Two of Us // l.s

A Little Dehydrated

Hey everyone! I'm not really sure if many people still read this, but I decided it was finally time to update for the people who do,  it's not very good but I hope you enjoy. thank you for reading xx

Harry's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, to immediately close them again. The light was too bright, it was giving me a headache, or did I already have a headache before opening my eyes? I took a deep breath and scrunched up my nose; it smelt funny.

It was a foreign but nostalgic smell of sanitizer and bleach. Unless the boys decided to do some cleaning- which was very unlikely, I wasn't at the hotel.

Where was I?

 To answer my question, I heard a pair of footsteps and a familiar waft of cologne.

"Hey, buddy are you awake?" I opened my eyes for real this time and saw Liam staring back at me, concern flooding his eyes.

I nodded, too tired to speak. Plus the pulsing throbbing pain in my head wasn't going away.

"Are you ok?" he asked so gently.

"Yes," I said, my vocal cords were finally cooperating, "Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion. 

"Haz you passed out, you're at the hospital."

It was all finally starting to make sense, snippets from the day before came back to me.

"Is he alright Li?" I heard a tiny voice ask, lead by a quiet sniffle.

"Yes he's fine, Niall don't be ridiculous you can come out."

Liam stepped to the side to reveal a miserable Niall. His eyes were swollen, his cheeks were bright red and tear-stained, he had snot dripping from his nose to his upper lip- which was gross, but I still pitied for him. Why was he so hysterical?

"I'm so so sorry Harry" he whispered looking at the ground, almost too scared to speak to me.

"Niall, what for?" 

How was this any of his fault?

"It's all my fault Harry, I'm the reason you are in this hospital bed now. You fainted because of me. If I hadn't been such a greedy, selfish pig then you wouldn't have gotten mad. But I made you mad so then you fainted and its all my fault. I hate myself, what if you hit your head? What if you died? Harry, I'm a terrible friend and bandmate and person, I could never live with myself if something happened to you, I understand if you don't want to be my friend because I'm such an idiot I'm so sorry. I wish it didn't have to end like this." His words were rushed out and a sob escaped his lips at the end of his monologue. 

I let out a chuckle, wincing in pain as it hurt my head.

"Ni, listen to me, it's not your fault buddy c' mere," I said opening my arms to him, even though it was super tiring and wasted a lot of my energy, I needed to reassure him because truthfully none of it was his fault. I knew exactly why I was there, and maybe it was selfish of me to keep that from them, but I didn't care. If I had told them then, all of my hard work would've gone to waste.

Our hug was interrupted by a knock at the door. I heard someone clear their throat, and as Niall pulled away, I looked over his shoulder to see a short middle-aged man, dressed in a white coat that went way past his knees.

"Ah I see that the patient has woken up," well yeh no shit, I thought,  "I'm Doctor Smith, How are you feeling?"

"Fine, I suppose." No, I felt shit, I was there lying in a hospital bed for god only knows how long, like the lazy piece of ass I am. 

"Do you know why you're here?" He questions. 

I shook my head cautiously, I didn't want to make it even sorer.

"Well, you fainted a couple of hours ago. The cause was most likely dehydration, we did a couple of tests and there wasn't anything alarming. So just make sure you drink a lot of water next time you're at the gym, especially when you're doing so much intense exercise and losing sweat. Make sure you go easy next time, okay bud?"

Dehydration? Water was the only thing I had been drinking for the past couple of weeks, what a shitty doctor.

However, I was still relieved, because if the doctor had found out and told the boys, there was no doubt they'd force me to eat.

"Hey Li, where's Louis?" I asked curiously, I was kind of disappointed he wasn't there when woke up. I wanted him to feel guilty because all of this was his fault. Maybe if he realized that he would take me back.

Obviously, he couldn't care less, if he did care he would've come to the hospital with the others.

"I have no clue, Harry. He won't answer any calls or texts, neither will Zayn. The last time I heard from either of them was last night." He seemed pretty agitated.

I was pissed off too. What could possibly be more important than me passing out and staying in a literal hospital overnight? If I had not known any better I would think Louis and Zayn had slept together the night before, but Zayn was straight so I can scratch that off the list of possibilities.

Louis on the other hand I wasn't so sure.

But even if he was gay, he didn't like me.

I'm not sick enough yet, maybe when I'm sick he'll notice me.