Against One's Wishes

Chapter 19

"I'm going to let myself out, ok?" Nick is saying from the bedroom doorway a few moments later.

"Thanks for... for taking care of me," Harry's telling him with a small smile. "See you in the morning, yeah?"

"Sure, yeah," Nick nods, " I'll come by and check on you. I'm sure you'll be in great hands though."

Nick gives Louis a wink as Louis only grins and walks to the door with Nick.

"Do you really believe that Ben was behind this?" Louis asks quietly, his eyes studying Nick.

"It...," Nick starts before he's sighing, "I know it sounds crazy, and bizarre, but yeah... I do believe he was behind it... and I think he was trying to get Harry out of the area before it happened."

"What?" Louis asks confused. "Why... what makes you think that?"

"He asked him for drinks," Nick shrugs, "he... it just all seems too obvious, I guess."

"He also told Harry he was there with Sarah when she was at home," Louis states and sighs.

"Yeah... and I'm not sure why he'd tell him that," Nick whispers, "unless it was to gain Harry's trust. Look... just talk to him tonight, I'm sure he's pretty high on painkillers right now, but..."

Louis smirks, "uh, see you in the morning, yeah?"

"Yeah," Nick nods and smiles, "take care of him, alright?"

"You know I will," Louis snickers. "Night, Nick."

Nick waves while Louis is closing the door. He turns around and sees Harry standing in the bedroom doorway.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Louis sighs, "Honestly, Harry. Go lie down."

"I needed to stretch," Harry's replying before he's holding his ribs. "Jesus Christ... I'm so fucking glad I don't have any more shows right now..."

"You've had too many painkillers," Louis shakes his head and goes over to Harry, putting his arm around his waist before he's trying to guide him back to bed.

"I don't want to lie down," Harry's sighing, "it's too cramp... and I don't want to be still."

"I'm surprised your head doesn't hurt," Louis mumbles while he's helping Harry sit down on the bed again. "Harold, I need you to stay in the bed. Please."

"Fine," Harry's groaning and leaning back into his pillows. He closes his eyes and smiles some. "The room feels like it's spinning."

"You probably have a concussion," Louis whispers as he's watching Harry. "I guess I better keep you awake."

"I'm fine," Harry's snickering, "I am. Really. I can't feel a thing right now. Maybe the urge to turn on some music and dance...."

"Are you insane?" Louis shakes his head, "wow. Yeah, I'd say you definitely can't feel any pain right now... Jesus. Do you need another blunt?"

Harry looks back at Louis and smirks some, "sure, yeah. I can't possibly get any higher... I'll pass out."

"Yeah, can't have that," Louis nods, "uh, what about I make some strong tea for you? And whatever else you'd like."

Harry grins some. "I'd love some, yeah. Thank you. But... one condition..."

"What?" Louis sighs and grins. "Let me guess... you want to join me in the kitchen."

"Yes " Harry's nodding and smiling, "and then, we'll sit in here with the windows open and listen to the rain.... and I'll tell you what you wanted me to tell you."