let's escape // larry stylinson

chapter 41

Louis POV

We walk home from school and suddenly Harry starts running towards a child in the middle of the street. It isn't till he pushes the kid away that I see a car is approaching, very fast.

In a split second I see the car hitting Harry, then he's flying through the air and falls down on the ground.

"Harry!", I scream, tears in my eyes and my heart beating loudly in my chest.

The owner of the car drives away as if nothing has happened.

I start sobbing as I run towards him. "Harry? Harry?", I yell as I get my phone from my back pocket to call 911.

I kneel down next to him and cry as I wait for someone to answer my call. Once they do answer I can barely speak from the lump in my throat.

"Harry. A car hit him, he's unconscious. Help", I manage to cry out, staring at the lifeless body of the boy who I love so much.

"Calm down, sir. Where are you right now?", the woman asks me. "Auckland Road", I say immediately.

"An ambulance is on it's way. They will be there in two minutes. Can you tell me what your and the victim's names are and what happened?"

"I-I'm Louis Tomlinson, and-and a car hit my boyfriend Harry, Harry Styles. There was a l-little kid on-on the road and h-he pushed him away, t-then", I choke. "T-the car hit him. He f-flew through the air and fell on the-the ground. The car drove away."

"Did you see the licence plate?", she asks me calmly.

"N-no", I cry when hear an ambulance approaching. "The ambulance is here", I inform the lady. "Okay, best of luck." "Thanks", I cry and hang up the phone.

I take Harry's body a bit closer in my arms and press a kiss on his soft forehead when I see the ambulance turning in the street, stopping in front of us.

Three people immediately jump out, one takes me away from Harry and the two others put him on some kind of bed.

"What happened to him, sir?", the woman who took me away from him asks. I let a sob escape my mouth before I tell her what happened. Everything I remember as detailed as possible.

"And where's the kid he saved?", she asks me and I frown, I hadn't seen him. "I don't know", I whisper.

She puts her hand on my shoulder. "Is he going to be alright?", I ask her, looking at her with tears in my eyes. She sadly smiles at me and shrugs, "I don't know."

I cry as she takes me to the ambulance, I am now sitting in the passenger seat. Harry is in the back with the people who placed him on the bed.

I am praying to god that he will be alright.

Harry, Harry, Harry is all I can think about right now. Everything about him, his soft curls, his dimples and his beautiful green eyes. His smile, his giggles, his laugh, his smirk. His long legs, his pale chest, his pretty little bum and his big hands that are perfect for my smaller ones. His snuggles and cuddles, his kisses and his sweet way of waking me up in the morning.

I remember all the moments we had together, how we always hold hands, not caring about what people may think. I remember all the beautiful dates we've been on, all the places he took me. Everything he showed me, everything he learnt me.

I remember all the things he told me, the funny stories about everything and nothing. All the times he said 'I love you' to me and I said it back in a heartbeat, because he means the world to me.

When I think about all these great memories and moments, I start crying again, full on sobbing. And I pray to god, those memories weren't the last ones.