Louis ||11||
"In the middle of the night when the wolves come out, headed straight for your heart, like a bullet in the dark."
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Louis was dragged out of the room not even a few minutes prior to be stuffed in a different room which was empty and cold, hooking him up to an IV, in hopes the medicine would help his immune system function a little better. And now he was alone again.The silent sound of nothingness, was peaceful to Louis' ears. He sat on the hard hospital bed waiting for the doctor to let him go but nothing or nobody seemed to realize that the boy was still in there.
"C'mon.." he whispered, his voice raspy and broken. Louis wanted to run back into that room he shares with Harry, wanting to apologize. He was so blind.. so so blind, and so naive.
How was it that he never realized Harry was an alpha? Or that the doctors never seemed to expect him not to know anything?
"Louis..." A loud, deep voice startled him, jolting his body up off the bed.
It was Dr. Peters, who was still using his blood stained white lab coat. He stood beside the glass door, giving Louis a stern look.
"Yes?.." Louis responded, looking into the doctors dark brown eyes that seemed to hold not only secrets, but also a descreet sadness behind them.
Dr. Peters lips quirked into a smile, "You're ready to go," he said, removing the needle from Louis' hand.
"Okay.." He whispered, as stood up from his hospital bed while rubbing his sweaty palms down the front of his white t-shirt. Dr. Peters moved out of the way to let Louis pass through, and yet immediately stopped Louis at the door.
"Wait a moment. You need to take this pill, it will lower your blood pressure," the doctor stretched out his hand, as his eyes nervously flicked down to the floor.
Louis awkwardly cleared his throat, while one his sweaty hands reached out for the transparent capsule. He put it between his lips, swallowing to push it down his throat. He could feel the hard, abnormally warm pill explode as it make contact with the amino acids in his stomach.
"Let me take you back to your room with Styles, you'll wake up new and ready," he falsely smiled down at Louis whose eyes had already began to droop.
"Why-why do I fe–el weird?" He slowly questioned, words slurring slightly as his feet began to swiftly move against the cold floor.
"It's part of the pill.." Dr. Peters said. His voice sounded like a far away echo, each word only disappearing further.
Louis felt like a balloon, and he felt like he was floating around the long hall way. The lights above him started to cycle through colors that he couldn't recall seeing before, except for the one that currently appeared blue. The voices that surrounded him came as if they were part of a dream, muffled and slow. What the hell was going on with him? His breath hitched, and it felt like his body was being pulled apart.
"Am I– am I dead?..." He voiced, the noise deep and raspy, unlike his natural voice. He couldn't feel anything. He had gone entirely, unmistakably numb.
His blurry vision made it very hard to dechiper where he was, but something caught his eye. He lifted his head up and stared into something big and bright. Louis felt as if he was going blind, but the light that had once blinded him soon turned to a round, mostly translucent blob. The way it floated in the air enthralled him, both large and bright. It was yellow, a color he knew he'd never before. He squinted his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Was this real, or was he in some kind of dream?
Louis was outside. He was finally out of the stupid hospital. He looked up, taking a glance of the vast bright sky, that seemed to go up forever, which only increased his intrigue in the outdoor world. His eyes roamed the beautiful forest only a few meters in front of him. He couldn't believe his own eyes. The moment his face made contact with the cold wind, he felt like he could finally breathe, breathe like the air had just been made for him.
He saw blue, he saw green, he could finally see the colors he once had dreamed of seeing. Louis could still remember every time when the scientists would feed him and others, of the way he would eavesdrop and would listen to them talk about the trees, the sky, the flowers. Everything Louis wished to see, and now he was able to see it all, in front of his very eyes, outside of the place he hadn't been allowed to venture out of.
Louis could smell the strong pines and the rich soil beneath his feet. He giggled as he wiggled his toes on the soft, grassy ground. The comforting view was peaceful and that peace was reflected throughout his body.
He sudden felt an arm wrapped around his stomach, pushing him back all together. He smiled, turning his head slightly, and after inhaling, he knew exactly who the arm, and scent, belonged to.
"Harry, I know it's you." His eyes crinkled up with happiness.
"I know you know it's me Lou," Harry replied, placing his chin on top of Louis' head.
They both stood there, mesmerized by the beautiful view in front of them. It was perfect to the both them, leaving Louis feeling safe and complete.
"Lou?" Harry asked, sending a slight chill throughout Louis' body.
Louis turned around, wrapping his hands and arms around Harry's stomach, glancing up at him questionably.
"Yes, Harry?" He stared into Harry's worried emerald eyes.
Harry's body stiffens, "We've gotta go. Now!" He tightly took hold of Louis' arms.
"What's going on Harry?" He worriedly asked.
"I don't know," Harry responded quietly to him, pulling Louis harshly up by his arms, wanting to get the both of them closer to the woods.
Harry's eyes widen, and he growled under his breath while looking towards the flat land beside them. Louis furrowed his eyebrows, curiously looking up at him. But something took Louis off guard, leaving him confused as Harry's eyes widen in both anger and fear.
"They're coming for us! Run Louis, RUN! I have stay here to protect you!" Harry's eyes widen further, as he pushed Louis body forcefully closer to the woods beside them. It looked haunted, and it seemed like a dark place to head towards as well.
He could feel the tears forming in his eyes.
Louis felt his heart sink, a sudden hard, stabbing pain coming from his chest. He thought he was going to break out in sobs right then and there. He was acting childish, but he absolutely couldn't ignore the pain, it was too intense.
The tears that had formed in his eyes started to fall onto his pale cheeks, while his cold fingers wiped the tears off his face, trying to dry away the salty tears, that seemed to come out in higher quantities than before, from his now blood shot eyes.
