let's escape // larry stylinson

chapter 43

Louis POV

Six days have passed and they're planning on taking Harry off life support tomorrow.

I am scared that he won't wake up, I'm slowly losing hope. All I can do is hoping for a miracle to happen.

Everyone is in the hospital now. Me, Liam, Niall, Zayn, Gemma, Anne, Robin, Des, Lottie and Fizzy. Almost everyone is crying. Today is the last day we get to spend with Harry.

They're taking him off life support tomorrow at 7am. It's now 9pm, so he has 10 more hours to open his eyes. I'm praying to god for a miracle, but I know that chance is very small, reducing every passing moment.

People are slowly starting to say their goodbyes. First Lottie and Fizzy, walking out of his room with tears in their eyes. They walk towards all of us in the hallway and hug me close.

"We're going home Lou", Lottie whispers. "Stay strong big brother. Call us if you need something."

I let the tears fall down my face once again as I hug my sisters tight. "Thank you."

They walk down the hallway, leaving me behind. I pull my legs up, wrap my arms around them and rest my head on my knees. Please Harry, please wake up.

After a while Des walks out of Harry's room, tears in his eyes as well.

"I'm gonna go now, I'll see you all soon", he says and then leaves as well.

"Robin, I'd like to have one last moment with my son, alone", Anne says as they both get up to go to Harry, they're not staying tonight and won't be there tomorrow morning when he's-. I can't even think of it, I can't even think of the fact that he'll be gone tomorrow.

Robin nods and Anne walks towards the room.

I look around the waiting room to see Niall crying like a little baby, Zayn holding him close, crying as well.

I see Gemma holding on to Robin, both crying as well.

Liam is sitting alone, his head in his hands. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him.

He holds on to me and cries on my shoulder, I try to stay strong for him but I can't. I cry on his shoulder and hold him close.

After a while Anne comes back and takes Robin's place as he goes to Harry, one last time.

Anne is hugging Gemma as I keep holding Liam close.

His comfort is nice but no one will ever be able to comfort me like Harry could. I miss him, even though he's still alive.

I haven't seen his beautiful eyes and smile in two months. His dimples and his laugh, how he runs his hand through his curls.

How he hugs me and holds me close. How he cuddles me at night, how he softly plants kisses on my head. His sweet good morning kisses.

I miss the times he would tease me for being tiny, I miss him reaching out for my hand. I miss kissing him, making out during our weekly movie marathons.

I miss him, even though he is still alive, at least for a few more hours.

Everyone has said their goodbyes, I'm left alone at the hospital after multiple hugs and 'stay strong's.

Everyone said goodbye to Harry, and now it's my turn. It's 11pm and he has 8 more hours to open his eyes.

I know that the chance is very, very small and that it would be a miracle, but I keep hoping. Because I know that Harry would want me stay strong.

I know I won't sleep tonight so I gave up trying to fall asleep.

I sit in the chair that has basically been my home for the past two months and I hold Harry's hand once again as tears are falling down my face again.