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Chapter 7

10:03 A.M. Third person POV:

Harry opens his eyes after what feels like an eternity of rest. It's the next day, and he really wants Louis. He makes Harry feel so different- safe. 

But you sent him away.

You fucked it up.

He definitely doesn't like you now.

He put his hands over his ears, screaming, with no sound. His lungs felt like they're on fire again. It's painful.

You deserve the pain.

Deserve to hurt.

You should have died.

Not fully conscious, Harry sits up, ripping out his IV, the voices not seeming to stop anytime soon. He fucked everything up, he lost Louis, he lost Derrick, his family, and now he's in pain. He just wants it to stop. 

And he'll do anything to make it stop.

8:39 A.M. Louis' POV:

The hospital called last night, saying that Harry asked for me right after he sent me away. I can't blame him, he just almost got killed by the person he thought loved him most in the world.

I put on some grey sweats and a green adidas hoodie, and walk to the kitchen, greeted with the sight of Zayn and Liam making out while the pancakes are burning.

I clear my throat to let them know I'm there, and they break apart so fast, I thought they teleported away.

"'Morning lads.." I say.

"Heh, that's awkward. Good morning Louis." Liam says, before pecking Zayn on the lips once more, and Zayn groaning at his burnt pancakes.

"Sorry 'bout that Loueh." Zayn says in his strange accent. "Want pancakes?"

"No thanks Zayn, I'm gonna go down to the hospital and see how Harry is." I say, as a look of sympathy glides over Zayn's face.

"Alright, good luck mate." He says. I give him a quick smile, and grab my keys as I head for the door.

When I arrive at the hospital, it's about 9:30, the visiting hours open at about 10:00, so I decide to get a coffee. 

Sitting at the table with my black coffee half empty, I look at my watch, 10:02 A.M. 

As I look around, I hear a scream, then a dozen doctors running to a room. Being the nosy little shit I am, I go to look. I follow them to a door that looks oddly familiar.

Harry's room.

Present time Third person POV:

As Louis enters the room, he's shocked to see a panicking Harry on the ground, bleeding from where his IV was supposed to be and sobbing on the floor.

Faint whispers can be heard in the room, but not from the doctors, from Harry.

"Stupid stupid stupid stupid." Harry says, starting to hit the side of his head, crying harder. He didn't even notice Louis, who quickly jumps into action, without the fear of getting hurt or in trouble.

Louis hold's Harry's hands by his sides and looks him in the eye. "Harry," Louis starts, "you're having a panic attack, I need you to breathe." 

Harry looks away, not knowing how to breathe. "I want to die, I need to die." He chants.

Louis tilts Harry's chin so they are looking right at each other. "No Harry, you're okay, you're gonna be okay love." Louis then guides a shaking Harry to the bed, with half of the doctors gone, leaving them and two nurses. 

Harry climbs in, still chanting, tears streaming down his face. Louis gets behind him, as the big spoon, and cuddles him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

Soon enough, Harry's breathing evens out, leaving Louis, falling asleep, just worried, but okay. 

"You're gonna be just fine Harry." Louis says, closing his eyes, falling asleep right next to his Haz.

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oh my god, i haven't updated in so long IM SORRY!!!!

i love this book and hope there are still a few readers left.

i hope this chapter was longer than a few of my others? if not, i'm sorry :(((