Hero » l.p. au
  • Reads 3,070,658
  • Votes 81,495
  • Parts 35
  • Time 8h 7m
  • Reads 3,070,658
  • Votes 81,495
  • Parts 35
  • Time 8h 7m
Complete, First published Jul 09, 2013
[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away.

The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally.

A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive.

"Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me.

"I need..." I could barely choke the words out.

"I need you to call the ambulance."








Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Hero » l.p. au to your library and receive updates
or
#739direction
Content Guidelines
You may also like
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Walk on Water or Drown cover
Our Story (Zayn Malik AU Fanfiction) cover
Till Stars Stop Shining cover
Vindicated cover
karma || Harry Styles cover
Nobody Compares cover
Niall Horan Imagines cover
Survive [Larry Stylinson] cover
Issues // H.S. // A.U. cover
The Commitment cover

Walk on Water or Drown

9 parts Complete Mature

(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.