everything // LarryStylinson

8. Harry

warning: spicy scenes, skip first flashback if not interested

—-Flashback—-

"What an incredible show guys!" Liam exclaimed as we made our way to the showers.

It's so nice when the venues have showers, believe me, it's necessary after a show on hot summer night.

"Harry, you nailed all your parts babe. The high notes were pristine tonight," Louis smiles as he praises me, hand on my back.

I smile in response and kiss his temple. I love making him proud.

"Hurry up guys, bus leaves in 10." Paul yells into the communal bathroom and we hurry in to the showers.

I jump in my stall, close the curtain and strip down. The hot water feels amazing on my tense shoulders and aching back. I stand there for a moment and just let the warmth cascade down my body.

I feel a pair of hands on my waist, causing me to jump. I look over my shoulder and immediately relax when I realize it's Louis.

"Shit Lou, nearly scared the piss out of me..." I turn around to face him and whisper in his ear.

"You're looking really fine tonight babe, I couldn't help
myself..." Louis presses himself closer into me, causing the blood to rush to my groin.

With absolutely no warning, Louis pushes me against the wall and drops down to his knees.

Jesus christ.

"Stay quiet baby," He whispers against my leg, then continues to take me in his mouth.

——
"He's gonna come through Louis," I hear Liam reassure Louis in a soft, caring voice.

"What if he doesn't? I can't be without him, Liam. He's my everything." I hear Louis respond in a pained voice. I feel him grab my hand. I try with all my strength to squeeze his hand, I don't know if I was successful...

—-Flashback—-

"I have loved him since we were 18..." I sing into my mic, eyes never leaving Louis.

I know he hears me, but he can't react. I see his eyes light up, and he smiles at his feet.

I finish my part, then start running down the incline when the tempo picks up. I trip over my feet, and completely wipe out on stage, earning laughter from the audience as well as my bandmates.

Niall comes over and peels me off the ground.

"Clumsy fuck!" He teases in my ear, slapping my shoulder then walking away.

I look over to Louis to see if he saw what just happened, he laughs to himself then mouths "You okay babe?" to me from across the stage.

I respond with a nod and a wink, then resume singing, eyes never leaving him.

——

Almost out of nowhere, the pain hits me like a freight train.

My chest is in searing pain.

My throat feels like I swallowed razors.

My ribs kill when I breathe.

I open my eyes, and immediately regret it. The bright lights above me cause a throbbing pain in my head.

I become aware of the tube down my throat, and start choking while fighting to breathe.

"You're okay honey, we're gonna take that out now," A doctor reassures me, pushing my shoulder back down and beginning to unhook the intubation tube from me.

I try to lay back and relax, and I see Louis come in with the saddest look in his eyes. Once he realizes that I am awake, his eyes light up.

"Oh my god, Harry," He rushes to my side and holds my hand, then gives it a kiss. His eyes dart between mine and the tube down my throat.

"Harry, I'm going to remove the tube now, okay? It's going to hurt really bad for a second, but then you will feel a lot of relief," The doctor explains to me, trying to ease my fear.

She grabs a plastic trashcan and hands it to Louis, "Keep this over there, he might need it," She quietly informs him.

"You're okay baby, relax," Louis squeezes my hand with his right hand, and rubs my thigh with his left.

The doctor quickly removes the tube, causing me to vigorously choke.

Louis grabs the bucket, which I snatch from him and proceeded to throw up clear fluid, I assume to be water.

"Agh, what the fuck," I manage to sputter between heavy breathes and spitting out blood.

"That's normal, sweetie. You're throat is going to be really sore, coughing up bloody mucous is expected." The doctor states, causing Louis to cringe.

"Disgusting," I answer, followed by one more spit. I place the bucket out of view, and a nurse takes it out of the room.

The doctor leaves, leaving Louis and I alone.

"Wha-" I start to ask, but I'm cut off by my own coughing.

"Don't try and talk right now, love. I'll explain, okay?" Louis says with a sweet voice, kissing my hand and rubbing my forehead.

Louis looks down at his feet, then meets my gaze with sad eyes.

"We were leaving the Late Late show, you and Niall were in a separate car, do you remember that, baby?" Louis asks with a gentle voice.

Memories of driving off the bridge and into the water flood my memory. I feel panic setting in, my eyes widen.

"Niall-" I start, but immediately stop and reach for a drink of water.

"He's fine Harry, he actually saved you," Louis reassures me, and I exhale in relief.

Liam and Niall enter the room, relieved expressions on their faces.

"Hey Harry, you scared us, mate," Liam smiles as he talks, squeezing my foot in affection as he walks by.

"Niall, thanks mate," I whisper to Niall, who comes and gives me a huge, tight hug.

"Ow," I half laugh, hugging him back.

"Sorry, bub," Niall smiles at me with tired eyes, and I grin at the use of his nickname he gave me.

"Hello, Harry. Glad you are awake. I'm assuming you know what happened, and are wondering about your injuries?" A doctor I don't recognize announces as he enters the room, followed by Chris.

I nod in response, waiting for him to lay it on me.