Wrong Number • L.S

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~August 12, 2018, at 1:25 pm~

"How are you feeling Mr. Styles?" The doctor asked as she entered the room.

"My head hurts." He groans, his hands going up to cradle his head.

"It'll go away in a bit, love." She reassured.

"How is Louis?"

"He is okay." She said. "Still sleeping."

"Do you know when he will wake up?" Harry asked her. She shook her head and told him that it was all up to Louis himself. There was also a very high chance that he might not even want to wake up.

"Can I go see him?" He asked.

"Can you walk? You're not dizzy?"

Harry shook his head and stood up, walking from one corner of the room to the other. The doctor nodded and told him where Louis's room was located at.

He quickly made his way to it, softly pushing open the door and stepping inside. The blue-eyes boy laid unconscious on the white hospital bed, bandages covering both of his arms.

"I'm so sorry Lou. If I wasn't so stupid you wouldn't be here. You would be teaching little kids the meaning of life while also texting me every little thing you find cool, but in reality is just plain stupid." Harry sniffled out a laugh and slowly took Louis's limped hand into his own, bringing it up to his lips and planting a soft kiss on it.

"You know...I actually do like you. I have liked you since we began talking. You're such a funny person to be around with." He stayed quiet for a bit before leaning forward and kissing Louis's forehead.

"I'll come back to visit you tomorrow, I promise. I love you Louis. Please don't forget that." And with that Harry was out of the door.

~*~

"What do you mean he's in the hospital and in a fucking coma?!" Liam growled at Harry who cowered away from him.

"H-he tried taking his l-life." He squeaked, head bowed down in submission and in fear of getting hit.

"This is all your fucking fault! If he never met you he would of still been fine!" Liam yelled, pushing Harry down onto the ground.

"Hey! Get your fucking hands off of him!" Both Liam and Harry look up to see a very pissed off Zayn running towards them.

Once he was close enough he punches Liam in the face and pushes him against the nearest wall.

"If I ever see you lay a hand on him again, I swear to hell that I will make you regret it for the rest of your life." He sneered, dropping Liam to the ground before going over to Harry and helping him up.

"Are you okay, babe?" Zayn asked as he examined him for any sort of injuries.

Harry nodded and hugged Zayn whispering his thanks to him.

"Come on let go home." Harry nodded and walked away with Zayn, but not before looking back at Liam who glared at him. He frowned and wished liam understood that he didn't mean for any of this to happen and that he very much cared for the blue-eyed boy that was currently laying in a white hospital bed.