Remember Me

Chapter Six

(Louis POV)

Pain.

That was the only thing I was thinking about.

It wasn't my self-inflicted pain either.  It was the blows I kept getting on my face and the that one hard stomp I got on my chest.

The pain in my chest was overwhelming.  It felt like Nick  smashed my ribs in.  I kept wheezing and sputtering blood but Nick and his gang didn't stop hurting me.

I wanted to crawl in a ball but my chest ached so much.  I wanted Liam to help me, but his Bio class went out on a field trip to a National park so he never showed up.

Finally, when I thought I couldn't endure it anymore the bell rung loudly.  Kids disperse none coming to my avail.

Nick and his group left and I layed there feeling completely useless.  My cheek hurt and my chest felt as though as it was on fire.

I slowly got up as dizziness consumed me.  I wiped the blood off my mouth with my black sleeve then limped away.

I can't go to the rest of my classes looking like this.  I thought to myself.

I finally decided I should just go home.  My mum would be upset that I ditched.  I soon decided to go against it and should visit Harry.

I limped out of the school slowly but surely making it to my destination.

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I walked inside hospital feeling like I was going to burst.  My chest heaved as I took labored breaths.

I walked towards the front desk.  "Welcome to St. Richie Rehabilitation Hospital, How may I assist you?"

I took a deep breath and said,

"I'm here to visit my friend Harold Styles."  My voice sounded croaky.  I cleared my throat as the lady by the front desk typed random computer keys.

She soon ask for my ID and scanned it.  She then took a quick picture of me and gave me a visitor sticker.  "Allow me."  She then smacked the sticker on my chest.

Finally when I thought my chest stopped hurting.

I wheezed, breathing more and more like an asthmatic.  I already new what room number he was in and approached slowly thinking of what to say to the boy who doesn't remember me.

I stood outside the door and heard the conversation coming from the inside.

"Harry, you have to take the medicine it might help you remember things."  A familiar voice said softly. It sounded like Eleanor.

"I don't have to take the bloody pills if I don't want to!"  Harry yelled sounding upset.  Why would his angelic Harry be upset enough to raise his voice.  Harry looked too soft to do something like that.

"Harry, do you want me to call the doctors and force the pills down your throat."

I couldn't take it anymore,  I knocked on the door softly and everything went silent.

"Come in."  Eleanor said.  I opened the door seeing Eleanor's tiring appearance. "Oh, hey Louis."

I closed the door behind me. 

"Who's Louis."  Harry said.  Louis turned to see Harry.  Harry hair curls were untamed and his face was red, proof that anger was coursing through him.

"I'm Louis."  I whispered softly.

"I know that, but who are you?"  Harry asked harshly.

Even though my chest ached, my heart was greatly in pain knowing Harry didn't remember me, which was completely inevitable.

"He's a volunteer here, but he's supposed to be here in the weekends."  Eleanor shot him a look.

"I wanted to visit."  I shrugged.  "What's wrong with Harry."

"He won't take his medicine."

"Like I can't hear you."  Harry crossed his arms looking annoyed.  He got up from his bed walking towards Harry.  "Why is your face so fucked up?"  Harry had a smirk on his face.

I blink back the tears away.  I couldn't let Harry make cry, even though what he said was hurtful.  I instantly felt insecure about my appearance, especially my face.  I know a dark bruise must be splashed on my left eye and right cheek. 

Even Harry thinks your ugly.  The voice barked.  I looked at the white tiles on the floor.

"Nurse Calder, your needed in room 522."

The intercom said.  I looked over at Eleanor and she mouthed "sorry" and "watch him", then walked out the room.

"Hey fag, you didn't answer my question." Harry said.  I look up at him and he had a harsh look in his face.  Harry is completely serious on what he's saying.

I took a deep breath before saying, "I'm sorry my face looks ugly to you but it's not my fault.  I get bullied and it's not my fault." I hear voices and it's not my fault.  I wanted to add on.

Harry's face soften.  "Gemma was bullied."

Who's Gemma, was that his girlfriend?

Harry walked closer to me and rose his hand.  I flinched thinking he was going to punch me.  Harry visibly frowned. "I'm not gonna hurt you, Lou."  Harry gently used the side of his thumb and stroked my bruise softly.  I winced but end up leaning in his touch.

"Who did this to you?"  Harry whispered.  Tears streamed my face as he grabbed my hand.

His hands were noticeably larger than mine.  He entwined our fingers together and led me to his bed.  He sat down first and I followed after him.

He quietly wrapped his arms around my body, hugging me close to him. 

I didn't realize that the tears stopped as he rocked me slowly.

He soon pulled back and gently stroked my cheek again.  "Why would anybody do this to you?"  I watched him lick his plumped lips.

I shrugged and he whispered, "Did they hurt you anywhere else?"

"My chest."  I spoke softly.

"Can I see?"

I shooked my head quickly.  If I had to lift up my shirt, he might see my cuts.

He sighed softly before saying, "I'm sorry I was mean to you.  I was angry that I couldn't remember anything."

I nodded.  "Why won't you take your medicine."

"I'm scared that it's gonna hurt me."  He said.  I heard his voice shake with vulnerability.

"It won't hurt you Harry.  And if it does, I promise you, you won't remember."

Harry looked at me before saying, "I'll take my pills Louis."

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