Never Knew I Needed - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 27

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[Louis' P.O.V]

I woke up to a burning in my lungs and some annoying beeping sound. I figured it was an alarm clock, although I never had to set an alarm considering I usually just slept until whenever I felt like. But instead of being able to roll over and go back to sleep, the burning in my lungs increased until I was hacking and retching. I felt hands on my back, gently lifting me into a sitting position as they patted in between my shoulder.

"You gonna be sick, mate?" a familiar voice asked.

A waste bin was pressed against my chest, and I weakly grasped it as I finally coughed up whatever was in my throat and spit it into the trash. I opened my eyes, ignoring the dull sting that I felt as the bright light infiltrated my vision. The first thing I saw was a black gunk resting at the bottom of the trashcan.      

"That came from my lungs?" I croaked out, looking up at whoever had handed me the trashcan. "Oh... I sound like a chain smoker."

I was met by Zayn's brown eyes staring down at me, relief swimming through them, "Yeah. The same crap came out of mine a bit too, but not as bad... I wasn't in that hotel for as long as you were. As for your voice, you'll get it back eventually."

"Hotel?" I asked in confusion, racking my brain as to why I was where I was, which appeared to be a hospital. A heart monitor beeped steadily beside me and there was an I.V in the back of my hand. And then I remembered. The hotel, Dean, Harry. I was gasping, throwing back the scratchy hospital sheets, "Harry!"

Zayn's hand was instantly on my chest, pushing me back onto the bed, "Louis..."

"No," I pleaded. "No, where is he? Let me up! Is he here? Let me see him, is he okay?"

"Just calm down, yeah?" Zayn asked tiredly, pushing the call button above my head.

"I just wanna see him Zayn, please!" I begged, frantically trying to push his hands off of me so I could rise up from the bed.

Zayn's brow furrowed, "Well he... Louis he..."

I examined his solemn expression, and I felt my heart shatter, "Oh... oh," I curled in on myself, bringing my hands to cover my face as I felt a sob building in my sore throat.

"No Louis!" he Zayn exclaimed in horror. "No he's alive, I'm sorry, I didn't realize what that would sound like until you reacted."

I made a wheezing sort of whine in relief, the tears that had built up spilling over just a tad, "I just... I just remember falling and I- I dropped him and I can't remember if-"

"He stayed with you even after you passed out... granted he couldn't see to leave, but the fireman that found you all said he was clinging to your unconscious form and repeating your name over and over again... luckily they didn't have to ask what your first name was. They just got your last name from Liam when the fireman got you two outside."

I ignored practically everything Zayn said, "So Harry is alright? He was conscious when they got him out of the hotel?"

"Yeah," Zayn assured me with a slight grin that looked almost like a wince. "He's been going mental about you."