Me and My Broken Heart (Book 1) 🗸

How to Save a Life

(Louis POV)

        OK, Louis. Relax. Just relax. Harry'll be OK. He has to be. I took a deep breath, and continued sign things for the fans. In about 30 minutes I'll find out if we can go see Harry. 

(Niall POV) 

        I'm waiting room, waiting, to find out how bad Harry is. I had to tell the cops all about the bullying Nick does at school. And how it's never been this bad. He asked why we didn't report harassment sooner, and I told him Harry wouldn't let me. That Harry was sure it was just a high school thing. Look where that got him. The cops have Nick right now, trying to figure out what to do with him. God, I hope he gets put away. He's 18 so he could be. I've been sitting he for about 45 minutes and still no word on Harry. Is he really that bad? God, I hope not. It couldn't be that bad, it just can't. Harry will be OK. Right. Thoughts like these have been going through my mind since I found him, and I couldn't stop crying. It's hell waiting to know what's going on. After another 10 minutes a doctor came into the room asking for 'Harry Styles' I jumped up so fast I got a head rush. Ignoring it, I rushed to the doctor. "Harry, is he OK? How bad is he? Is h-" The doctor held his hand up.

"Shh. Harry is going to be fine. He passed out from the pain. He's got two broken ribs, a black eye, and a bunch of bruises with a few cuts that will heal up within a few months. We hooked him up to a machine to help him breath a little bit. He's going to fine." I sighed in relief. 

"Thank god. Can I go see him?" He nodded and showed me the way. After walking down endless hall ways, we finally came to a door with number 58, above it. He nodded to me and left. For a minutes I didn't want to go in. I took a few deep breaths and turned the nob. Slowly, I pushed the door open and peered inside. Harry was laying there with his arms resting on his middle. His eyes were open and he was staring out the window. His face was s bruised up and his lip was split. He looked so upset. "Harry?" I whispered. He snapped his head in my direction and saw tears in his eyes. "Oh, Harry. Your going to be alright." I said, walking over to him and grabbing his hand. He sighed.

"I know. But that doesn't make it hurt any less." His voice a rough and weak, not really a good mix. "And it's not so much the Nick thing, he does it a lot. It's stupid, but my pictures. I know I should be worried about the fact that Nick put me in the hospital, and I am, But-" I cut him off.

"Shh, I know. The, ah, the cops got him right now." He gave me a look as if I was crazy, but before he could ask me about it, his phone went of. A text. He grabbed his phone from the side table next to the hospital bed and unlocked it. Looking at the phone, his eyes widened and he nearly dropped it. "What's wrong?" I asked. He slowly brought his head up. 

"Before I fell down the stairs, I got a text from an unknown number. The person said they were Louis." 

"It couldn't have been. You know that." He nodded.

"Yeah, but this is the same number." He said. He turned his phone to me and I saw what was freaking him out. The picture. Harry and Louis'.

(Louis POV)

        "What do you mean, no?" I whined.

"I mean no, Louis. Do you want to hear it in Spanish?" Simon asked. (hehe, Teen Wolf) I groaned. 

"Please Simon. Just for a little bit. We wont be long." I begged. 

"NO! It'll take a half hour to get there, god only knows how long you'll stay, then a half hour to back. THEN, we have to go on the rode and make it to Wolverhampton by morning." I glared at him. He's not going to stop me. I turned and started walking out the door, Liam and Zayn staring at me. "Where the do you think your going?" Simon yelled. 

"To see Harry. Try and stop me!" I screamed back. Liam and Zayn jumped up and followed me to the door. I yanked it open and stormed out. Flagging down a taxi, the boys and I jumped in. I took my phone out, remembering that Harry didn't have the pictures of us. Picking out the best one, I sent it too him. With a smile slowly growing on my face, I sat back in the seat on told the driver where to go. "Now," I breathed out and looked at the boys. "ready to see Harry? And Niall?" I looked at Liam while saying Niall's name. He blushed slightly and I wanted to call him a hypercritical. He has a girlfriend. Why bother with a fan, even if he is cute. And Irish. 

===== 40 minutes later. Hospital. =====

(Harry POV)

        Niall and I have been trying to figure out how Louis got my number, seeing has he's the only other one with the picture of us. I took another deep breath and was about to through out a guess, when we heard a slight knock on the door. We both turned ourselves to the door to see who it was. And then, In walked One Direction.

"Hi, Harry."

Hope you guys liked. Took forever to write.

Pages: 3

Words: 992