From Tormented To Worse (boyXboy) (Niam Horayne & Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Seven

Ello:3 So I have had exams the past two weeks and I just finished my last assignment so I can upload! I should be free for the next couple of weeks now, once I finish my homework for maths (there's a lot) But, ENJOY,

~Skittlez101

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Chapter Seven

*Louis Tomlinson*

Stomping up the stairs I couldn’t help but be angry at myself. Why did I do that? Why didn’t I snap at him? I’d done nothing wrong; nothing near worth how much hatred he was giving me…

How much hatred they were all giving me…

I sighed, sitting down on my bed. I suppose this was it. They always said One Direction wouldn’t laugh; that it was either going to be our dedicated fans or our close bonds with each other that broke us… We never believed it, when we should of.

Downstairs I could faintly here screaming, but I blocked it out I didn’t want to hear what they were saying about me and quite frankly, I didn’t care.

I frowned getting up, then suddenly I slipped and a blood curdling scream escaped my mouth, as my head smashed against my wall.

I only just heard Harry screaming ‘Louis!’ as I fell unconscious but even then… I was probably hallucinating.

*Niall Horan*

Everyone patiently sat around the waiting room, the doctor had reported Louis stirring moments before hand and we’d all raced here. It had been only two days but all of us had been on edge, it’s hard not to be when one of your best friends slipped on wooden floor and smashed his head against a corner of a brick wall, knocking him unconscious and it was in some way your fault.

We’d all taken it differently, Zayn had shut out from the rest of the group not daring to speak to anyone, and you could tell that guilt was eating inside of him. Liam seemed distracted most of the time. Knowing Liam he was probably highly ashamed of himself for not seeing this coming even though I’d warned him, as for Harry…

I didn’t even know if Harry was in there anymore, he’d been acting worse than Louis had the past couple of days, at least Louis would eat if been given food, or talk if had been asked, Harry just… didn’t bother. It was like all he did was patiently wait beside Louis every day… waiting and the one time Harry moved away-half an hour ago- he stirred.

I sighed, hearing my tummy erupt into a giant growl; I decided it was time for some food. Unfortunately for me food at the hospital wasn’t particularly the greatest, and Nando’s was an hour drive away.

Nando’s…

I hadn’t had it in so long. My stomach ached for it. Don’t think about it Niall. Glancing over at the hospital food, I just grabbed what looked best and scoffed it down then went and sat back with the other lads.

“Niall… can we talk?” I turned to look at Liam, his eyes looked pleading at me and I gave him a brief nod before following him outside of the hospital.

He turned to me, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

I looked up at Liam, sudden anger boiling up within me.

“Sorry… sorry!? This is your entire fault Liam and you think sorry will cut it!?” I snarled, and Liam flinched.

“Niall...” He drawled out as though the name annoyed him.

“Liam, what’s gotten into you!? What happened to the person each one of us looked up to as though he was our father? What happened to that caring and laid back guy that we use to all love and adore? This isn’t you Liam. This cranky bastard that is going around plotting to ruin friendships isn’t you. This isn’t Liam James Payne, member of One Direction, born on August 29th 1993. You are some son of a bitch, possessing the body of the man I love!” I breathed it all out, agitation, venom, anger it all snuck out through every word.

Liam paled, “Man I love?”

*Louis Tomlinson*

I guess the best way to wake up from hospital-well in the movies- was by the person you loved the person who you spent nearly every minute of every day with. As my eyes fluttered open and were greeted with the tortured beautiful green eyes of Harold Edward Styles, my Hazza. I couldn’t help but feel content.

“Boo?” Haz asked, looking at me in disbelief.

“Hey, Curly!” I grinned up at him, which soon faded as memories from the weeks before flashed across my mind.

“What’s wrong, Boo?” Harry frowned obviously noting the change in my mood, as he looked down worriedly at me.

“Don’t…” my voice trembled a bit, I didn’t like how insecure it sounded, “Don’t you hate me?”

Harry froze his eyes intensifying, he pulled back a piece of hair that drifted over my eyes, then started at me. “Louis… I could never hate you.”

“Well that’s good!” I grinned, he laughed at my sudden mood change.

“Sure is, Boo.” Harry smiled, “Let’s get you out of this hospital, shall we?”