I Can't Change - Larry Stylinson

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Hours passed, and I lapsed into silence, my mind on overdrive to the point having one distinct thought wasn't an option. 

The nurse greeted me after a terrifying momeent in my lapse of memory, where I thought Harry was still gone, my heart stammering in my chest. But she reassured me, grinning sweetly and patting my arm. She told me how he constantly complained I wasn't with him. She also told me I would be released after she was done, which was relieving- this much seclusion was driving me insane. 

She handed me my washed-of-blood clothes I had worn in the other night, allowing me to change befor ehudding me tightly and releasing me out to the hall. It was still painfully bright to my tender eyes, but so refreshingly real. I made my way out to the waiting room, smiling as my mum enveloped me in a huge hug, pulling away to smile up at me. My eyes drifted to someone I hadn't expected to see. 

Paul stood there, his face strained as he tried a smile at me. I waved half-heartedly, before he made his way over to me. It was silent for a moment, before he let out a long sigh. 

"Management demans to see you two as soon as Harry's released from the intensive care unit." His voice was weary, as though he'd been yelling for sometime. Dread filled me back up, and all traces of a smile fell off my face. I remembered Eleanor was pregnant with what everyone thought was my child, and surely the press was having a hay-day with the both of us arriving in the ER the same night as the baby news. 

I was so furious with El, she may be my beard, but to get carelessly pregnant- good pick Modest!

After the long, silent moments I let out a chalky sigh. "Oh." Was all I could bitterly muster, looking down at the floor. Paul patted my shoulder, and I couldn't help but cringe. I looked up weakly at him, blinking slowly, letting out another ragged breath. 

"I'm sorry, Lou. They just have lots to talk over with you."' He drawled, before hugging me tightly, and going to sit down, pressing his phone to his ear. I looked back over at my mum, then at Anne, who's face was still swollen and red from crying, but she was smiling. I walked back to her, engulfing her into a huge hug, letting out a long sigh against her shirt. 

We all passed the time waiting for Harry in the musty Hopsital cafeteria, picking at dry bread and steamed carrots and peas, which were terrible to say the least. We left the touchy subject of why Harry had attempted suicide alone- thankfully- and kept on happy subjects such as Lux and how supportive our fans had been since the news had gone out about us in the ER. When the mums distractedly were talking about something, I pulled out my phone for the first time in two days, scrolling through the endless posts of get betters and loves, making me smile solemnly. They deserved to know everything, but didn't even know the half of it. A worldwide trend was: #GetbetterLarry. It made my eyes well with hot, prickly tears, and long for us to be public. I loved him so much.

And as if on cue, I heard a gasp rupture from Anne, and I looked up from my phone, looking over my shoulder as she rushed to her son's gaunt frame, which stood in the Cafeteria doorway. She clutched onto him, and he to her, and they embraced one another like that for sometime. His eyes occasionally turning to me, a small smile creeping onto his cheeks, those perfect dimples poking through his cheeks. He looked clean and more My-Hazza-ish. He looked for perfect, it was nearly painful to look at him. He wore one of his white v-necks and dark jeans, his famous gray beanie too. One after the other, everyone embraced him, and I was still sitting, nearly afraid to move.

But when the last person hugged him, I slowly stood, making my way to him. His large hands extended to me and pulled my close to him. I wrapped my arms around his wirey waist and buried my head into the crook of his neck, the heat of tears pressing behind my eyes as I smiled against his warm skin.