LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

Louis' pov

After a while of me lying there almost unconscious i decided to get up but i couldn't. My insides felt numb. I think its the allergy thing happening again.

“what did you do to him??”i hear a very very familiar voice so loud over the music that it makes my heart hurt. Its turns inside like a millions times all at once.

“harre—h?” my mouth escapes a hurtful whimper. He found me. I already started feeling like i was fine just by hearing his voice. His voice his loud but yet raspy. He sounds like he's been crying.


I wanted to get up and go hug him. I know i just wanted hurt him and that is why i had ended up here drinking and dragging myself into this condition. I did this because he did that to me.

He made me resign my job. Coz i wasn't good enough. Why in the first place did he tell me that day i was quite good to be able to get into his crew. Why the fuck did he have to say that to me? Why get my hopes up? I feel so bad.

Why in the first place did he offer me into that job when he eventually didn't want me permanent? Or even if he was going to say that or do that he could've informed me the very first day that i was a temporary solution.
Simon told me he brought back john into the office coz i wasn't playing good enough according to the clients and harry.

I was just a shocled mess in front of Simon when i heard him say such stuff. I didn't want to believe this. But when he gave me those papers and i read them. My heart fell onto the ground. Why the fuck would harry do that to me?

I never asked for the job in the first place. I was quite happy with mine at the bakery.
Maybe I'd been more than happy right now.

But why did he force me the leave. And if he did why didn't he tell me myself. Just because he couldn't face me. The kind of bitch he's been.


Harry's pov
“you sick, fucking, slutty bastard” i scream as see nick standing beside Louis who was i think unconscious on the couch.

He got nervous when he saw me. He knew he's done something wrong. I run over to him. Anger inside me burst. I haven't in the world have ever been so angry on somebody that I would just want to knock out there teeth and kick them to death.


My face turned red all of a second and my hand clenched his collars tightly.


I screamed over at him louder than the music. I heard people getting aside when I ran over to louis.

I just couldn't look at Louis in that condition. My heart ztook leaps when i first saw him lying in there like that. I didn't know what to do but then when i saw nick i understood everything.



“tell me what did you do to him ,Nick??” i am shouting at the top of my lungs. If somebody could just hand me a baseball bat i would want to just burst every living cell of his till i see him lying dead Ina blood of pool and no surgeon could bring him back to life


“loosen my collar, you can't touch me like that” his words spit at me. But with that my hold became tighter.

"Ohh! Compared to the way you've touched me the way you never should have, this is nothing" I spit on his face.
"Lis--" he begins but I choke him pushing him back onto the wall behind him.

“i told you to stay away from him. You Sick bastard” i spit on his face. Banging his body to the wall I font even care if he burst his head right now. I don't know what he wants. Why is he even here?


As i loosen my grip and set him a bit free pushing him back as much as i could into the crowd of people dancing.

“don't you call me that. I didn't do anything, go ask your boyfriend that, he was the one who got drunk and fell, I just helped him" he stables himself brushing his shirt wiping off my spit.


There is no way Louis would drink. He knows what adverse effects it will have on him. Its more dangerous than drug overdose.

“you don't tell me what i do, i trust my boyfriend. You get the hell out of here. Asshole” i turn around.

As i approach Louis bending over touching his face. His body is heated up but as touch him he flutters a little. His face looks a little
swollen.


"Fuck" i release a throaty groan as I almost try not to fall on Louis hurting him more.

i feel a punch on the side of my lower abdomen. Shit. I felt another one and then another. I scream out of pain. It hurt me just there at my stitches. They were just last month cut off and now I guess they burst open. The pain inside rushed like some soda fizz. I fell on to the floor holding onto my stomach wincing. I try to get up but i just couldn't. I couldn't.


“what is happening here?” i hear the bouncers come closer.


“nothing” Nick raises his hands in defense.

“get away from them” the other bouncer calls.

