fireproof {l.s}

chapter nine

Louis

Anne and the nurse left the room, leaving me and a hurt Harry. I climbed into his bed and whispered, "Scooch." He moved over and I went on, "It'll get easier." I pulled him into my chest and played with his curls.

"I know, it's just... annoying, mostly. Like you literally said something correct and I was sad that you were right so I started crying. And then I was mad that I was crying so I tried to punch a wall. Then, I couldn't breathe. It's like this cycle of really intense emotions that I can't control. I'm sorry you have to deal with me," he half-laughed. I could tell he was really upset and overwhelmed.

"Don't say that. And you're not a burden. Even though I said that on the phone call. You know I didn't mean that, like at all, right?" I reassured him.

"I feel like one. I didn't think this would happen when I cut my wrists. That was so selfish. Now, everything is so messed up and it's all my fault."

I started panicking in my brain because he seemed to be getting upset again. But, surprisingly he just breathed slowly and stayed quiet. So, I spoke up, "It's not your fault. None of this is. Just focus on you and being happy again. That's all that matters, right now. Okay?"

"Mhm," he muttered, "Thanks, Lou. I love you." Blood rushed to my cheeks at his words. Thank god he couldn't see my face.

"I love you, too, Harry. More than you realize."

That's for sure.

5:07 p.m

Louis

I laid with Harry, both of us on our phones, for about 3 hours. He showed me some funny tweets and I facetimed Zayn. Liam and Niall had gone home with him. They had talked about random things like how Liam thought he had a crush on this random fan that he met like 20 minutes before.

When I had gotten up, Harry begged me to stay with puppy dog eyes. I remember smiling at how cute he looked. But, when I told him that I was going to get Nando's, he practically pushed me out of the room.

Now, I'm 5 minutes away from the drive thru. The rest of the boys are meeting back at the hospital and we are all gonna eat in Harry's room. I hate abusing our celebrity power but it's nice that the hospital pretty much lets us do whatever we want. The boys and I decided that we wanted to take a break from security and management, so we are going to stay out of the public eye and just spend a week or two just with the 5 of us.

At some point I decided to try Eleanor's cell again. I wasn't exactly sad about the break up, but the way we left things just didn't feel right. After 3 calls, she finally picked up.

"What do you want, Louis?" she said with a harsh voice through the speaker in my car.

"I don't know, I just feel like we should talk," I replied.

"There's nothing to discuss. I'm in Spain with Sylvia having the time of my life. So, please don't tell me that you feel bad for me. I'm much better off right now than being with your gay ass."

"Mature, Eleanor," I scoffed. "I called you to make things right and this is how you act? Grow up." I scoffed again and hung up the phone. I don't plan on calling that homophobic bitch again.

6:39 p.m

Harry

"...and I just never called him! He gave me the number and as soon as I walked out of the studio, I tore it up and threw it on the ground. Oh yeah! I paid the security guards 500 dollars to keep management out of here. Told them to say that you were sleeping and we were all at Liam's," Zayn is cracking up as he tells me about how he never called Simon. "He called me 40 times, Harry, 40 times!"