Paralyzed [Nouis]

Chapter 8 // Harry

"He was . . . wh-what?" I asked, my heart breaking as I saw Louis just standing there, looking absolutely horrified.

The nurse shook her head, as if the whole situation was nothing but unfortunate. "I'm sorry, sir. But he was dead-"

"Janette! Janette!" Someone, another nurse, shouted. "These are the wrong files, you dumb dumb. We were still testing him. These are Niall Horan's."

Janette, the nurse that told us Niall was dead, grabbed the files in the other nurse's hand.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sirs." The nurse said, looking over the papers in her hands. She had a frown on her face, now, and I don't think that calmed us down at all.

"W-well how's Niall?" Louis asked, clutching the counter. He was too frightened to be angry. I was, too.

"Niall. Niall Horan. He is . . ." She began looking through the files. I bit my lip, my heart racing. Is it bad?

She bit her bottom lip. The frown didn't leave her face. "Well, Niall Horan is not dead."

We all sighed, relieved. "But, he's very, very injured. If he wakes up, he'll be in a lot of pain for quite a long time."

I inhaled sharply. "I-if?"

She nodded. "He's in a really deep coma. The soonest he can wake up is four months."

"Four months?!" Liam shouted, his hand coming up to grip the counter in shock. The nurse nodded.

"Are we allowed to see him?" Louis asked, his voice shaky and relieved, but fearful.

She shrugged. "He's not awake. But . . . if you'd like to, yes, I suppose I could take you to see him."

"Please?" He asked. The nurse nodded, gesturing for us to follow her. We did, following her down a few halls and around a few corners.

Eventually, she opened a room's door and let us in. Louis rushed straight to his side, falling to his knees and taking Niall's pale, feeble hand.

"Niall." He whispered, his hands shaking. He sniffles, and I realized he was shaking.

"Louis," I whispered, getting on my knees by his side. I wrapped an arm around him, rubbing his side.

"I-I need him to wake up, Hazza." Louis said, turning his head to look at me. "I-I need him."

"I know, Boo. I know." I whispered, pulling him closer to me for a side hug. Louis buried his face in my shoulder, crying.

After about five minutes, Louis pulled away from me, holding his head. I figured he had a headache, so I didn't say anything. I didn't want to make it worse.

I rubbed his back as he stood, grabbing a chair and sitting next to Niall, taking his hand again.

Louis took a deep breath and leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to Niall's cheek.

"I love you, Niall," Louis whispered, "I wish you could see that."

"Boo," I warned, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Niall might be able to hear you."

"I don't care. I want him to know, Harry. I know, this is a horrible time to tell him if he can hear me, but I can't keep it from him anymore." Louis said weakly, his voice cracking multiple times.

"Okay, Louis." I said, rubbing his shoulder a little bit. This must have been hard on him- harder than it was on the rest of us, anyways. "I understand."

"I love you so much, Niall. I love you more than I love anything. You're . . . you're my sunshine." Louis paused for a moment.

"I wake up in the morning, and I make myself survive just so I can see your face, hear your laugh, and see your smile." Louis smiled himself, staring at Niall's unmoving face.

"But you haven't been smiling much, lately." Louis' smiled dropped, a frown taking it's place. "You haven't been laughing as much as I want you to. I haven't seen you as happy as you used to be, and it's destroying me. There needs to be a happy Niall on this earth, or this world isn't worth living in. I love you so much, Nialler."

After Louis' little speech, a tear rolled down his cheek. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Niall's forehead.

"If I could kiss you for real right now, I would, but I can't. I want our first kiss- if we have a first kiss- to be when you're awake. Not like this. This isn't right," Louis continued, as if the rest of us weren't here. It was just him and Niall.

"D-do you guys wanna say anything?" Louis asked after a few minutes, as if he'd just realized we were there.

"I think you've said enough to fill all our mouths, Boo." I said. Zayn and Liam nodded in agreeement.

"Well . . . I guess we'll see you tomorrow, Niall." Louis whispered. He looked down at his and Niall's hands, then frowned.

"Wait." Louis said, and we all paused. Louis flipped Niall's hand over, looking at his wrist.

Scars. There were scars all over his wrists, completely covering them. Louis' eyes widened and he slapped a hand over his mouth, tears forming in his eyes. "Oh my god."