everything // LarryStylinson

33.

Harry's POV

"I want to go home. Well, back to Liam's" I spoke after a moment.

"Want me to go talk to someone? See if they'll let you guys out?" Liam offered, rising to his feet.

"Please," I breathed, earning a side eye from Louis.

"They're going to push us too soon," Louis sighed.

"I'm not gonna let them, Lou. Please. Being here reminds me of all the times I've come close to dying. It's freaking me out," I said with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.

"Alright, fuck," Louis agreed. I knew my charm would have an effect.

"I'll be back," Liam announced, leaving the room to find our doctors.

—-

*About an hour later, Louis' POV*

"Niall, you wheel H and I'll wheel Louis," Liam stated, unlocking the breaks on my wheelchair.

"You alright?" I look to Harry.

"Yes baby, are you?" Harry responds in his gentle voice.

"Yeah," I reply with a sigh.

Liam and Niall help us into the car, and as soon as Liam puts the key in the ignition, his car phone rings.

"Hello?" Liam answered, unsure of who was on the other line.

"Liam, it's Chris," Chris's voice echoed through the car, earning a collective groan from everyone.

"Yeah, nice to talk to you guys too. Myself and a recording crew will be there tomorrow morning, seven a.m." Chris declared, my jaw hitting the floor.

"No way, fuck you. We aren't working-"

"Louis, yes you are," Chris cut me off through the phone, and I felt my cheeks heating up.

Harry felt my frustration, he grabbed my hand in his and gave it a squeeze.

"Shh, it'll be okay babe," He reassured me with a whisper.

"We don't have anything written," Liam challenged.

"Well, I'd suggest you lot get to work then. Bye," Chris abruptly hung up, leaving us baffled by his lack of empathy.

"Unbelievable," Niall huffed in frustration.

"I have some stuff we can use," Harry spoke up, simultaneously rubbing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.

"Harry.." Niall started

"Nah, it's fine. I'll play it for you guys later," Harry broke our hand hold to push his hair out of his face.

"What would we do without you Haz," Liam sighed, smiling at Harry through the rearview.

The rest of the drive home is quiet. It's already eight p.m., and no one is looking forward to tomorrow morning.

Liam stops the car in his beachfront house's driveway; Niall and Liam rush to our sides.

"Can you walk?" Liam
asks, pulling my wheelchair from the trunk.

"Yeah, I got it," I push myself off the car seat and to my feet

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Harry's POV

"I'm going to have a shower," I announce, making my way towards the stairs.

"Do you need help?" Niall offered, I couldn't help but laugh a little.