Lessons Learned

Broken

Louis' POV:

"Breaking News:  It's a sad day for girls all over the world,  British boyband One Direction's Harry Styles has been hospitalized just outside of North Carolina.  The singer passed out in his tour bus and is in critical condition.  No word yet on what his diagnosis is.  Meanwhile, fans across the world have voiced their concern on twitter and facebook.  Currently, #getwellHarry and #prayercirclefor1D are trending,"

"Can you turn if off, please?" I turned to Liam.  He stood up and moved to the TV, that hung from the corner of the ceiling in the hospital waiting room and clicked it off.

"He's in critical condition and they're worried about twitter," Sierra shook her head.

"Atleast we know how much the fans care for all of us," Liam replied. 

"I know," I nodded.  "I just don't wanna hear the news reports.  No need to see the news when I'm living it," I stood up and went back to pacing back and forth. 

We had been here for over an hour and the doctors still hadn't come out to tell us anything. I can't believe that my best friend was in the middle of telling us goodnight,  then hit the floor.  Paul had rushed from the back of the bus and tried to give Harry CPR while Liam called 911.

Instead, we were the tour bus on the side of the interstate surrounded by police cars and an ambulance.  Now, we were sitting in a private waiting room in the hospital, waiting for someone to tell us something.  Sierra was sitting in a chair in the corner, her knees pulled to her chest, looking at her phone.  Liam sat back down next to her, reaching out to run his hand across her back. 

"Yes, Anne, I know, he's your baby," Paul was on the other side of the room, talking to Harry's mum on the phone.  "I will call you and let you know as soon as I hear anything.  No, no, I wouldn't get a plane ticket just yet.  It wouldn't be good for you to be on a plane, because I wouldn't be able to reach you.  I promise you that I will call you as soon as they tell me anything,"

"What the hell happened!"  Niall burst through the door, his face red and puffy, tears still falling from his eyes.  "Where is he!?"

Katelyn emerged behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.  "Niall, calm down,"

"He's still being looked over," Liam explained.  "They haven't told us anything yet,"

"What happened?!" Niall demanded.  "He was fine at da show!"

"He was talking to me and Louis," Sierra replied, tears building in her eyes once more.  "He stood up and told us he was going to bed, and then he hit the floor,"

Zayn and Kaylyn appeared behind Niall and Katelyn.  "God, please tell me that we know something," Zayn said.

"We don't know anything," I replied.

Paul shoved his phone back into his pocket and moved towards the door.  "I'm gonna go check with the nurse and find out what the hell is taking so long," he said, before leaving the room.

"Oh dear god," Zayn sighed, shoving his hand through his hair.

"This can't be happening," Kaylyn said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Is he dead?" Niall asked. "Is he dying?  Oh god! What if he dies!"

"Niall!" I snapped.  "Sit the fuck down!"

"You don't have to yell at me, Lou," Niall said softly, as he shook his head and sat down.  Katelyn sat next to him, rubbing his back.

"That's my best mate in there," I turned to all of them, feeling the tears pour down my face.  "The last thing I want to think about is him dying,"