You Came Back (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3: Fake Friends

I allowed Niall to help me off the floor and Louis sat on the bed, his hand began trailing around mine, desperately trying to gain real skin-to-skin contact. I stood with Niall staring worriedly at me. I'm not sure if I could explain what happened. I guess it was a mini-breakdown at the thought of not having Louis in my life. I hoped I hadn't scared Niall away.
"Are you okay?" Niall asked concernedly. He put his hand hesitantly on my shoulder.
"I'm fine." I said shakily. "Thanks for being here for me, Niall. I know the other guys probably didn't want to miss on seeing me today but maybe tomorrow they can come by. I promise I won't have another breakdown." I said chuckling awkwardly.
Niall removed his hand from my shoulder and sheepishly looked towards the floor.
"Harry, I think I should tell you this now because I don't want to start making excuses and have you upset. It's not that Zayn and Liam couldn't make it, it's just that they didn't want to come. I begged them to at least come to say hi but they said that you're 'not Harry' anymore and there would be no point of seeing a hollow shell of their best friend." Niall revealed.
"Hollow shell?" The words caught in my throat. Tears threatened to spill again but they were angry tears. I wasn't upset anymore. I was furious!
"But Haz, they don't matter anymore. All that matters is me...and Louis. You have us and as long as you have us you'll be fine." Niall said strongly. Did he actually believe that or was he just selling me another story?
I was hurt. I was shocked.

My so-called friends didn't support me, only Niall did. Liam and Zayn didn't believe I was the same as how I used to be. Well, I don't give a fuck about them anymore! Why couldn't they have died instead of Louis? I looked towards Louis whose face was contorted in concentration with touching my skin. I moved my hand away and Louis' hand followed mine frantically like I was taking away his prized possession. I turned to Niall trying to stop the tears from falling once again.
"Haz, I hope I haven't-
"I think you should leave." I said coldly. I hadn't meant to be like that but I needed time alone to process this. "The morning visits are almost over and I don't want to get in trouble."
"Harry, please don't be upset. I only told you this because I thought you would-
"Please leave!" I croaked. My voice became thick with tears as I said, "Niall, I appreciate everything that you've done for me and I love you so much but I don't want you to visit me anymore."
I could see Louis gawping at me from the corner of my eye but I didn't tear myself away from Niall.
"Harry, I'm sorry if I upset you but this isn't me. I'm not the one who doesn't want to be friends. I'm not the one that calls you 'the schizoid' behind your back."
"Leave!" I screamed. "I don't want you to come back! I don't want you here ever! I never wanted you to be here. You aren't my friend!"
Niall's blue eyes looked as though they held the whole ocean. Tears rolled down his cheek and he gave me one last look before storming out.

I didn't understand why I did that. Niall was my only connection left with them and I guess deep down in my subconscious I wanted that to be broken. The bond of our band was broken once Louis died and from then we never have been or will be the same. One Direction is dead and there is nothing any of us can do about it.
"That was a bit harsh." Louis muttered.
"I had to do it!" I yelled.
"Hey, calm down, Haz. What's going on with you?" Louis asked concernedly. I couldn't take him judging me too. I stormed out in a rage and slammed the door behind me.

I had begun to march furiously down the hospital halls thinking about how Louis was never really there when I needed him. He wasn't there for me physically or emotionally...He just wasn't there. I was so focused on my rage that I didn't see the shy boy that I was about to knock heads with. I only realised after it was too late. Our heads collided and he stumbled back in pain. He clutched his head but I don't think it was because of the collision.
"Are you alright?" I asked. The stranger swayed slightly. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I wasn't looking."
He didn't speak. The boy looked up at me and his eyes were dim and gloomy and before he could say something to me he collapsed and his body was falling to the floor. I rushed to catch him and as he fell into my arms I could see Louis appearing a bit further down the hall. He watched as I tried to help the poor boy. Nurses and other members of staff dashed to help. They took him out of my arms and I was pretty sure one of the nurses were asking me what had caused the boy to fall but I was too busy looking up at Louis. He looked angry, upset...betrayed. He shook his head before disappearing from sight.