Grow Up With Me - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Fifteen Part 2

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so here's part 2 of ch. 15.... its super not the best.... bare with me.... 

I wrote this like at 4 am one night, so:$

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Chapter Fifteen Pt 2

Harry's POV

"Louis!" I yelled, running onto the stage and kneeling beside his body. "Lou!" I was panicking, patting his cheeks with the back of my hand. His eyes weren't closed tight, and were open only enough to show off skinny blue slits.

Crew members came dashing in from everywhere, along with the hosts and the boys. Jay, though, made her way through the thick circle of people and got to the ground on the other side of Louis, checking his pulse.

"SOMEONE CALL 911!" She screamed, still checking his wrist and neck.

"Louis! What's going on!" My voice quivered as I took Louis' hand in my own, squeezing it. I was trapped under the knees of what seemed like a million people, all huddled around Louis. 

"Harry, you need to give him space." Jay ordered, quite loudly over the roar of the crowd. I ignored her, shaking Louis' shoulder gently.

"Harry. Give him room." she was stern now, looking me dead in the eyes. I whimpered slightly, shaking my head.

"I'm not making it any worse than they are," I had to yell back at her to be heard. There were men on their radios, shouting strange commands, and people panicking around us.

Just then, though, two arms were fit under my own, pulling me through the swamp of shoes and high heels and out into the open air of the studio. I tried to fight back, sqwirming in their arms, but the person was relentless.

I whipped my head around to see a worried Niall holding me. He pulled me to my feet, steadying me before telling me to go outside.

"Niall, I'm not fucking going outsi-"

"Harry, go wait outside I'll be there in a minute."I walked back toward the side of the stage, not arguing any further with whatever fucked up logic Niall was spitting out at me. I shook my head as Stan ran up to me.

"Could you tell if he's alright? Do you know what happened? " he begged me for answers that I couldn't give. I shook him off, walking right past him and out the emergency exit door. 

It was still cold outside from the early morning and I had left my sweater in the dressing room. I winced as the cold air slapped my bare arms, and leaned against the side of the brick building. What the hell was going on? I sunk to the wet ground, sitting down, scraping the back of my arms on the bricks on the way down. I hissed at the pain, feeling the back of my arm, which spread red onto the palm of my hand.