(A/N) I didn’t even edit this, so sorry if there are a lot of grammar or spelling mistakes, etc, etc;
ALSO I have not updated in FOREVER because I only got one comment on the last chapter, but I know there are a lot of people reading so I figured it would be quite rude not to update.
AND I wrote this on my phone so the formatting is probably HELLA weird, sorrrrrrrry
((Liam's POV))
As soon as I locked the hotel door I turned to see Louis snuggling under the covers. I smiled and quickly joined him.
"So about earlier...."Louis trailed off. I raised my eyebrows a bit confused what he was talking about. "Before Niall and Harry making that noise, you were going to tell me why you were being so nice to me...." I felt my face heat up. Should I tell him? Yes! Lou should know.... Louis has to know that I'm in love with him.
((Harry's POV))
Finally Louis and Liam retreated to their hotel room yet again.
"Wow that was awkward..." I mumbled referring to Louis.
"Yeah I can't believe he loves you!" Niall whispered. I nodded and wrapped my arm around Niall and led him back to my hotel room since the one he shared with Liam was occupied. As soon as we stepped in my room I realized we could hear everything in the room next to us. "THIS IS FUCKING STUPID!" We heard being shouted loudly. "W-Who's that?" Niall stuttered nervously.
"I-I-I erm .....Louis, Liam!"
"DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT ABOUT, HARRY AGAIN!" Louis screamed clearly set off by something Liam said. "Oh fuck!" I mumbled when I heard a loud crash.
((Liam's POV))
"I love you Louis, that's why, I'm madly in love with you!" I screamed turning away from his gaze. "You know I don't even know why I said that, that was so fucking stupid of me!" I screamed launching myself off of the bed. I looked back and saw Louis spring up to chase after me. "THIS, THIS IS FUCKING STUPID!" I shouted nervously. "YOU LIKE THAT FUCKING DOUCHE BAG HARRY!" Louis' face dropped.
Oh god, he's in love with Harry... Why did I say that?! "DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT ABOUT HARRY AGAIN?" Louis screamed / sobbed. I was the douche, I couldn't give Louis what he needed like I thought. Louis probably hates me now, Louis probably wants me to die, there's no world without Louis I thought as I felt dizzy, everything went pitch black, and I fell to the floor with a loud crash
((Louis POV))
Liam loves me. Liam is in the hospital. Liam could die.
Why couldn't I just tell him?
Why did I have to yell at him?
Why did he have to bring up Harry?
I love Liam Payne, but I still have feelings for Harry styles.
But Harry loves Niall, and Niall loves Harry.
Why does this have to be so difficult?
Why can't it just be Larry and Niam like it's supposed to be?
No one ships narry and Lilo... (A/N lol no one.... Really lou;D)
I know the fans shouldn't decide my relationship. But I just can't shake my feelings for Harry.
I love Liam, but will there always be that little part of me that loves Harry? If me and Liam got in a relationship, and then Harry and Niall broke up, what would I do?
Not like that's going to happen, but still if I'm going to be with Liam, I don't want to break his heart. And at this point I don't even know if Liam wants to be with me at all. I completely snapped at him, it was so uncalled for. I really screwed everything up.
((Harry's POV))
Sitting in the bland hospital waiting room was probably the worst thing in the world. Lou wouldn't tell me and Niall what they were fighting about, but he did tell us Liam passed out.
Louis sat as far away from me and Niall as possible, staring into space. Suddenly I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a hand tugging my shirt.
"Yeah?" I asked turning my attention to the little leprechaun besides me. "What are we?" He mumbled fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. I smiled. "I was hoping you would be my boyfriend..." I trailed off nervously avoiding his gaze. "Harry I would love that!" Niall shrieked quietly. I leaned in for a quick peck when Louis wasn't looking. When I pulled away Niall smiled and leaned his head on my shoulder. I intertwined our hands and let myself fall asleep waiting for the doctors results.
((Liam's POV))
I felt like I swimming in a world of black. I heard doctors around me, trying to say my name, I just could not bring myself to say anything, or to move. The only words floating through my mind were Louis, Love, and Hate. I just want Louis, I need Louis. I need to hear his voice. Suddenly I heard a doctor boom through the room loudly. "I think he's not going to make it..." The doctor flipping through papers, I'm assuming my files. I wanted to scream, tell him to stop. I wanted to scream that I'm fine, I'm alive. I want to see again, I don't want to swim in the sea of black. I need to talk to Louis, see Louis, and apologize.
Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis.
That's all I want, need, I need to see him. I need to apologize to him. I want him to know I love him before I go. I don't want it to end like this.
"He might be in a comatose state for a long amount of time..." I heard the doctor briefing someone. "We don't exactly know what happened, has he had previous instances of panic attacks or fainting?" He questioned nicely. I couldn't hear the response, was he talking about me? Who was he talking too? I tried to say something, anything. I tried to flutter open my eyelids, but they were sealed tight. I tried to kick my legs, but they failed to move. My mouth wouldn't open. I felt practically dead.
