Should I Know You? -- A One Direction Fan Fiction

10. Boobear's Mind & Harry's Soul

Louis

Eleanor is in a coma. What if she never wakes up? What if she doesn't remember me? What if she does? Will she still love me? Will she still be as crazy as she was?

Everyone's telling me it's going to be alright, but I can't afford to believe that. I also can't be sulking around the lads because it's not fair for them to put up with me. 

Earlier today, paparazzis were circling around the hospital when I left home. After Harry and Chloe's reassuring words I just needed some alone time. But when I saw all the cameras flashing... it took every piece of my self-control not to punch one of them in the jaw. Did they seriously not have one bit of respect for my injured girlfriend?

Being home alone now was much better. I was alone with my thoughts and I could cry without anyone watching. I was glad Harry wasn't here either because as much as I love him, this was too much.

Fuck. My. Life. 

I miss El. Her witty comments, her smile. That just makes me cry even more. 

I need to go back to the hospital. I need to be there when she wakes up. 

If that was all I could do for her, that's what I would do.

Harry

What the hell had I just said?!

I just told Chloe I loved her.

Well, good damn job Harry, way to make the moment awkward.

She sat there looking back into my eyes. 

Her green-brown eyes were amazing. They were cat-like and very seductive. Her gorgeous dirty blonde hair, wind-swept now, covered a bit of her face. Her skin was soft but had a few imperfections. I loved that about her since the day I met her. She was so confident, the way she approached us and gave me her number. Her smile. 

Right now, all I could read in her face was shock. 

"I-I'm sorry." I said, looking down at our hands. She squeezed it. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear, despite the curls.

"I love you." Then, she pecked me on the lips and pulled away while I leaned forward. She put her hand through my hair and then kissed me again. 

"Want to go back to my place?" I said, licking my lips. She nodded, a smile on her lips. 

We called a taxi and Chloe muttered something and sighed. Guess she was as tired of the cabs as I was. I figure I might as well use my car, I've got a license for a reason. 

Before entering the apartment I prayed Louis was not in there. Not only would it be immensely awkward, but it would be the worst thing I could ever do to him. Come into our apartment with my girlfriend whilst his was in a coma? Unacceptable. Shit... what if Louis was there? Oh, fuck, I should've called.

Before going into the apartment, I told Chloe to wait outside.

"Lou?" I called. "Boobear?" Coast is clear. I turn in my heels to call Chloe. She's facing the other way... perfect position for a sneak attack. I scoop her up while she screams, surprised. Then she laughs. Oh my god... I'd never heard her laugh like that. Her laugh is whole-hearted and loud. It reminds me of Niall for a second.

I threw her into the sofa while she giggled. 

"You sound just like Niall." I pointed out. 

"I wish!" she said. "His laugh is perf!"

I plop down into the sofa and she lays her head on my lap. 

"Harry? I want to know how it all started." she says, biting on her lip. 

"What?" I laughed.

"You know, One Direction."

So we laid there the whole night. And I told her about home (Holmes Chapel), about the X Factor, about the Judges' Houses, about being put into a group. About the tour diaries we filmed on the stairs. I showed her some on my laptop and she laughed at Louis and then commented on my intense staring. I told her about "What Makes You Beautiful" and she said that, even though it's the only song she knows from us, it's the one she likes the least. Too bubblegum, sticky-sweet boybandish for her taste. I told her about White Eskimo and she told me she prefers that kind of rock music. I do too, and it gets me thinking that we should expand our music variety for the next album. 

By 2:30 in the morning, she was fast asleep as I stroke her hair. I thought something was going to happen when we came back here... As in, I thought we would end up having sex. It turns out, her laugh and her conversation is all the sex I need. Metaphorically speaking of course, it would still be nice... 

The boys came in a while later and I was woken up by a hungry Niall, looking through our refridgerator. 

"There's some pizza on the countertop." I said.  He gave me a thumbs-up and then sat on the chair beside me. 

"How was your day?" he smiled. 

"Perfect." I mumble. "How's Lou?"

"He's knackered." he said, finishing the pizza. Damn, he's fast. "He's been with Eleanor all day, and he insists that he wants to sleep in the hospital. Even if it's in the waiting room."

"Poor Lou." I said. "Any news on Eleanor?"

"Nope, she's still fast asleep." he whispered, putting it lightly. She wasn't sleeping and we all knew that. "I'm off to bed, Harry, see you tomorrow."

"G'night, mate." 

I lifted Chloe off the sofa and lay her down in my bed. I slipped into the bed with her and wrapped my arm around her waist. She was so different from any girl I'd ever dated. She was the first girl I was literally sleeping with, with no sex. It felt strange. But it felt right. And with those thoughts, and my wishes towards Eleanor and Louis, I fell asleep.

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Did you guys like it? I wanted to give more from Harry's point of view. :) More action coming soon... pumped to write the next few chapters!  xx