Harry could feel his heart beating. He took in the scent of plastic and metal. His consciousness returning. Sounds of crying could be heard.
Slowing opening his eyes, Harry could see his mother sitting beside him, sobbing. Noticing the doctors running in and out, the hospital bed, and the feeding tubes attached to his body, Harry knew something happened. What he needed most right now was the love of his life.
Harry lay there tilting his head towards his mom.
Anne smiled.
"My baby," she kissed his forehead.
"Mom, where's Louis?"
Anne looked at her son confused, a tear falling down her face. She ran her hand across his forehead attempting to calm him down.
"Who's Louis? Harry, you've been in a coma for 7 years."
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twisted dares - l.s.
Fanfiction"It's like I'm a puppet in some sort of sick, twisted story." A dare. A fucking dare. That's all it took for 13-year-old Harry's life to crumble and shatter into a million pieces. 5 years later, at the age of 18 and a senior in high school, his l...