“sorry harry for that but you provoked me” he says out loud as he walks away from the front of my eyes. This pain which took me about 3 pills a day for two years to get away with is back.

I felt something warm on my hands as i could feel something oozing out of where i was hit.

Fuck, the stitches had cracked opened.


I feel like digging that nick into a hell hole where those tiny ants eat him up bit by bit. And he feels every bite.


The bouncer gets down searching for something in my pockets and he takes out my wallet from my back.

“harry styles?” yeah that was me.

“yeah” I say.

“lets get you out of here” he speaks and makes me stand as i wrap an arm around him.

“is that guy with you?” he points out to Louis lying on the couch his hand hanging free.

“yeah, he-e needs to go the hospital immeditely” i inform them. The other bouncer picks louis over him by his knees and neck.

“you also need to go see the doctor. You see that blood?” my now soaked T-shirt and my red hand makes me want to throw up. I think I'm gonna faint.

“that is a lot of blood, your boyfriend might faint if he sees you that way” he laughs trying to lighten the mood as we're put into a car. its more like a van. And I'm sitting at the back as the another guy sits with Louis resting his weight on him.


“give me your phone” one of them asks me as Louis lies on his lap his head resting on his shoulder. I cant look at him like that. This is so evil. I'm not leaving Nick like that. He'll fucking pay for it. I'm fuming with anger inside that I might burst a nerve or two. But every time I look at Louis in front of me I just want to see him. I just want to talk to him. He can't stay quiet like this. I just want to hug him to life.

Why the fuck did Louis drink? He promised me that he won't. Then why the fuck did he do that?

I don't now what to believe. What if nick forced him? I don't know what the whole matter is . But Louis i don't think he would break any promises at this stage of our lives. We just started trusting each other with our lives. We just started getting closer yesterday. This is sick as fuck.

“yes you, harry , give me your phone. I'd like to end my responsibility. Got to call your family. Tell me any name on your contact list”

i slowly slide my hand through my pocket and give him Gemma's phone. Its got blingy things stuck to it on the cover. I didn't notice till now.

“you are a pure example of a true gay” he laughs nodding looking at the phone.


I ignore his comments, “call harry, its in the favourites” i tell him and he goes on searching the menu. I guess my phone must've charged something for an incoming call.

“this one right?” he shows me the phone screen. It has one of my childhood pictures in which i am wearing shades i stole from Gemma when i was five or something.

“yeah” i nod and he puts the phone onto his ear.


We wait in silence for a perfect minute. “harry isn't picking up” he tells me.
“call again she'll pick up” i tell him to try again.

I shift a little in my place whining in pain as the cut on my abdomen hurts but not more than my heart which aches for Louis. Just for him.


“hey! Is that harry?” he speaks up into the mouth piece. Oh thank god she picked up.


“whatever he is yours, just come and see him at the city hospital, near the Cheshire highway as soon as possible, we'll be leaving him there with the doctor's you can come and check” he says.

“and please tell her to call zayn” i ask him to tell her.

“and please inform some zayn guy!”


“be fast” and he hangs up giving me my phone back.


“can you please hurry up guys, please?” i plead. I can't bare seeing Louis in front of me whimpering and i cant do any thing for that. I feel so yuck. I feel so sick. I want to pull my hair off my head.


By the next two minutes we're both put onto separate stretchers and i remember telling the nurses to call Dr. John for operating on both of us.



After being entered into a ward i remember shit. Nothing. Just being blacked out. Nothing at all. I think i fainted at the thought that Louis wasn't in the same room as i was in.

Notes

This chapter was fast I guess. Well faster than other updates. Haha I'm not really studying for my exams. But I will have to ootherwise my semester will go crazier than horse shit.

Well hope you guys enjoy. I felt so grossed out about nick while writing this chapter. And I don't know why I'm projecting him like that but let's just hope he's not really a relationship ruiner in real life too.
Nothing can come between Louis and harry. Period.

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