So, What? // 1D AU ✓

Chapter 25

~So, so what?,

I'm still a rock star~

The group stood there, not a single one of them reacting to Harry's medical state. After all, none of them were doctors of any sort. Niall coughed and shifted, Liam was staring at Harry in concern, Zayn hyperfixated on a spot on the ground, and Louis was biting his lip and looking panicked.

Cole was the only one who appeared to have a single braincell left. "For god's sake. Call a fucking Uber. His insurance card is in his phone case."

Being told what to do, Zayn was immediately opening the Uber app, since an ambulance was going to cost hella cash later on. The least they could do was save Harry's bank account. It's not like Zayn had any connections in the emergency services world.

"Niall, help me get him up," Liam called out, and then the two of them were sitting Harry up. His head lolled on his shoulders. Louis advanced, checking for a heartbeat and that he could feel breath on the back of his hand. "He's alright," He said to Cole, after getting a nod from the drummer.

"What are you going to do?" Louis turned his head towards the figure on the pavement.

"I'll get a hotel room. I'm too fucked to deal with this shit," He sat up and watched as the group left the alley in a very different formation then they had arrived. Liam and Niall struggled under Harry's bulky form. Zayn was frantically searching for an address on one of the buildings, and Louis was clutching Harry's phone in his hand while making sure that the other two weren't going to drop him.

As he watched them leave, Cole threw Harry's inhaler against the opposite wall. It shattered into a million pieces, just like their relationship finally had.

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"Only family," The nurse said as Liam and Niall set Harry on a stretcher.

After a quick glance at the rest of the boys, Louis spoke up. "I'm his husband."

She nodded at him and Louis followed her through the double doors to where Harry would get treated. He was forced to sit in a chair in the corner, nervously messing with the case on both of their phones. There was an oxygen mask put on, and he had to answer some questions and give them the inhaler.

The simple version was that he had overdosed on the asthma medication. The idiot.

IV's were put in, and bags of medicine hung. Louis felt his eyelids drooping, but kept himself awake by tapping his foot against the chair he was sitting in. He had to be coherent when Harry woke up and had a million questions.

When the tapping stopped working, he went onto Youtube and searched his name. Several really bad quality videos of his songs were on there, so he decided to play one, to remember what he had sounded like.

Just a couple seconds after clicking on the link, his Brit-Pop voice filtered back to him. "You're a nightmare on the dance floor. You hate me, and I want more. You're a total distraction, while I'm waiting for your reaction."

He loved that song. He really did. "I'm so sorry, mum. I've been a real ass the past couple of years, haven't I?"

Kill My Mind continued to play. And then Harry's voice spoke when the song was over, a bit muffled, coming through the oxygen mask. "Louis, you have an amazing voice, love."

The two of them hadn't talked about who he really was, but that would come. They had a lifetime of stories to tell and adventures to share. "No, you do, love."

"No you," He whimpered in pain, and Louis got up out of the chair and sat on the edge of the hospital bed. "I'd sell my soul to hear you sing everyday for the rest of my life."

"Just keep breathing and I'll be here. No selling your soul." He put his hand on Harry's curls and gently ran his fingers through them. He knew he'd name every single one of his curls and dimples and never grow tired of it. Harry smiled at him, the little sweetheart.

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In the lobby, Zayn was half-asleep. His head was on Liam's shoulder, and their hands were clasped in each other's hands. No words had really spoken about what the two of them were feeling for each other, but that didn't matter right now. Harry's story wasn't over just yet. They could have their moment when the sun rose.

Niall was 3rd wheeling. His eyes were like lasers, staring at the black of his phone screen. "Everything ok?" Liam questioned, looking over towards his friend.

He coughed. "I just broke up with someone...over text." Niall put his phone in his pocket finally, and looked over towards the two of them. Zayn was alert and watching him now too.

"You good?"

"Yeah, I guess Harry inspired me to just end it. Stop living in this limbo of wondering if they'll ever call."

"Some good happened today," Liam noted, knowing that Niall needed to hear that. "And it's a new day. Everyday is a new day." For the first time, he believed that himself, and he looked towards the lightening parking lot with excitement for where his new friendships would bring him.

"Yeah, fuck 'em. Don't want to be with me, won't cause more suffering," Niall knew that what he was saying was true, but that didn't mean that it wasn't going to hurt. Especially when he got back to his apartment and it was just Taco there, after his long and crazy night. "I'm really tired, guys. Gonna go say goodbye to the two of them and head off."

Liam and Zayn stood at the same time, separating to hug Niall. "Don't forget to call," Liam said. "I'll always answer."

"You're good people, Niall. I'd never have been able to sucker punch that dick like that," Zayn shifted nervously. "Let's all go say goodbye. It's getting early." He yawned and the three of them walked down the hallway, figuring that enough time had passed that they'd be able to go into Harry's room and debrief from one hell of a night.