#imagine
Louis' POV: (I feel terrible! my first imagine is a break up imagine! I'm such a terrible person!)
Me and Harry broke up a couple weeks ago. We are both still in the band but we were a secret, to everyone. Management, the fans, our families and even the boys didn't know. So we have to keep our emotion hidden.
I've noticed Harry has been acting up a lot. On the tour bus after concerts we all grab water bottles or pop but Harry instantly goes for a beer. The boys haven't said anything and I don't wanna be the first. I've woken up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and Harry is in the bathroom taking pills.
* * * *
we are currently in Chicago at Soldier Field. We are singing our hearts out. We started singing Rock Me.
I watched Harry sing and I noticed he was sweating terribly,worse then all of us. He was unusually pale. He kept stumbling over his lyrics and he was stumbling when he would walk.
Liam went up to him and asked if he wad okay, he nodded. I'm pretty Liam asked again, Harry swatted his hand away and stood up and attempted to walk. He was in the middle of the stage, the spot light on him. He just stopped for a few seconds before he just collapsed. I heard the crowd gasp.
I was the first one to him.
"Harry, Hazza" his eyes started to float to the back of his head. "Harry keep your eyes on me" he tried but failed.
* * * *
me and the boys waited in the waiting room of the hospital. I haven't told them anything and I tried not to cry.
I still love him even though I broke up with him.
the doctor came out and I tried not to act worried even though we all were.
"Mr. Styles asked to see Mr. Tomlinson" the boys all looked at me and I just followed the doctor.
I went in the room and pale body laid on the hospital bed.
"Boo-" he started but the door closed behind me and I just exploded.
"Why?! why would you do this to yourself?! why Harry?! why would you scare us all like all?! why would you scare me like that?!" I just yelled tears threatening my eyes.
"I didn't know what else to do" his voice was frail and broke.
"You should've gotten help" I said sitting next to him
"You can't get help for a broken heart" he said his voice breaking
"I'm sorry" I cried looking down hoping he wouldn't see me cry but, he lifted my chin and placed his lips on mine. After a couple minutes we pulled away. I felt it, everything. The sparks, the happiness, the love, everything.
"look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't feel anything" he said looking deep into my eyes.
"I could" his faced saddened, "but I'd be lying" I saw him smile again and so did I. He connected our lips again.
"I love you Boobear"
"I love you Hazza"
