White Coats (Larry Stylinson)

The boy’s chest rose and fell slowly, the heart monitor beeping calmly. His eyelids flickered at times, stating that he was in a coma.
Harry was sat next to him, his head in his hands, regretting ever driving in the state he had been; drunk out of his mind.
It had resulted to nothing but disaster. The disaster that led to this boy he had never known or seen having to lie on the narrow hospital bed, wrapped in bandages.
He had destroyed his own life himself, and now he had destroyed a stranger’s.
A beautiful stranger at that.

Harry Styles, a boy known mostly to be drunk or go to wild parties.
Louis Tomlinson, a boy known mostly for being shy, kind and quite.
Different.
Just like dark and light.
Morning and night.
Black and white.
But they feel some sort of connection.
Something the cannot explain.
But Harry's addiction to drinking seems to always come in the way of their love.
That and of course, what the society thinks of their relationship.
A gay relationship.
Will they last? Or will it all end up as an unfinished memory?