i'm going to cry , this is the last chapter :'( i hope you like it , i'll be posting some info about the characters and a mini- epilogue if i have time after this. enjoy...x --
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Louis' eyes fluttered open , his breath hitching in his throat as he woke up harshly. He remembered feeling like he was drowning in a pool of darkness , his whole body crying from intense pain, hearing a low whine and then his eyes shutting close. The brunet boy sat up on his hospital bed glaring at his surroundings with a blunt look, peering at some of the furnitures. He recognized some medical equipements and machines. He looked down at his arms, one of it was covered with a bandage and some bright red wounds peaked under the white material. He felt a tight clothing wrapped around his slim stomach and back , he tried to move but it felt like his legs were weighing 100 pounds. From his short memories , he figured he probably had a few broken ribs, his back was covered with bruises and the constant burn he felt on his face was probably because of the many punches he received. He still had his old clothes on , the mix of blood and sweat was clinging to him and made his face twist in a cringe of disgust. They really messed me up , didn't they... he thought to himself.
He looked at the empty chair next to his bed and frowned , a bit disappointed.
"Harry?"
He tried, not knowing whether Harry was himself stuck in a hospital room or just at the cafeteria. He sat at the edge of the bed and jumped out of it, feeling his wounded members firing up. He ignored the burning sensation and walked through his room, opening the small door and peaked an eye in the hall.
"Liam? Niall? Zayn?"
He called out , finding it strange that not a single friend was around waiting for them. He walked past the countless rooms and hoary walls of the hall's hospital heading towards the huge desk at the entrance of his section. A middle-aged woman was seating on a black chair , her pencil getting blandly chewed between her disgustingly pink lips. Louis cleared his throat.
"Um, excuse me , m'amm?"
The lady stopped her chewing and looked at Louis through her black glasses.
"What can I help you with darling?"
"Is there anyone by the name of Harry Styles that came in for a visit?"
The old lady arched a brow and nodded slowly, her face falling down as she remembered the poor guy.
"Oh..yeah , he came. Poor lad."
Louis watched the lady with a curious look. "What do you mean?"
The woman sat back in her chair and explained with a annoyingly pityful face.
"He left just 15 minutes ago, I told him the news.. He really didn't took it well."
"I don't think we are talking about the same person." Louis said skeptically. Didn't took well what?
"Curly hair, green eyes?"
His heart stopped , that was his Harry.
"Yeah... but what didn't he take well?"
"Well, the news about that Louis guy."
"What Louis guy?!"
"Well, Harry came to ask about Louis and I told him about the guy's operation that didn't end well. Poor sweetheart, you had to see his reaction, i've never seen someone so destroyed by a death. He really must had been close to the lad." Seeing Louis' expression, the lady put a hand over the brunet boy's shoulder worryingly . " Love, don't tell me you are a sibling of Louis too? I'm so sorry."
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