Empty {sequel to Broken}

Chapter 5: emotional

Sorry I didn't update yesterday I was super busy. I'll make up for it though by putting up two chapters today and I'll try to make them long.

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Zayn's p.o.v.

When I woke up the next morning, Harry was no longer in my arms. I was laying across two chairs, the one I was in, and the one he had been in. Now, however, he was nowhere to be found.

I sighed, sitting up and stretching. Then I looked over at Louis laying in the bed. I hadn't "talked" to him yet. You know the thing where everyone spills their emotional guts to people in coma's like in the movies.

Liam, Niall, and Harry all had. I mean, Harry hardly ever left here. Liam had dragged him back to the bus once, but I didn't have the heart. Anyways, I'd never had anything to say. Until now, I guess.

I stood up and walked over to the edge of his bed, sitting down in the chair on the left side and scooting it as close as possible. Then I nervously reached out and grabbed Louis' hand. I cleared my throat awkwardly before beginning.

"Hey Lou," I started quietly. "I, uh, I'll admit I feel really stupid right now, like I'm talking to myself I guess. I'm only holding your hand because Harry isn't here to. If he was he might be jealous that I was touching his boyfriend," I laughed awkwardly.

I sighed, looking at his small hand in mine. He looked so frail and small. Well, smaller than usual.

"Um, well, what I'd like to say is, god, this really sucks Lou you know that? Jesus, of course you know that. I," my voice cracked. "It hurts me so much to see you like this. But you know what really hurts? Watching Harry sit beside you hour after hour, day after day, holding you, and telling you he loves you, and crying. Damn it Louis he's fading. I can see it. I don't," I felt a lump form in my throat and I had to swallow hard, blinking back the tears.

It was too late though, the tears started to fall, silent sobs escaping me. I felt so stupid sitting there and crying over something I couldn't control.

My phone ringing shocked me out of my teary silence. I knew it had to be Liam. I took a deep breath, giving myself a second to pull my shit together.

"Hello," I answered, finally calm enough to by satisfactory.

"Hey Zayn," Liam said, sounding tired.

"Hey mate, everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just, I messed up yesterday with Niall is all, I, don't really want to talk about it," he sighed. Wow, I've never heard Liam sound that depressed.

"Oh," I didn't know what else to say.

"Well, Niall's got his own room, which seemed pretty nice. He got all settled and unpacked yesterday, and got a tour of the place. He has his first therapy session in about an hour," he explained.

"Are you still there?" I asked.

"No I'm about three hours away I think," he said.

"Okay," I replied.

"So how's Harry?" He asked, sounding worried.

"I haven't actually seen him this morning. I just woke up and he wasn't in the room," I told him.

"Okay, well let me know how he's doing," he said.

"I will," I assured him.

"Alright, I'll call you when I'm close," he said.

"Okay bye," I said.

"Bye," he answered, then hung up.

I decided that my emotional moment with Louis wasn't quite over. I needed to finish. So I took a deep breath, and gave his hand a squeeze.