Wrong Number • L.S

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*Trigger Warning - talk of self harm and attempted suicide.*

~November 30th, 2018 6:42 pm ~

Harry rushed into the room once he grew impatient of not hearing anything about Louis for 20 minutes now. His eyes widened upon seeing the blue eyes he had fallen in loved with trying to open.

"Louis!" Harry exclaimed as he pushed the doctors away from the boy in the hospital bed, taking his hand onto his own.

His voice seemed to snap something inside of Louis as his eyes snapped open and he stared at Harry with wide, scared eyes.

The doctors took hold of  Harry and pushed him out of the room before they continued to check on Louis, to which just stared at Harry through the small window on the door.

After Louis was in a stable condition the doctor explained to him what had happened and how he will be supervised for attempted suicide.

"I....but I wouldn't do something like that!" Louis exclaimed. "I'm not suicidal!"

The doctor sighed and replied, "Yet you still sliced your arms, drank a shit ton of sleeping pills with alcohol, AND you basically overdosed on those pills and different other drugs.."

Louis looked down at his bandaged arms before giving in, "I guess I do need help..."

"You'll be watched for 6 weeks and if we see you doing better you will be free to go, but if you're not doing better you'll have to be transferred to a mental institution, where you won't be let out until they are convinced that you won't try to take your life away again." The doctor explained as he quickly checked on his vitals before slowly walking towards the door.

"I...okay."

The doctor exited the room, leaving Louis alone. He sighed and looked back down at his hands, rubbing over where his cuts will be under the bandages.

"L-lou?"

Louis looked up to see the most beautiful human being to ever walk on earth. He stood in front of his bed with weary eyes, his posture was one of a nervous person.

"Hi," Louis said softly.

"Hi."

Blue and green met once more after months of not seeing each other. Small smiles forming on their lips as they stared at one another.

Louis's eyes slowly go down Harry's face to his chest before his eyes are widening at what Harry was wearing.

"That's my hoodie." He exclaimed, happiness evident in his voice.

Harry looked down sheepishly and took a hold of the hoodie at the bottom, cheeks taking a beautiful bright red color.

"Yeah.." he smiled. "Lottie let me borrow it."

Louis hummed high in his throat and slowly lifted his hand up, holding it out and beckoning the curly-headed boy over.

Harry slowly shuffled to the bed, standing beside Louis and taking his hand. He gave it a tight squeeze before he finally broke down and hugged the boy.

"I'm so happy you're okay!" He exclaimed, tears running down his face.

"Shh shh, it's an okay baby. Don't cry." Louis coos, fond smile on his face. "You look beautiful in my clothes."

Harry flushed a brighter red and snuggled his face into the crook of the older boy's neck, placing a soft kiss on it.

"Thank you."

"So...tell me what I missed," Louis said as he traced Harry's hair.