Always. (Larry Stylinson)

"Bye Zayn!"

"Later Lou," Zayn replied as the older boy shut the car door. Louis waved as he watched his friend drive off into the night.

After a tiring day of shopping with Zayn, Louis was relieved to return to the flat he shared with his boyfriend. He fumbled with his keys, trying not to drop the multiple shopping bags hanging off his arms. Finally, the exhausted boy managed to unlock the door and stumble into the flat. He dropped his bags by the door and called out, "Honey, I'm home!"

Only silence greeted him as he waited for a response.

That was strange; Harry would usually welcome him home with a hug or kiss, even if he'd only been gone to fetch the post.

"Harry?" Louis called out. He walked into the younger lad's room, but found it to be empty.

"Harry? Hazza!"

Louis' voice rang through the large flat. Thoughts of a serial killer or kidnapper plagued his thoughts when no reply came.

"This isn't funny, Harry!" Louis said, searching desperately for the curly headed boy.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he found Harry sitting on the bathroom floor, seemingly fast asleep.

"Oh, thank God," muttered Louis. He lifted the younger boy onto his lap, shaking him gently.

"Wake up, Hazza... Hazza? Harry? Harry!"

Louis grew frantic when Harry didn't awaken.

That's when he noticed the empty bottle lying on the cold tiled floor.

He reached out and picked it up. His blue eyes widened when he read the label.

Extra strength sleeping pills.

"NO!"

Louis searched for his phone, trying not to cry. Tears blurred his vision as he dialed the number for the ambulance.

"I need an ambulance, p-please!" Louis sobbed, "my boyfriend o-overdosed on sleeping pills! Please h-help me!"

His words were becoming harder and harder to comprehend as he cried, but he eventually managed to inform the ambulance of his location.

Louis cradled the unconcious boy closer to his chest, softly kissing his forehead.

"Please hold on, Hazza," he whispered, "Please, for me."

*3 hours later*

"Mr. Tomlinson?"

Louis' head snapped up upon hearing his name. He stood and hurried to the nurse who had called him.

"Y-yes?"

"You're here for Mr..." the woman glanced at the clipboard in her hands, "Styles, correct?"

"That's right."

"As you know, he overdosed. We had to have his stomach pumped. He's still unconcious, but you can see him if you'd like."

Louis instantly felt relieved, knowing his baby Harry was okay. He nodded frantically to the nurse.

She led him down the corridors to room 214.

Louis flung the door open, running to Harry's bedside and taking the younger boy's hand into his own.

He was taken aback by how small he looked in the hospital bed, hooked up to machines.

Even in the hospital gown, all small and helpless, Louis still thought Harry looked absolutely stunning. Choking back a sob, Louis used his free hand to push a stray curl out of Harry's face and kissed his cheek.

"You'll be alright," he assured the unconcious boy, voice cracking, "I love you."

Days passed. Louis refused to leave Harry's side, adamantly resisting attempts to make him go home to sleep. Liam, Niall, and Zayn came and went, making sure Louis ate and trying to convince him to at least go outside for some fresh air.

"I'm not going to risk not being here when he wakes up," Louis insisted, "I'd never forgive myself if he woke up alone."

A week passed. Louis was fighting sleep when he noticed Harry's eyes fluttering.

"Harry?" Louis asked in disbelief. He wasn't quite sure if he was hallucinating.

The green eyes shot open when the familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Lou.." Harry croaked. His throat was dry and sore from the lack of fluids.

"Here!" Louis quickly held a glass of water to the boy's dry lips.

Harry accepted the water gratefully, draining the glass quickly. He coughed once and looked up into Louis' tearful blue eyes.

"Lou, are you okay?" He inquired. He didn't like seeing his boo sad.

Louis burst out sobbing at Harry's concern for the older boy, when he himself was the one who almost died. He enveloped Harry in a tight hug, nuzzling his nose into the younger boy's neck.

"I was so worried about you! Oh my God, Harry! Don't ever put me through that again!" Louis cried.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled, stroking Louis' hair and rubbing soothing circles on his back. The boy was having one of his occasional meltdowns.

Louis pulled away, but kept his hands on Harry's shoulders.

"What the hell were you even thinking? Sleeping pills?" He scolded, "Why were you even using those?"

Harry looked down guiltily, suddenly having an interest in playing with the sheets of the bed.

"You were gone all day. I was feeling lonely and I couldn't sleep without you," he confessed. Louis' face softened at this. Harry looked up shyly, gazing into the older boy's baby blue eyes.

"I didn't mean to overdose, I swear!" He continued, "I just might've taken a few pills too many..I'm sorry I scared you like that."

"It's alright, Hazza. At least you're okay now." Louis smiled lovingly and pulled Harry into another hug.

Harry sighed happily and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist. He breathed in the familiar scent.

"I love you," Harry whispered sweetly.

"I love you, too," Louis answered. He pecked the other boy's lips and gazed at him in pure adoration.

"Always."

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Soo this was my first Larry oneshot :D

I know it's a bit cliche..

what do you think? xx