Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 11: Facing Reality

AN: Thank you all for helping me reach over 500 views. I never got around to it, so again, thank you :). This chapter will only be in Harry's POV. If you remember the note I wrote at the beginning of chapter 9, when I said there would be a hint that has to do with this chapter - well, when Niall spoke of Harry and ended it with "in his dreams," you're about to find out ;-) Enjoy!

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Harry's Pov.

It feels as though I'm being weighed down; not an inch of my muscles capable of moving; even so, I'm not in pain. All my sleepless nights, tearful days, the stress...it's all gone - kind of like I was in a slumber. I'm not entirely sure of my surroundings, eyes closed; however, it's a familiar feeling. They've been closed for a while now, whether it be hours, days, weeks...months. Nothing has been in my sight. I can hear the constant beeping noises nearby, flowing rhythmically. Curiosity wants me to figure out what's causing the noise, but my eyes are reluctant to do so. After taking a quick whiff, the air is very fresh, nurturing. I know I'm in a good place, though I still can't quite put my finger on this particular scenario. It's very quiet and peaceful. Almost too quiet and peaceful, remembering I live with three other boys.

This isn't home. I'm sure of it; my bed has sort of a cushioning dip in the center where I always lay, though wherever I am now isn't so bad either. My body wants to continue on with this endless rest; on the other hand, my mind keeps taunting me, telling me to wake up. Something's awaiting me, or someone. My eyes fluttered open, blinking continuously as they tried to adjust to my setting. The height of which they widened grew when I realized where I was. A hospital room. What would I be doing here? My gaze wasn't steady, eyes opening and closing every few minutes or so. It's not that I was exhausted; but my body wouldn't allow me to recuperate. Breathing was steady, speaking of good news. The beeping noise was my heart monitor. My condition didn't seem so bad, so I couldn't comprehend why I would have ended up here. My hands felt numb, as I glided them across the white bed sheets. My legs felt heavy, not allowing themselves to be lifted on will. Wires that were connected to my flesh traced to the operating machines surrounding my bed.

The lights were dimmed, drapes closed. I heard light, steady breathing filling my ears, causing my focus to drift to my left side. Louis. He sat, slouched down in a chair nearby - peacefully sleeping. His full body was curled up in the seat, nuzzled into a perfectly knit, green and red sweater. My sweater. Instantly, I started smiling. Collecting my thoughts, I do remember us at the bar last night. I had a little too much to drink and must've passed out on the dance floor. I remember sharing a passionate dance with him, though my vision was very blurry. I knew being there was a bad idea. Seems as though fate had other plans, for a second time in a row. "Lou?" My tone was too soft, reflecting as a whisper. I doubt he could hear me; he's a deep sleeper, at times. I scooted over a bit, leaning in his direction with my hand reaching for him. "Babe?" He let out a small grunt, causing his forehead to wrinkle up. I chuckled a bit. It's adorable in every way, but I'm sure he'll be pissed if he's woken up. I shifted my angle, slightly, lifting my head in the process to grab one of the pillows behind me. He's going to kill me, but I'll take my chances. "Lou!" I tossed the pillow in his direction. It hit his head, causing him to shoot up from his seat.

"Grrr. Who the fu-" His eyes met mine, as I tried to contain my giggle; he looked stunned, as if he couldn't believe it was I laying before him. "Haz?" He walked towards me, cautiously.

"Hi, Lou. I didn't mean to wake you like that." He stood before me, still looking stunned. His hands reached for my face, shaking. "Are you okay?" He didn't answer, just continued on with his act. His hands cupped my face, moving it side to side - analyzing me. He opened my eyes, widening them, gazing at my pupils. It was quite humorous, though I was very confused. He's pretty out of it. Suddenly, he started to pinch my cheeks and the grip tightened, after a while. "Ow, Boo! You're hurting me!" I smacked his hand away and tears started to form in his eyes. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to - "