Comforting Hands (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 5

omg It's finally here!!! Yes, yes I know, it's been a while. I wanted to see if I might get any comments.... suprisingly enough - I didn't, but the numbers of readers had gone up, so that's an improvment as well! 

I've got nothig special to say today, so off you go! 

Enjoy as usual :) 

Chapter 5

Written from the moment Harry stepped into the van.

Liam was inside, his left leg hopping nervously. He stared at Harry as he carried Louis in his arms into the van, but said nothing. Harry sat down, cuddling Louis, and stared back. Harry moved in his seat and Louis let out a sob. The curled boy stopped abruptly.

He sent Liam a look, and Liam looked back. There was silence, except for Zayn that sat in the front seat. He was murmuring to himself, but Harry couldn't hear a thing. Liam's leg suddenly stopped hopping, and it crushed loudly on the car's floor with a flump. He turned around.

"Zayn! What's taking you so long?" he shouted at the boy. Harry bit his lower lip. Let Liam handle this, he told himself, and went to focus on Louis, ignoring the two other boys.

When the car started moving backwards, it stopped abruptly and the car shackled. Harry's breath caught up in his throat and Louis sobbed again. Liam shouted at Zayn again, cursing. Harry was glad he wasn't the only one who was a wrecking nerve.

When they finally managed to move forward, Harry let out the air he was holding, his lungs sinking.

"Lou?" he whispered in Louis's ear, making a quick glance up to see he wasn't attracting to much attention from Liam. Unfortunately, Liam was staring right at him, his hands folded and a stern look in his eyes. His lips were pinned tightly into a straight line. Louis trembled. Harry sighed, and looked down, getting a glimpse of his coat into his eye-vision, and some of Louis's hair.

"Lou?" he asked again. "Can you look at me?" he tried to cup Louis's cheek in his hand, but Louis refused to raise his head, and buried it deep-deep in Harry's neck, shaking his head to both sides.

Harry sighed again and leaned back in the seat, stroking Louis's back comfortingly as Louis trembled in his arms.

"Are you hurt?" he asked Louis quietly. It was a stupid question, as it was obvious Louis was hurt. Harry wanted to know how bad it was and if Louis was in pain. Louis just nodded, digging his fingers in Harry's shirt.

"You're gonna be okay." Harry promised, and squeezed Louis tightly. Louis nodded again, letting out a shaky breath that came out as a sob. Once it started, Louis found it hard to stop. He sobbed painfully in Harry's arms, and Harry hugged him tightly, trying to calm him down. He closed his eyes and refused to open them until he was sure he wasn't going to start crying. When he did open his eyes, they were wet, but he wasn't crying yet. He looked at Liam, and Liam stared back. His eyes were wet as well. He looked like he was holding himself hard, to not move.  

Liam leaned forward and clapped his hands together in front of his face, his fingers pressing the bridge of his nose. His thumb brushed his lips gently. He was thinking hard, and breathing deeply, also trying to calm himself.

"How far are we from the hospital?" Harry asked quietly in a shaky, raspy voice, after Louis's sobbing subsided a bit. He coughed, trying to clean his throat. Liam looked up at him. He seemed somehow startled. Maybe just a bit lost. He blinked and shook his head slightly, his hands slipping back to rest on his thighs.

"Zayn said it's about ten, five minutes from here. We should be there soon, don't worry." He reassured him. Harry nodded, and slumped back in his seat. He took a few shaky breathes and rubbed his eyes rapidly, trying to shoo away the tears.