"Mr.Styles probably just took a hard blow to the abdomen, causing a lot of bruising. We'll give him some pills for the pain, and then he'll get better." The doctor said, annoying a worried Louis. "Alright.Can I see him now?" Louis snapped, and then shot the doctor an apologetic smile as he realized how sassy he was being. " Sorry 'bout that, i just really care about him." Louis explained, staring at his feet.
A few minutes later he was sat next to Harrys bed, smiling as the younger boy woke up ."Hi" Louis rolled his eyes, running a hand through Harry's hair. "Idiot. Do you realize how fucking scared I was? If you weren't hurt, I would kick your ass." Harry chuckled, and then frowned at the pain it brought. "I'm okay. We're fine." And he wasn't, and they weren't either, but they would be eventually. They had each other.
