Harry Styles Sickfics

Drowning

One direction are on tour in Australia.

Louis' POV:

Harry and I had decided to brave Bondai beach, with our bodyguards in tow of course.

"Louis...we really need to go surfing now. We've been here ages....pleeeeeease?!" He begged me, pouting.

I could never say no to a pouty pleading Harry, so we went and put our wet suits on, collected our boards, and headed down to the water. Of course, we had to take one of our body guards with us! 😠

The water was warm and there were great waves for surfing on.

Plus...Harry looked hot in his wet suit.

We went right in laughing as we paddled on our boards.

We were out there surfing for around an hour, when i realised i couldn't see Harry anywhere.

I notified our guard, Paul.

We started scanning the water, no sign. I was starting to panic.

Just then, i spotted a surf board, it must be Harry's, i paddle over to it, but the waves keep making it go away from me. I'm still scanning the water, and calling his name. I wave my arms frantically trying to get someones attention, preferably the life guards.

I hear some people shouting and the life guards are racing into the water. We start paddling over to where the people are. Then i see a body floating. My heart drops.

By the time we've made it back to the shore, the body is laying on the beach. Life guards are performing CPR on the person.

I run over, totally exhausted, then my whole world falls apart, as i see Harry laying motionless, apart from movement from the CPR.

I kneel close by and tell them he's my boyfriend.

A few people try to comfort me, rubbing my shoulders, and whispering words on comfort.

After what seems like an eternity, but in reality is probably just a few minutes, Harry starts choking, coughing up water. They roll him on to his side, as he continues spewing up water.

I think my heart stopped momentarily. There's a round of applause for the life guard, and cheers for Harry. I can't control myself as tears are flowing, i bend down and kiss Harry, after he stops choking.

He's gasping for breath, obviously, but i can't stop kissing him. I thought I'd lost him forever.

The crowd around us disperses. We thank the guards and when he's recovered, we help him head back to our spot on the beach.

"I think we should get you checked out at hospital Harry" Paul said.

We both nodded.

We packed up our belongings and drove to the nearest hospital. Paul had called ahead to let them know we were coming.

Once inside, we went straight to a private room. A doctor came in and examined him.

"You're extremely lucky Harry" he said. " but...i can hear fluid on your lungs still. "

Harry suddenly leaned forward and had a massive coughing fit. I kept patting his back, trying to help. He was gagging, and struggling to breathe again. It was so scary to watch.

He retched and spewed up more water, soaking the bed he was sitting on. I grabbed a bowl and managed to catch more water. He finally stopped. My heart was racing.

"Sorry!" Harry croaked.

" No need to apologise " the doctor said, as he listened to Harry's chest again.

"That sounds better. No fluid. Good."

I sighed in relief.

"I'd like to keep you in overnight, as a precaution." He said. We nodded.

We got Paul to call the other boys and tell them what happened. An hour later, we were all in Harry's room, eating pizza and chatting. Thankful that he was alright.

He was released the next day. We didn't go surfing again after that!

All the love xxx