Okay no clue what to write....gonna write whatever comes into my head.
Funny Larry clip on the side from when they were on the X Factor.
Harry never believed in miracles. He always thought everything happened for a reason. Everything happened because something caused it to be like that. He never thought that something special and amazing will just happen out of no where. But all that changed on December 24, 2012, Louis' 21st birthday.
It was just a regular day. After texting Louis a billion times Happy Birthday, he went out to get some things. He had gotten Louis' present a month earlier and just wanted to buy a small card for him. He went out to the nearest store and bought a nice little card for him. Simple, but effective. He had made sure there was not too much people so he wouldn't get mobbed by fans. The feeling was nice, but a little too overwhelming. Some fans did recognized him though. He didn't mind signing autographs and taking pictures though. It was kinda part of his daily life.
Harry quietly drove back to his and Louis' flat, his card next to him. While he was on the highway, his phone started to ring. Not wanting to cause an accident, Harry ignored it, not thinking it was that important. When it rang again, that's when Harry started to get annoyed. He turned on the radio. Ironically Kiss You was on the radio at that moment. Quickly, he changed the radio station. Even though it's been two years, Harry still wasn't used to his music playing on the radio. Well whatever music he changed too, it defiantly drowned out the sound of the phone ringing.
When Harry got home, he felt his phone ring again. Seriously? Do people ever give up? He picked up his phone and answered.
"Hello?" He asked, anger clearly showing in his voice.
Whatever anger he had, it clearly drained out of him while he listened to the person on the other line talking to him. The anger had been replaced with worry. Harry dropped his phone, not believing what he just heard. It took a minute for him to snap back into reality. When he did, he picked up his phone and raced to his car. He hopped in and started driving, not caring what the speed limit was.
When Harry got to the parking lot, he raced in running as fast as he could, earning strange stares from passing visitors and nurses. He threw himself onto the reception's desk (I think that's what you call it), panting, and starting asking loads of questions.
"Where's Louis Tomlinson? Is he okay? What room is he in?"
The nurse looked quite surprised with Harry. Either that he is asking so much questions or because the Harry Styles is talking to her. Well, kinda.
"Yes Louis is here. He is in very critical condition. You may see him but I will only tell you what room he in if you do one thing." The nurse said really calmly, though it does look like she is trying to hide he excitement.
Harry quickly agreed, wanting desperately to see Louis. " What!" He practically shouted.
"If you would give me an autograph. I'm a huge fan!" She squealed.
Harry signed her arm. Which the nurse, who was named Anna, was screaming, attracting weird looks from many of the people in the hospital.
Harry sighed. "Now will you please tell me what room Louis is in?"
"Louis is in room 437"
Harry raced down the hall. Trying to find room 437.
434......
435....
436....
437. Harry knows on the other side of this door, his best friend lays. Broken.
