Broken

Chapter 12: eventually

So basically this is right when Harry calls Liam, I just didn't include any of it from Harry's p.o.v.

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Liam's p.o.v.

I gasped and almost dropped the phone.

"Louis?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"It's H-Harry," he stuttered.

"Where's Lou?" I asked, trying to sound calm. Although Harry was technically the "leader" of the band, he was taking this really hard so I needed to be strong for him.

"With Niall," Harry answered, standing like a small child.

"Okay, I just got the food and ill be right there yeah?" I said.

"He's fine, they said, but I haven't seen him," Harry told me.

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute," I told him again.

"Hurry," Harry whimpered, and then the line went dead.

I set my phone on the passenger seat of the car and took a shaky breath. Harry was usually the strong one. I hadn't heard harry sound this broken since, well, I hadn't ever hear harry this broken. It hurt me. And scared me.

Zayn's p.o.v.:

"Hello," I said into my phone, trying to sound like I hadn't been crying.

"Hi zayn," Louis had called me, but this wasn't louis.

"Harry?" I asked.

"Yeah *sniff*" he sounded even worse than I did.

"You okay mate" I asked, trying to sound comforting. (Which wasn't my specialty)

"No... N-niall woke up a-and-" I cut him off.

"WHAT?" I exploded, standing up and walking back towards the elevator from the lobby Chair I'd been sitting in.

"I was alone with him and he couldn't breathe and then they pushed me out and he doesn't talk and I don't want him to die because of me and-" he started sobbing.

I broke into a jog. "Hey I'll be right there mate okay? Just calm down Haz it's gonna be alright," I said, knowing it wouldn't help.

I hung up the phone as I stepped out of the elevator on Niall's floor, to see harry sobbing on the floor. I sat down next to him and pulled his shaking form to me.

"Hey, Niall's fine Haz. Thanks to you. You saved him Harry, you did. If you wouldn't have saw that text, and insisted we check on him, he might," my voice caught on my throat. I took a deep breath before continuing. "He might be even worse off," I finished lamely.

He sniffed and took a shuddering breath, finally relaxing into my arms.

"That's it. Everything's going to be okay," I soothed, rubbing circles in his back.

He pulled away after a few minutes and laid his head on my shoulder, finally calm enough to speak.

"I already called Liam, and h-he said he's coming and Lou is i-in there with Niall," he said, his voice shaking.

"So we can go in?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said quietly.

"If I go in there, will you be okay out here by yourself?" I asked, ruffling his hair.

"Don't leave me," he whimpered.

"Will you come with me then?" I asked.

He nodded solemnly. "I'm s-scared though. And I don't know what to say to him," Harry whispered, looking at his hands. I'd never seen harry look so helpless before and it scared me.

"Don't worry about it haz, he needs you. Just tell him that you're here for him and that you're glad he's okay," I suggested, standing up. He stood up, taking a deep breath, and nodded.

I grabbed his hand and together we opened the door and stepped into Niall's room.

Harry's p.o.v.

He really was awake. I could see his eyes and they were looking at me. He really is okay!

"Niall!" I cried, racing to the edge of his bed. I stood beside Lou, who was siting in the chair. Lou slid his arm around my waist.

"Hi," Niall croaked out, his voice barely a whisper.

I felt my eyes widen. "I thought you didn't talk," I whispered.

Louis pinched my side as if to warn me about something, but I didn't know what he was trying to say.

Niall looked at me sadly for a minute, then he broke eye contact with me and looked down.

He started crying. Silent, racking, sobs that shook his frail body, making him seem fragile.

"Look, Ni, we're not going to apologize, I'm sorry, but we can't. I am not sorry that we saved you," Louis said, not looking at me.

What the hell is going on? I opened my mouth to ask what he was talking about, but Louis looked at me sharply.

"Don't," he said quietly. He didnt need to explain. I knew we couldn't talk about this here.

Once Niall had calmed down, zayn walked around to the other side of Niall's bed.

"Hey Nialler," he said reaching for Niall's hand. Niall recoiled his hand and held it close to his body. Zayn pulled his hand back, looking hurt.

"Hey," Niall whispered tiredly. He opened his mouth again, but Zayn stopped him.

"I don't want to hear it Ni. I'm just so gl-glad your okay. Nothin else matters," he muttered, somewhat awkwardly. Zayn had never been one to talk about feelings an mushy stuff. He might have even been blushing.

After a few minutes, Liam arrived and had roughly the same brief conversation with Niall, who was too tired from the talking and conked out shortly after.

For a while we all stood around his bed and watched him, we didn't know what else to do.

"He's asleep guys, we can talk now," Louis said.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked, trying not to start crying again.

"When I walked in here, he said you weren't supposed to save me," Louis said bluntly.

Liam, Zayn, and I started blankly at Louis for a moment, not able to find anything to say back to him.

"Wow," Zayn said, finally able to break the silence.

"I wasn't expecting that," Liam said, nodding.

"He really wants to be dead," I said quietly. Everyone else was silent.

"Don't worry guys, he'll get better. Eventually, things will get better," Louis said, always the sensible one lately.

"Eventually?" I asked, not sure i wanted to know how log eventually meant.

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I'm sorry, I've been doing a lot of filler chapters lately. Basically, I'm sort of stuck on how to make this story go forwards. Message me ideas if you have then.