Soft Spot

19

Louis's POV:

"Liam please, there is literally no benefit of being here anymore," I whine to the man as Harry helps me back onto the bed after using the restroom.

It's been a few weeks of me staying in this godforsaken hospital, though it in all seriousness feels like a lifetime. A miserable lifetime for that matter.

"Louis I said you made progress, I didn't say you are healthy," Liam says, not taking any of my shit.

"You said that there wasn't a single one of my injuries that hasn't begun healing properly. I'm walking again after the surgery, even though you all refuse to stop carrying me everywhere. Plus I'm barely even in pain anymore. I don't need to be here" I argue back.

It is not like me to fight with Liam, but I am seriously going stir crazy in here. I feel trapped in this place.

"I said no Louis. Maybe in a few weeks but you are safer here where I can take care of you." He says.

I find myself getting frustrated at his words. I want to just get up and get away from him right now but I can't even get up without help, which just makes me even madder.

"That's not fair, you're not listening to me," I say, getting fairly upset.

I can tell that both Edward and Harry are biting their tongues from where they are sitting as they just watch the conversation unfold.

"I am listening to you Louis, I just want what's best for you. Now I'm done arguing about your health, when I clear you is when you go home. And that's final." Liam says before setting his clipboard down angrily.

I swing my non-hurt leg over the edge of the bed, using all my strength to force myself onto my legs as I grab the crutches.

All three boys gather around me.

"Woah Woah Woah little one, where do you think you're going?" Harry says, trying to ease me down but I just shake my head up and try to stay on my legs.

"I don't want to be here anymore," I state the obvious and begin to assist myself with the crutches to take slow steps out of the room.

It hurts like hell but staying in that room any longer is simply not an option. 

They all are swarming around me trying to stop me or slow me down.

"Just give me some space please," I say, trying to get them off of me.

They all have a hand on me trying to get me to get back into the bed but I push them all off and get out into the hallway. They still follow behind me but I can tell my words have set them back ever so slightly.

I know I won't get far, walking at this pace with no help is more than painful but something in my mind is rationalizing this.

It's not long before I am collapsing in the middle of the hallway, all eyes on me as I fall backward. I feel Harry's arms grab me before I hit the ground.

"I've got you, darling, I got you." He whispers as he comes down to the floor with me.

But I just begin to break down, sobs raking through my lips as I lean back onto his chest.

"I w-want to go home," I sobbed into him.

I watch the boys head back to the room, giving Harry and me privacy from them, even though we are in a hallway full of people, I don't care.

"Shhhh, I know you do sweetheart. Just relax, I've got you." Harry says, not seeming to give a shit about other people either.

He holds me in a manner that takes all the stress off of my body, as he just whispers sweet nothings into my ear and wipes every single one of the tears that fall out of my eyes.