Larry One Shots

Harry: Fainting Disorder (3)

Louis POV

I got home around 5:15 while I started to prepare dinner for me and Harry. He usually cooks, but when he texted me telling me that he left at 5, I decided to surprise him and make dinner. I finished with everything around 5:45 and Harry still wasn't home. I tried calling his cell, but he didn't answer, so I assumed he just got stuck at work and was driving home now. After about 5 minutes, my phone rang and I expected it to be Harry, but when a young female voice spoke over the phone, I was confused.

"Hello?" I said.

"Is this Louis Tomlinson?" The young female voice asked.

"It is. May I ask who's calling?"

"My name is nurse Olivia. Your boyfriend Harry Styles was involved in a car accident and was taken to your local hosp-" I cut her off.

"Wait! What?" I said, taken aback. "I-is he okay? Was h-he hurt?"

"He's fine. Just has some minor injuries. He was asking for you in the ambulance, so I decided to call you and invite you to come and see him."

"Oh my gosh. Yes of course. I'm on my way." I said gathering my jacket, keys and wallet, before heading out the door, still on the phone.

"When you get here just come to reception and let them know you are there for Harry and I'll come down and get you."

"Thank you!" I said before hanging up the phone. I began the journey to hospital. I decided to call Harry's mum, as she deserved to know what's happening to her son. I called and she said she would make her way down, but she was at least three hours away, so it would take some time, but I told her don't worry, I'm sure Harry will be fine.

I arrived at the hospital after what seemed like a long drive, but was only about 15 minutes long. I rushed into reception and spoke to the woman at the desk.

"Hi um my boyfriend Harry was brought in about an hour ago. They told me to ask for nurse Olivia." The woman nodded and picked up the phone to page the nurse. She told me to go sit in the waiting room for the nurse to arrive. About 2 minutes later a nurse called my name.

"Yeah that's me." She smiled and gestured for me to follow her down the hallway.

"It's nice to meet you. You can follow me this way to Harry's room." She said.

"He's okay right?" I asked, still anxious

"He's fine. He suffered a minor concussion from slamming his head on the steering wheel when his car hit the nearby tree. Also his ankle is broken in two places, but was set with a cast. We are keeping him here overnight just to monitor his concussion. Supposedly the reason he crashed was because he fainted. And with his disorder-"

"Wait disorder?" I asked confusedly as we stood outside what I assumed was Harry's room.

"Yes." She began hesitantly. "He has what is called vasovagal syncope, which in lay terms is a fainting disorder caused by emotional or physical stress on the body. Sometimes fainting can come without warning, especially if the patient isn't on medication, which Harry is not. That seems to be the case when he crashed. He shouldn't have been driving."

"How long-" I cut myself off. "When was he diagnosed?"

"Did you not know about his diagnosis?" I shook my head no. "He was officially diagnosed about 3 days ago, but when I spoke with his primary care earlier, it appears that Harry has been suffering with it for the past year." I gasped, as I didn't notice or take into account that Harry had been suffering.

"Can I see him?" The nurse nodded and opened the door gently, as if not to disturb Harry.

"He's most likely just sleeping. He had fainted again when he was wheeled into the hospital, most likely from anxiety of being in a hospital. He should wake up soon. I'll be in every hour or so to check his neurological symptoms." The nurse smiled and nodded, checking over Harry's vitals as I rushed to his side and took his hand in mine.

"Gosh Harry." I kissed his hand, then sat down in the nearby chair. "Thank you Olivia."

"Of course Louis. Push the button on the wall if you need anything or when Harry wakes up." She then left, closing the door behind her and left me and Harry alone.

I took in his form. He looked a little paler than usual, but was breathing normally, with the help of the tubing under his nose that provided him oxygen. He had a cut on his forehead that was currently covered with a bandage, along with a white cast that went up to his knee on his right leg.

I was kicking myself for not noticing Harry's symptoms. I was a terrible boyfriend and I just brushed off his fainting episode the other night as him just being tired and overworked. I guess it was partly true, but how did I not notice?

I waited about 30 minutes, when the nurse came back and checked on Harry and right after she left I took hold of Harry's hand and rested my head on the edge of my bed. I hadn't noticed the squeezing of my hand, until Harry's hand moved slightly.

"Harry?" I asked, looking up at him. His eyes were still closed, but they were fluttering and he took a deep breath and eventually opened his eyes. He was definitely slightly confused, but I took the mask off his face and kissed him, which seemed to bring him back to reality.

"Lou?" He asked, beginning to tear up. He brought his other hand up to his face and buried his head, as if he were embarrassed.

"Don't cry love. It's okay." I said, trying to peel his other hand away from his face, but he wouldn't let me. "Stop. Please just let me. It's okay."

"I'm sorry." He said finally letting me take his other hand as he began full on sobbing as I pulled him gently into a hug.

"It's okay love. I'm not mad. I'm just glad you aren't hurt. It's just." I sighed. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, pulling away from our hug, but keeping his hands in mine.

"I wanted to, I really did." He said, calming down a little. "I just didn't know how. And I was scared." I nodded to assure him that I was listening. "I didn't want to have to rely on you or anyone for rides to places I wanted to go. Also I didn't want you worrying about me all the time and have it affect your life or your work because you were constantly worried about me. It's not your fault, but that's who you are and I know you were going to be like that, but I didn't want it to be that way. I want to have a normal life, but this accident changed my perspective a little and I guess now I'm glad you know."

"Look Haz. I understand your concerns and yes this disorder will make you have to live a little bit differently, but we would work it out. We always do." He smiled at that. "The doctor said that with medication, it can help it not come on so suddenly and give you warning signs for when it does come, so it could allow you to drive again."

"I know. The doctor told me, but I don't want to have to rely on medication to have somewhat of a normal lifestyle." He said, frowning again.

"Harry it's okay to have to rely on help. People do it all the time and nobody is perfect. Taking medication won't change your personality or whether you love me or not. It will help treat or maintain your disorder and help you live that life that you want. Remember when I was diagnosed with depression and I didn't want to take medicine because I thought I could make myself happy, when in reality I was just making myself miserable because I was pretending to be someone I wasn't. The medication helped dramatically and I don't have to think about pretending to be happy. I can just be happy. And I think for your situation, the medication will help you go back to your somewhat normal life that you are looking for. Please I think it'll be good for you." I was crying now and he wiped the tears that fell from my cheek with the pad of his thumb and he nodded.

"I will. I'll tell the doctor and tell him I want the medication. I want to get better, but please promise that you'll try not to worry about me all the time. I don't want to be treated differently because of this. That's what I was afraid of."

"Of course baby. I would never treat you differently. And I'll try not to worry, but for at least a few weeks, let me drive so you don't get hurt again, okay? Let's let the medicine start working first and then we will see about driving. Deal?" He nodded and smiled, as we kissed again. "I have to get the nurse now, as she told me to get her when you woke up." He nodded and I pressed the button on the wall labeled nurse.