Rip It All To Shreds (Something Great)

This Love

Holy crap! Chapter 22! Don't worry this story isn't over yet ;) 

Just thinking about  school on  and all the homework I need to do before then is making me really anxious so I thought I'd write some more instead of actually getting work done. Logic. 

Song- This Love by Taylor Swift (the lyrics in this song are not only great and emotional, but totally relevant to the story)

Thank you all for reading and putting up with my inconsistent and sporadic updating <3 love you all                                      

-s

Louis' POV:

        To say that that the past day has been bliss would have to be one of the biggest understatements of my life. Is everything going to be perfect? No. Do I expect it to be? No, that's just crazy. Would I want it any other way?  Never. Never in a million years would I want it, him, us to be different. Just never.

        I'm being released from ICU today and being put in a general room for another day or so and then I'll be discharged. The other boys have been moved down there over the last few days. Harry has yet to be released, despite being fine. This may have been my doing... I may or may not have asked the doctor to not let him go, okay, more like begged him to keep Harry in the room with me. I'm do not even feel sorry. Harry, of course, has no idea about this...

        There is a knock at the door and the doctor walks in. 

"Good morning, Mr. Tomlinson. How are you doing today?"

"Mornin'. 'm fine, and you?"

"Just fine. Are you ready to be moved downstairs? Where is Mr.Styles?"

"He stepped out to make a phone call- to his sister, I think."

"Very well." Just as he finishes speaking Harry walks through the door. Being in the hospital means that he's traded his sexy black overly-skinny jeans for a sweatpants, his open button downs for loose jumpers, and his long loose hair is typically tied back in a messy bun. He basically looks like cuddling. That's all I really want to do right now. Cuddle him. Maybe later. No. Definitely later. He grins at me, and I smile back at him. His smile makes me crazy. I've missed his smile. The doctor finishes a minor check-up on me and then tells us that we are free to be moved to one of the rooms downstairs and reminds us that our thing are waiting for us down  there.  He leaves and says that he'll see us down there. 

"What could you possibly be smiling that big for, Lou?" Harry says to me, his voice tired, raspy, and irresistible.

"Wouldn't you love to know?" I teasingly retort. 

There's a silence and Harry's expression grows concerned.

"What's up Haz?"

" 's nothing" he mutters dismissing my question. 

"Haz..." I'm not forgetting about it this easily. 

"It's the boys. I... agh. I haven't talked to them in a long time, and I don;t think we're on great terms.. and... god... I was a complete dick. I shut people out, I was an ass hole, and that's putting it lightly. As much as I am delighted that you have forgiven me and accepted me again, I don't deserve forgiveness, from you, from them..."

"Harry..."

"No, Lou. You guys were my best friends and instead of reaching out I reverted to this messed up way of coping that didn't work and destroyed everything. I almost lost them, Louis. I almost lost you, I almost lost Niall, and Liam, and Zayn. They were almost gone. I... agh. I haven't been able to stop thinking about this. What if they were gone?"

"Haz..."

"LET ME FINISH! Sorry.. sorry for yelling. It's just... they probably still aren't talking to me, but that's better than them not being able to  talk to me you know?"

Silly boy doesn't notice. He doesn't notice until Niall speaks up. He doesn't notice that these people he so desperately wants to apologize to have been standing in the doorway for almost all of his monologuing. 

"Harry" Niall sighs.

Harry whips his head around and his face shows that he's both relieved and really embarrassed.

"I um..oh" is all Harry can say before all of the boys move towards him and give him a hug. I walk over and join them.

Liam is the first to speak up.

"Harry, it's okay. None of us have really been ourselves lately.

        "He leans in and whispers something in Harry's ear to which Harry chuckles and responds, "Quite well actually," and he looks back at me and smiles, gesturing for me to come over to him. As I walk towards him he grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him so he can give me a peck on the cheek. I happen to notice the eyes widen of the other lads a little. Oh shit. That's right. They don't know yet. I mean do Harry and I even know yet? What the hell are we? Boyfriends? Close friends? No it's realer than just friends, at least to me. I feel my cheeks flush and I look down trying to hide my face. He grabs my chin gently and looks me in the eyes with a tiny grin to reassure me. No, this is definitely something.

"Guys, Louis and I have been talking a lot since...since the uhm accident, and we've decided that, yes, a lot of shit has happened, but that... that the shit only gets worse if... if you aren't by the side of the one that makes you happy, and that seeing that other person smile, smile even just once, that is worth another try," leave it to Harry to make 'we're together again' sound like e.e. cummings- damn I love that about him," so, Louis and I have decided to give it another shot, and we're together again." He wraps his arms around me and rests his head on top of mine, some of his curls that have managed to escape the messy bun he's sporting find their way to tickle my face. 

        Niall's eyes light up and he actually jumps in the air before running to bear hug the both of us. Zayn lets out a few congratulations and smiles. Liam. Liam looks like he's been shot. He tries to smile, but then he hurries out of the room. 

No one notices Liam's absence but me.

"Let's go downstairs lads. Whataya say?" Zayn says, and we all move towards the door. 

Strange.