WHAT IF [L.S]

TWO

CHAPTER TWO
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When we reached the floor where Louis' room was, I saw Mark and Lottie sitting in the hall, in front of his door. Lottie was crying uncontrollably and Mark was just sitting with his head down and partially hugging Lottie.

I ran to hug Mark and then Lottie, which lasted a little longer because she was now using my shoulder to cry.

"We can't lose him too."

"I know, We are not losing him."

"How can you be so sure? You haven't seen him."

"Because I'm not ready to let him go. And I know he's not ready to leave just yet." - I said, trying to calm her down while running a hand down her back.

"I'll get the twins for some coffee, you want anything?" - Mark said to us.

"I'm fine." - I said, noticing how the effect of the alcohol had dissapeared and replaced with fear.

"We'll stay here in case the doctor returns." - Lottie replied.

"I'll bring something for you both anyways. It's going to be a long day."

With that said, Mark and the twins went to the cafeteria. Lottie sat down and made a sign for me to take sit next to her. When I did, she dropped her head on my shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Did you talk to the paps outside?"

"No, and I don't want to."

"I just want them to go away. We need privacy right now."

"Yes, you're right." - I sighed - "Tell me again, how was he? What did you see?"

"He had a lot of bruises in his torso, his head was bleeding, but the doctors made some stitches so It'd stop. And they also made a cast for his leg, so he's pretty awful." - I laughed a bit, and she did too.

"But, did they say he was going to be ok?"

"Eventually, after surgery of course."

"Ok."

We waited a few minutes there without speaking. None of us needed to say anything else.

Mark and the twins returned and handed us some coffee and muffins to spend the rest of the evening. But honestly I couldn't eat because nervousness was eating me alive.

"Sorry, I can't be here without doing anything." - I said - "I feel useless. I'm going to talk to those paps, I'll ask them to leave."

"Harry, don't." - Mark said. - "You're going to make a scandal."

"I don't care."

I walked away from that corridor and took the elevator until I made it to the main entrance of the hospital on the first floor, ready to speak with all those annoying people.

"Hello everyone, I'm Harry Styles. But you already know that." - All of them started to ask questions and point their mics and recorders to me. - "I'm not answering anything, there isn't any news about Louis. So don't ask. His family and friends need privacy right now, and I'm asking all of you to leave and have some respect for the Tomlinson's."

"But Harry, why are you here? They only allow family."

"I'm not answering anything. Please leave. This isn't time for your gossiping. Louis' health is more important than that. Please be respectful and don't annoy his father and sisters."

I turned around and got into the hospital hall again. I made my way to the third floor, where Louis' room was, and by the time I got there I saw Mark talking with a doctor at the room door.

"Here he is" - Mark said waving at me. - "He's his husband."

"Hello." - I said to the doctor while I shook his hand.

"Hello Mr. Styles. I needed to speak to you, for some paperwork you need to sign in the name of Louis."

"Yes, of course. May I see him first?"

"Sure, I'll come later with the files so you can sign them. Let me remind you that there can't be more than three people in the room with Louis, and after eight pm only one person can stay the night. Louis is still under anesthesia, so he'll wake up in the next few hours. The surgery went well, we still have to run some tests when he wakes up, but he'll be ok in a few days."

"Ok, thank you." - Mark said.

"Thank you so much." - I added.

The doctor nodded towards us and turned around, leaving the corridor. Once he left, I entered the room and finally saw Louis.
He was unconscious, with a wide bandit on his forehead, a cast in his left leg and a swollen cheek. He looked tired, even though he had his eyes closed. I could see a few cuts and bruises on his arms and it was like he had lost weight.

Lottie and the twins were round the bed, taking his hands.

"Girls, let Harry have some time with Lou. Come here." - Mark said from the door frame.

"Yes, sure."

Lottie stood up and took Phoebe and Daisy with her out of the room.

I walked to the side of the bed and sat in a little chair that was already there.

"Hi baby." - I whispered.

I took his left hand between mine and lifted it to my lips, leaving a little kiss on his "28" tattoo.

"You're going to be ok."

At that moment my phone began to ring. When I took it, it already had 14 missed calls from my manager. This was a problem. A big one.

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Ok, so i'm really enjoying writing this story so far. I hope you like it too.

I'll be updating again tomorrow :)

Mag 🦋