

Chapter 11: why?

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Louis' p.o.v.

One second, I was alone in the hallway crying into my hands. The next second Harry was sitting next to me crying so hard I thought he might hurt himself.

He was wailing about Niall dying and him fucking up and everything being his fault. I have no idea what's happening right now.

"Shit Harry. What the hell is going on?" I muttered, more to myself than to Harry. He was sobbing. His entire body shaking next to me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me.

"Hey, hey. It's okay love. Everything's going to be okay," I murmured through my own tears.

Then a nurse came out of Niall's room. "Mr. Tomlinson?" She asked.

Since I was the oldest, the boys had me sign the release forms, so therefore, they were required to tell me everything they would usually tell a kids parents.

"Yeah." I said look up at her, protectively pulling Harry closer to me.

"Can I talk to you in the lobby for a minute?" She asked.

"Of course. But I'm bringing him with me," I said gesturing to Harry. She just nodded.

I stood up, grabbing Harry's hands and pulling him onto his feet. Instantly, he leaned heavily into me. I wrapped my arm around his waist and he buried his face in my shoulder, still crying.

I led him down the hallway, following the nurse back into the annoyingly sterile-smelling lobby.

She walks us over to a corner of the room, by the doors leading out to the parking lot. Holding Harry closely to me, I looked at the nurse expectantly, waiting to find out what was going on.

"Niall woke up Mr. Tomlinson," her words hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Shit," I said. She looked very confused. Why would I sound upset that my best friend just woke up for the first time in 24 hours after almost dying? I ignored her. She didn't even know the half of what was going on right now.

"Shit," I said again, this time to Harry. "He woke up while you were in there alone. God Haz I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left," I said, huging him. He still seemed dumbstruck, although he had finally stopped crying.

I pulled back and looked at the nurse. "Hes okay right?" I asked, realizing the magnitude of the situation.

"He had some form of a panic attack when he woke up. He hasn't said a word yet, although he is stable," she paused.

"He can't talk, or he hasn't yet?" I asked.

"We don't know. We do know that he lost a significant amount of blood and has a severe concussion. Judging by the cuts on his arms, he is probably depressed and will have to go through therapy before he can be released," she paused. "This one might need therapy as well, because of the trauma," she spoke quietly, gestured to Harry, who was still hiding in my t-shirt.

"Can we see him?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes," She nodded, before turning on her heel and heading towards the elevator.

I let it a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Then I pried Harry off of me and grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to look at me.

"Haz, it's okay, Niall's fine," I assured him, taking his hand and pulling him down the hallway towards Niall's room.

When we reached Niall's door, the nurse stopped and turned to us.

"He probably won't talk to you, and he's very tired, so don't stay too long," she instructed before heading back down the corridor.

The moment i set my hand on the door knob, Harry whimpered beside me.He doesn't need to witness this. He's been through enough. I held my phone out to him.

"Call Liam and Zayn okay?" I asked as he grabbed it out of my hands, nodding.

He turned around and started walking down the hallway. I turned back to face the door.

I didn't blame Harry for not wanting to go in. Hell I didn't want to either, but I had to. Since Niall's parents couldn't be here, I had to step my shit up and be the responsible one. Meaning, I had I go in here and check on Niall.

I took a deep breath then turned the door handle, stepping inside and closing it behind me.

Niall looked the same as before. Pale, sick, and too skinny. He was looking away from me, out the hospital room window.

I walked over to his bed, sitting down at the edge. He turned to look at me.

"Hey Nialler. You really had us worried there for a while," I said.

His sad eyes filled with tears. I tentatively reached out towards his face, wanting to offer him some comfort. He flinched away from me. I drew my hand back and let it fall to my side.

Niall winced and looked away from me, but not before I could see the tears filling his eyes.

"Uh, Harry's out in the hallway, he, um, he hasn't been feeling well. And Liam went to go get some food and Zayn needed some fresh air," I don't know why I felt like I needed to explain why I was alone.

He turned his head to look at me again. I gave him a small smile, hoping he would smile back, or say something. He opened his mouth like he wanted to talk, but then he closed it again. He took a deep breath before struggling to get out, "You weren't supposed to save me."

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Ahhhh this is sad, I know, I'm sorry. That was sort of a crappy chapter, hopefully the next one will be better.