Where You Are (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Three

AN: Okay okay okay. Big plans big plans. Yaaaas. Preach. Okay sorry. Continuing.

Harry's POV:

Some guy had arrived, I was informed his name was Chuck.
We were currently sitting in the waiting room of a hospital. Chuck checked us, me, in and told us to wait while he went for a smoke. Louis keeps telling me that there is something wrong with me, but I feel fine. I know what the real problem is. It would break my heart to tell the lads. I really am tired, I wish I could go to sleep. I was trying to sleep earlier, but the lads wouldn't let me. Said I might have a concussion. Doubtfully.
“I'm going to find a vending machine, does anyone want anything?” I said, tired of sitting on my ass. The boys replied, wanting basic snacks or a drink.
After searching for a machine for almost ten minutes, and asking two people, I found the machine I was looking for. Sadly, there was nothing good in the vending machine. All healthy snack not even the most dedicated vegan would even consider. I hate hospitals. I don't know why they made me come here.
I walked back to the boys empty handed.
“I think we should leave,” I spoke, before anyone had the chance to complain about my lack of food.
“Harry, you need to be seen by a doctor,” Liam argued back.
“No, I'm actually fine. I bet it's just because I'm tired or you lads are crazy and imagined the whole thing,” My attempts to rationalize my point became moot as the receptionist called my name.
“No turning back now,” Zayn laughed.
“If I ran do you think I would make it?” I whispered to Niall, who was now standing next to me.
“C'mon mate it's not that bad!” Niall laughed and nudged me towards the door.
I already know what's wrong, why am I here?

Louis' POV:

Harry reluctantly trudged down the corridor, following the nurse he was with. The lads moved to follow but Harry stopped us.
“I don't really want anyone in there with me. It makes me uncomfortable,” He looked down as he said it and turned back around to follow his guide, still dragging his long legs behind him.
“Okay, what do you think the actual reason he doesn't want anyone in there with him is?” Perrie asked as soon as Harry was out of earshot.
“What do you mean?” Niall responded. I had forgotten the girls were with us until now. I've been so caught up in worrying about Harry.
“He is obviously lying,”
“Might be because they might make him strip down,” Eleanor joked with a wink.
“No, we've all seen him naked,” Zayn added to the conversation. We all have seen him naked. Even the girls. Harry just walks around without clothes on sometimes. Especially when he is drunk. He just stripes down wherever. I blushed at the thought, I have seen Harry naked.
“Maybe he is actually a robot and wants to destroy the world!” Niall laughed as him and Liam fake fought, pretending to be robots or whatnot.
“I thought robots were void of emotion,” Zayn laughed. That is certainly not something Harry is. Harry has a lot of feelings, and he is really good at hiding them. He even hides his feelings from himself.
Several minutes passed by of this, us arguing about why Harry needed to be alone, the conversation switching topics and landing on “The moon doesn't have ants on it”.
Harry then walked out of the corridor he had disappeared through before.
“So do you know what it is yet?” We all jumped to our feet as soon as he walked into the waiting room.
“Simply exhaustion, like I said,” Harry assured, receiving a disapproving look from the doctor who had followed him out, “Lets go home!” Harry cheered.

Harry's POV:
The lads, the girls, and I were gathering up our things when my doctor, Dr. Mishlen, pulled me aside.
“Harry, you know you can't keep it from them forever,” He spoke quietly.
“I know, I know. I just couldn't have them knowing,” I argued back.
“They will figure it out, they aren’t stupid. Your symptoms are already showing,”
“I know, but there is no use in telling them because it can't be helped,” I replied solemnly and turned to walk away, rejoining the boys.
“What was that about?” Louis quietly asked me, away from the boys.
“Nothing, he just said I needed to get some rest,” I lied. I needed to tell Louis the most, yet I can't. Not this early in our almost relationship. It's hanging by a thread and anything could tip the scales.
I just wanted to go home.
We all piled into the van Chuck brought us in. We all had to go home because I 'needed rest'.
Me and Louis were dropped off first. We scrambled out of the car and walked up to the front door, Chuck didn't pull away until we were inside.
“Harry, can I ask you a question?” Louis asked hesitantly as I took off my right shoe. I nodded and Louis continued, “It has came to my attention that you have lost a considerable amount of weight,”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. That was a symptom. I looked up at Louis, he saw the panic in my eyes.
“I knew something was up!” Louis raised his voice, “Why didn't you tell me? Did They make you do it?” Louis was still yelling, using 'They' to refer to our management. They have made us change many things about ourselves, but there is no way they could have caused this.
“No, Louis it's not like that. I wish I could tell you, but I can't,” I honestly did want Louis to know. I needed someone, but that will just have to wait, he couldn't handle it now.
“I want you to know that whatever your doing to look like this, you need to stop! The girls could even lift you!” Louis was pacing, I was sitting on the sofa, trying to avoid his demanding eyes. They wanted something I was refusing to give. They wanted answers. So did I.
“Lou, I'm not doing anything. I can promise you that,” I added, controlling my voice at a neutral tone. Louis flopped down next to me, placing his head in his hands and resting his elbows on his knees. “Lou, I swear to you, if I could control this, it wouldn't be happening,” I whispered into his hair as I wrapped my arms around him.
Louis turned in my arms so he was facing me instead of the ground. He placed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth and leaned against the back of the couch, pulling himself out of my grasp. I took this as a message to leave, but as I got up Louis pulled me back down so I was sitting with him. He leaned against the sofa, and I leaned against him.
“Harry, I really do love you,” Louis whispered more to himself than to me.
“I think I love you to, but I'm not sure yet,” I whispered back.
“Please figure it out soon,” Louis tucked his head into the crook of my neck and began to hum a song. He really has a lovely voice. I reached up to card my fingers through his hair as he sang, feeling his feathery hair. His hums turned into a sigh of content as he held me tighter to his chest.
I fell asleep comfortable in his arms. I loved the way he smelled. I loved his laugh. I loved the way he was holding me like he thought I might float away. I do believe that I love him.

The next morning I woke up alone to the smell of smoke. Alarmed, I jumped up off the couch and ran to find Louis.
“Louis!” I called, searching for the boy.
“Yeah, in the kitchen,” He replied calmly. This is not a time for calm, get your ass out of this place!
I ran to the kitchen to fetch Louis and get the hell out of here, when I saw the source of the smoke. Louis was trying to cook.