Fear took over him, as soon as he started to hear gun shots coming from behind Harry. Harry pushed him towards the woods. The look of his pleading eyes, made Louis' heart ache with even more pain.
"Please don't go, I need you," He mumbled. His hands trembled, his ears ringing loudly through his skull.
"Go Louis, go and don't look back.. We will see each other again, I swear." Harry's eyes filled with tears, as he yelled at Louis.
His heart raced, his heart filled with hope, the kind where you think everything is okay, that miracles come true, but they do not. The bubbly feeling he once felt had vanished now. Those bright green eyes that were once filled with happiness, were now filled fear and confusion. Louis' once bright eyes had only reflected what Harry saw.
He turned around, looking into the dark, creepy woods, studying them. The sound of the birds chirping and the cool breeze pushing into the pine trees which made a weird howling sound, which only seemed terrorize him even more.
He turned around to look at Harry one more time, with tears trickling down his flushed red face reflecting his fear and sadness. He himself started to feel his eyes water up as well, making it quite difficult for him to see past his own two feet.
As he turned around, the sound of a gun going off rung pthrough his ears.
"Ahh!" A painful cry left Harry's mouth, as he fell to the ground, knees bent, green eyes as red as blood, pain as strong as the type you feel when someone breaks your heart.
Louis heard his Harry cry out loud. More tears started to flood his cheeks.
"RUN!" Harry croaked, his pain no where near as bad as the need he felt to keep Louis alive in the same moment.
The sky seemed to darken, while Louis felt his heart sink. Louis obeyed and ran, every once in a while choking on his own tears. By the time he thought he was far, far away, he regretted every single little mistake he had made then.
Why did he leave Harry, he could've saved him, could've been far away from them? He slapped himself harshly, feeling the stingthat lingered on the bright red hand print marking his face.
"Why are you so stupid?!" He yelled through tears, tugging at his hair harshly. He felt his legs began to act as dead weight, leaving him to fall painfully into the ground, wrapping his arms tightly around his body.
Like they say, "Nothing lasts forever." Which is true, Louis knew it was true. His unbearable pain, the kind that just takes over your body, seemed to numb him. The loud cries that escape his lips choked him up, and his closed eyes ran with more than enough tears, so surely there were enough to fill in a lake or maybe a small ocean.
It just didn't disappear, he couldn't just let go of the pain. He couldn't. As the minutes seemed to fly by, he felt like his emotions were lost in a void. He was confused, isolated, afraid even to move. As time still ticked by, his eyes seemed to feel heavier and he began to drift away... into darkness. The darkness you can feel in a good way.
All of a sudden his body began to shake, making him groan. The shaking was annoying his sleepy state, though he could still feel a pair of warm hands on his back.
"Louis! Louis, wake up!" A voice chimed, one he soon recognized, making him smile.
His eyes fluttered open taking notice of his surroundings. Sadly, while he was back in the same room with the only person he only deeply cared about, he had none of the freedom of his dream.
"Harry," he voiced groggily, his eyes making eye contact with those emeralds that seemed to shine, creating a bubbly feeling inside of him.
His hands cupped Harry cheeks, running his thumb through the edges of his jaw line carefully. Harry seemed to react differently than he had assumed, his cheeks flushing red.
"Yes?" Harry responded, looking into Louis' icy blue eyes only that seemed to hypnotize him even more, making him feel... something he knows he hasn't ever felt before.
"I'm sorry." Louis painfully looked into Harry's eyes, that seemed to bore even deeper into his feelings, into his very being, than before.
Harry breathe seemed hitched as he shook his head,"No it's okay, it's my fault for making you feel bad," he said, grabbing Louis hands, that still were resting softly on his face. "I just reacted differently, I intentionally meant it all but I didn't mean to push you away."
Louis didn't care, "I don't know you well but I hope we can get along better." he said, smiling from ear to ear as he spoke.
"You don't understand though," Harry backed off, removing Louis' warm hands from his face. "You're so naive but at the same time your just too.. I don't know, understanding." Harry replied, again pushing Louis away from him.
Louis could again feel that painful feeling both in and against his chest.
"Then explain! I'm sick and tired of you pushing me! I need to know why you act the why you act, why you seem to always be mad or just simply uncomfortable with something. I want to know why we are here!" Louis choked out. He couldn't stand this. He just couldn't. He needed to know.
He didn't want to be here, but there was nothing he could do about it. At the least, he wanted to be comfortable with the person he had to spend his time with.
Louis grew inexplicably angry. His hands fisted together, making them paler than before. He could feel heat radiating off his flushed, pink face.
As they say, "Expect the unexpected." Before Louis could react, Harry cupped his face with his large hands, pulling him in closer to his face, green eyes locking with a blue pair.
He felt Harry's soft lips connect with his. It was strange, at first, but soon he started to feel normal again, though his heart was racing in his chest.
Louis crashed his lips hungrily into Harry's lips, as one of his hands made it's way up to Harry's long, curly hair, softly tugging at the ends.
Harry's laid Louis' body into the large bed, refusing to remove his lips off of Louis. Louis wanted more, he wanted to feel something, the desire was intense enough it felt as if it were killing him.
"Mhh," Louis moaning between kisses, as he parted his lips, letting Harry slip his warm, sweet tongue into his mouth.
He wanted to scream with excitement, but all of that was ruined as Harry tried removing his shirt, only to be stopped by a loud beeping that echoed throughout the room.
They both scream, pushing their hands against their ears, trying to block the screeching sound out, but it only seemed to make it hurt even more as the sound grew in volume and intensity.
Louis' eyes filled with tears, but before either of them could do a thing, everything seemed to disappear, both feeling themselves only growing weaker, and weaker. The sound grew louder still, the only way to describe it as some type of hushing, and the room seemed to move around him in perfect circles.