everything // LarryStylinson

10. Harry

I slip into the comfy clothes Louis brought me, and run my hands through my hair.

May need a trim soon...

Nahhh.

"The car to take us to the airport will be here in 15, they want us to start heading downstairs," Liam announces walking into mine and Louis' suite with Niall.

"How you doing, bub?" Niall approaches me and puts a hand on my shoulder.

I give him a thumbs up in response, although my entire body aches.

"You take any pain medicine?" Liam asks.

I shake my head no, and he hands me something.

"Take this when we take off, don't ask how I got it," He hands me a small white pill with a smirk. I silently laugh and slip it into my pocket as we head downstairs.

Against my wishes, the guards make me sit in the front. I just want to be with my Lou...

The ride to the airport was about 30 minutes, but it felt like forever to me. Probably because I was nervous as fuck..

Security escorts us out of the car, and onto out private plane. I immediately head towards the back, where we have two full size bunk beds. I flop down on the bottom bed, gasping in pain at the impact.

"You hurting? Louis asks, sitting next to where I'm laying on the bed. I nod my head to answer.

"Did you take the pill Liam gave you?" I shake my head no at this. Louis knows why I have an aversion to pills...

"I have my weed vaporizer, it might help?" He offers, handing it out. I pick it up and take a few puffs.

I lay flat on my back and close my eyes, centering my focus on my breathing and slowly feeling the effects from the vaporizer. It isn't doing much for the pain, but it's greatly reducing my anxiety.

"You can sleep baby, we have a long flight until we're there," Louis leans down and leaves a kiss on the corner of my mouth. I drift to sleep within minutes.

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Liam's POV

Louis comes out from the plane rest area, without Harry.

"He alright?" I ask, concern laced in my voice.

"Yeah, he's just passed out. Lad's high as a kite," Louis says, lightly laughing.

"Did he take the pill?" I question, surprised.

"Nah, he smoked some weed," Louis answered, having a seat and drinking from a water bottle. "Why do you have those anyway?"

"It's hydrocodone, they're from my wisdom tooth surgery, I never took them all because they made me feel weird. You're supposed to get rid of them but I keep them in case something like this happens." I answer truthfully.

"Doctors are stingy with the good stuff," Niall jokes, wrapping up in a blanket in effort to get comfortable.

Louis and I laugh in response.

"Niall, are you alright mate? I know you went through the same thing, how are you handling it?" Louis shifts his focus over to Niall, who's demeanor immediately changed.

"Yeah, I mean, don't worry about me I'm fine. It's my fault..." Niall answers, sadness in his voice.

"What are you talking about? Of course it isn't your fault," I respond, sounding confused and surprised.

"You saved Harry's life, Niall," Louis added on.

"Dave was leaning on the wheel. Harry tried to keep us on the bridge, but his hand was slipping. He told me to pull Dave off of the wheel, but I froze," Niall answered, tears forming in his eyes.

"Niall, stop," I go over to give him a bear hug, and he falls into me. All his built up emotions are released as he cries into my chest.

Louis comes over and sits next to us. He places his hand on Nialls back, rubbing soothing circles.
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Harry's POV

I wake up to my head pounding, throat burning, and back aching.

What the hell, I literally feel 100 years old.

I peel myself off the bed, and decide to brush my teeth. Maybe that will help with the throat issue...

I decide I wanna go out and see the lads. I open the door to see Liam holding a crying Niall, and Louis sitting with them rubbing his back. They don't notice me until I walk in and sit down on the couch in front of them.

I mouth to Louis "what's going on?" and just as he's about to answer, Niall looks up and basically tackles me on the couch. I let out an involuntary "oof."

"Harry, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault you almost died. Thank you for not dying, I'm so sorry I froze up, I almost killed you!" Niall rushes out, squeezing me a little too tight. I bring my large hands on his back, and rub it to try to calm him down.

"Niall, shh. It is not your fault. The driver was literally on meth, please calm down," I console him in a low, raspy voice, followed by clearing my throat.

He let's go of me, takes a deep breath and smiles. He gets up to grab himself a water bottle, and throws one my way as well.

"How are you feeling babe? Any better?" Louis asks me while sitting down next to me.

"Yeah, a little bit," I lie. I can tell Niall is struggling right now, and I don't want to be babied right now. He needs it more than I do.

"You still high?" Louis asks me in my ear so only I heard.

"Eh, 'lil bit," I respond, earning a smirk from him.

He puts his hand on my knee, and I put my hand on top of his.

"You should ask if you can lip sing tonight," Liam suggests.

"It's alright. I doubt they'd let me. It's only six tracks, I'll be fine," I reply.

"You're gonna be amazing, Harry," Louis looks up at me, then kisses my jawbone. My heart flutters, then proceeds to slam in my chest. I look down at him, and plant my lips on his in a soft, long, lingering kiss.