let's escape // larry stylinson

chapter 42

Harry POV

Louis, I hear Louis. I think he's sitting next to me. Suddenly I feel a grip on my hand. I guess he's holding my hand.

I try to squeeze his hand, but I can't move. I can't move a muscle, my body feels so heavy and I don't have energy. I try to open my eyes but my eyelids are too heavy.

So instead of focusing on moving, I focus on Louis, his voice and his touch.

"You always tell me how strong I am, but that's not true. Look at me now, now you're laying here and fighting for your life, I'm a mess. I'm not strong on my own, you make me strong. I need you to be strong Harry, I need you to be so fucking strong. I need you to fight, because, and this might sound selfish and it probably is, I can't live without you. I need you, Harry. It's like I'm addicted to you, you make me feel alive", he says.

I hear him cry, I hear his sobs and I can feel his broken heart. Then I feel his hands on my cheeks, rubbing my face softly, carefully and so loving.

At that moment I just want to scream out how much I love him, but I can't.

I need to save my energy to stay strong. I need to stay strong, for Louis. I need to be strong, because he needs me, and because I need him.

Because I love him, and because him loving me is worth fighting for.

He talks some more but I can't quite figure out what he's saying. Then I feel a pair of soft lips on my cheek. I immediately know they're Louis' lips.

"I love you so much Harry, don't forget that. I'm going outside now, Gemma is coming in. I'll be back soon, my dear."

I hear him get up and walk away when I hear a long tone.

Suddenly I see white, a lot of white, like a huge light.

Maybe it's the gate to heaven. Am I dead?

Did I die?

After God knows how long I see a figure.

Someone is standing in the light, I try to get closer to them to figure out who it is but I still can't move.

With all my power I try to move, but I can't. Having used all my energy, I fall down on the ground, falling deeper and deeper into the white light.

I wake up in the white light from someone rubbing my cheek.

Louis?

I open my eyes to see an old lady. It takes me a few moment to put the pieces together but then I realize it is in fact my grandmother, the one who passed away years ago, the one who I had a strong connection with.

"Grandma?", I ask her. "Did I die?"

She smiles at me and shakes her head. Does that mean I'm alive?

"But where am I?", I ask her confusedly. She takes my hands before she explains everything to me.

"This is the 'in between'. You got hit by a car, you got hit so hard that you got in a coma. You're lucky that you're so young. An older person wouldn't have survived a crash like that, you're strong Harry."

I let a few tears fall as I think about Louis and what he said before I entered the light.

"You're in the in between. You're in between life and death. You get to choose, go back to life and face the consequences that this accident might have had for you. But you get to find love, you get to be happy if you choose to go back, you get to be alive. Your second choice is to die, to live forever among the dead. I didn't have that choice, because when I got into that accident, I was old. I didn't have enough power. But you, Harry, you're only 17 years old, you can fight."

For a second I am confused and frown, "I'm 16."

"No Harry", she shakes her head. "A lot of time has passed. You have been in a coma for nearly two months now. It's the end of March, you're 17."

I cry as I think of the moments I missed.

"Grandma, I missed my birthday, valentines day, and most importantly, my one year anniversary."

She takes me in her arms. "That boy, the one who has been with you every day, he's your boyfriend right?"

I smile when I hear that Louis has been with me every day.

"Louis", I smile and nod.

"I need to go back grandma, I need to live."

She smiles, "Of course you do. You go back. I'll wait here for the moment you die, when you're really old. When you've lived a long and happy life."

I nod, "How do I go back?"

"Focus on your body. Focus on touches, voices. Focus on yourself", she explains and I nod, hugging her tight.

"Thank you, grandma, I'll see you later", I smile at her and wipe a few tears away.

"I will be seeing you in a very long time. Have a great life Harry."

"Bye, grandma."

I smile as I close my eyes, focusing on my body.

Louis POV

It has been two months since Harry got in a coma.

I haven't left his side ever since, I slept in a chair next to his bed for days until the nurses gave me a bed next to him to sleep in.

I've been there every day, the entire morning and the entire afternoon and night. Liam, Zayn, Niall and I take shifts at the hospital, we all skip one of two days a week, so Harry won't ever be alone.

His mum and dad have been here a few times, but not nearly as much as Gemma and my sisters.

People come and go all day, but I stay. I want to be here when he wakes up.

"We're taking Harry off life support tomorrow", the doctor says as he walks into the room and I feel like my world disappears.

No, this can't happen. They can't just let him die. He is strong, he can fight, he is fighting.

"No", I say clearly. "No, give him a while longer, please", I beg him.

"Please", I cry out. "He's fighting, I know he is. He'll wake up. Just give him a while longer, please."

I look at the doctor, tears falling down my cheeks. "Please", I whisper.

He nods, "Fine, one week, only because you have been here every day."

I smile through my tears, "Thank you, he's strong. He'll wake up."

The doctor nods and then walks away, leaving me alone with Harry.

I sit down next to him and I hold his hand as I cry. "Please Haz, please wake up. You got one week. Please, please, please wake up. Be strong Harry, open your eyes, please. I love you and I can't lose you."

And what happens then, is something I did not really expect. I feel him squeezing my hand, softly but surely.

"Haz?", I whimper. "Harry? Are you awake?"

I get no response so I just hold his hand close to me. I swear I felt him squeeze my hand.

"You're so strong Harry. Keep fighting love", I whisper when I softly kiss his knuckles, a few tears falling on his hand.

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A/N, hi. 

Once again, I'm sorry :)

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