He's Not Afraid || L.S AU

Chapter 19

Harry's POV

"Louis!" I exclaim, panic taking over my system, my movement uncontrolable in my state of mind.

I crawl to the boy on the floor, unconscious but with a beating pulse thankfully, my pointer finger and thumb on his skinny wrist and my other hand on his neck.

"W-What's wrong with him?!" I practically scream to no one in particular. There stood the frozen class boring their eyes on Louis.

"Someone call the fucking ambulance then!" I demand forcefully.

Niall puts his hand on my shoulder giving me a stern look. "Mate, I'll go get the school nurse. It's not too serious, I'm sure of it - I promise" Niall stands up and runs out of the classroom.

"Right! We need those proj- oh my word! What happened here?!" The supply teacher exclaims, her eyes fixed on the unconscious boy on the floor, his head on my lap. I ignore all the looks some of my peers give me and carry on caressing his cheek. He's going to be okay. He just got a black out. He's still breathing. He's got a pulse. He's safe with me.

"Please move out of the way!" The school nurse barges urgently though the double doors with a medical bag set on a wheelchair. I carry Louis bridal style and sit him on the wheelchair once Niall grabs the medical bag where he stands next to the nurse, his careful eyes on Louis all the time. I hold in a growl at the lad quietly.

"You can go now. I can be with Louis"

Niall shakes his head in protest. He opens his mouth but the nurse speaks before he could.

"Harry, love, wheel him to the medical. Thanks Niall" The nurse smiles politely to Niall who looks defeated, watching as I wheel Louis to the elevator.

Niall: 0

Harry: 1

"You're mine," I comb my fingers in his soft, caramel hair, pushing us both inside the elevator.

We get to the medical room a couple minutes later. I lift Louis out the wheelchair and onto the bed against the wall. What's with this boy and always needing hospital aid?

"You drive me absolutely insane, you know that, right?" I chuckle, tracing my pointer finger on his arm. I sigh seeing the faint lines up both his inner and putter arms. "Why'd you do this?" I whisper.

"Harry?"

I swivel around go face the nurse, Julie, also known as Miss.Penny, with the green medical bag.

"Thanks for bringing him down. What happened?" She sits on a wheels chair and rolls to the bed Louis is currently lying on.

"Er, I asked him something and after a 5 or 6 seconds he started breathing heavily and he couldn't see to form any kind of word or sentence. His eyes were frantic and everything. It was like he was so out of it. Like he couldn't hear or see me. I-I was so scared." I confess.

"From what I've heard, he's had a small panic attack. Let me just go check his medical records"

I nod even though her back is already to me and turn to Louis, his eyes still closed. My god, de ja vu much? I remember him in the paper thin, hospital gown, cannula in his nostrils, connecting behind his ears then attaching to a machine to help him breathe. His skin lighter and chest barely moving. Hand frail and always so so cold.

"So, you friends with him? He's quite new to the school" Miss.Penny reads the computer screen on the big and messy desk.

"I guess you can say that" I say.

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