"I’m fine let me go!"

"Sir, please calm down! We just want to clean your wounds!"

"Let me go!"

20 minutes earlier

"L-louis-s, H-harry-y-y wa-s-s s-stabbed." Niall sobbed into the phone. He tried to ride in the ambulance with Harry, but they wouldn't let him.

"What?! Where are you?!" He demanded.

Niall told him where, and Louis said he would be there shortly.

30 minutes later.

"Niall calm down. He'll be alright." Liam tried to relax him. He was rubbing circles on his back, and whispering reassuring words in his ear. They all were stress; all were a mess.

The doctor hadn't been out yet, and they all were freaking out.

Niall watched an officer talk with the nurse before he walked towards the group.

"Which of you is Niall Horan?" The officer asked.

Niall slowly stood up, "I want to get your side of the story until Mr. Styles can tell me."

Niall nodded, before launching into everything that happened. He didn't leave out a single detail. From the head bashing, to the nasty words that were shouted in his ear. The officer took notes; Niall could see the pity in his eyes.

He didn't want pity; he wanted his boyfriend.

--

Finally after 3 long hours, the doctor walked out.

"How is he?" Liam was the first to ask.

The doctor scanned each boys face before speaking, "Well, he's lucky to be alive. Any later and we wouldn't have been able to save him. He lost a lot of blood, but he will be fine. We gave him something to knock him out, but we'll let you know when he awakes."

"When can we see him?" Zayn asked.

"Tomorrow morning. You boys should go home, and get some sleep." The doctor smiled, before going back down the hall he just came through.

Tears still streamed down their face, but they could feel a weight being lift of their chest. He was going to be okay.

--

"It's my fault." Niall mumbled.

"What did you say?" Louis asked from the drivers’ seat.

Niall took a glance to Louis, “it’s my fault. If it wasn't for me none of this would happened. If caused you guys nothing but pain."

The boys scoffed; "are you kidding, Niall? You haven't caused us pain. It was that crazy bitch; excuse my language, Lea and Nathan. None of this was your fault." Liam said.

But Niall couldn't help but think of what tomorrow will bring.

--

Niall curled into a ball in the couch corner. He hadn’t stopped crying since this afternoon. It was only 5, but the other boys had gone to take a nap. He tried, but it wasn’t working. His mind was clouded with thoughts. He didn’t like the thoughts; they wouldn’t go away.

The image of Harry laying on the ground; covered in blood, and slowly turning pale wouldn’t leave his mind. He caused this. It was his fault. He didn’t care what his friends thought. If he never came into their life, they wouldn’t have a drama filled life.

--

“Niall, Niall wake up.” Niall sat up in a brink; his face felt weird, probably from falling asleep crying. He doesn’t remember falling asleep though.

“What time is it?” He yawned. His voice was croaky, and he had to clear it a few times.

“Its 8 in the morning. Visiting hours open in 15 minutes. Go get ready, and then we’ll head down to the hospital.” Liam spoke softly to him.

He nodded, and slowly made his way to the bathroom. He took a quick shower, only washing his hair and face, before making his way out and throwing on some of Zayn’s clothes again.

“Let’s go.” He breathed; seeing the boys sitting on the couch waiting for him.

--

“Hi, we’re here for Harry Styles. Is he awake?” Liam spoke to the girl at the counter. She held up a finger, before typing something on the computer. She frowned, and slowly took her eyes off the computer and to the 4 boys who looked exhausted.

“I’m sorry, but he hasn’t awoken yet. He is in room 350 if you would like to see him.” She spoke; sounding sorry.

The boys felt disappointment flood through them, but they made their way to his room. They didn’t speak to each other; they didn’t even utter a word to anyone. The only sound was their breathing, and the sound of their shoes hitting the floor.

They each stepped in, and weren’t surprised when the doctor was in there. The doctor looked up from his clipboard. “Hello boys. We met yesterday, but I never got to introduce myself. I am Dr. Miller.”

The boys nodded, and looked at their sleeping friend. “Why isn’t he awake yet?” Louis found himself asking.

The doctor sighed; stepping back to give the boys room around their friend. “It seems he has fallen into a mini coma.”

The boys gave him a confused look, and he continued. “A mini coma only lasts a few hours, sometimes a few days. The knife was close to his kidney, and he had internal bleeding. Like I said, he is very lucky to be alive. I expect him to be awake today, or even tomorrow.” 

The boys nodded in understanding. Niall felt tears prick at his eyes, and he had to turn away. The doctor left to give them time alone; each boy walked over to Harry. Louis grabbed Niall from the side, and held him close.

Niall couldn’t hold it in anymore; tears ran down his face. He buried his face into Louis’s chest; he held him close. Tears ran down his own face.

The doors opened, but nobody turned their heads. They heard a sigh, and footsteps getting closer.

Liam shot his head up, and more tears fell from his eyes. “Anne, how are you doing?” He brought her into a hug; pulled away but kept his arm around her.

She shook her head, and laid her head on his chest. “I’m scared. I can’t believe this happened.”

Niall felt even guiltier. Not was he only causing his friend pain, but Harry’s family as well.

--

The next morning the boys woke up from the phone ringing. Zayn was the first to answer, and he was on for 2 minutes. “Thank you, Doctor.” He hung up, and grinned.

“He’s awake!” Zayn shouted. The boys shot up, and threw on the first piece of clothing they seen. They were out of the door 5 minutes after the phone call.

When they got to the hospital, they basically ran. Well tried to at least. The hospital was packed, and it was hard to run past people without hurting them. Niall made it to the door first, but stopped when he seen Harry’s family in there. The boys came to a halt beside him.

“Let’s give them some privacy.” Liam suggested. The boys nodded, and waited outside the door until his family walked out. Anne smiled at them, and made her way out.

“Niall, why don’t you go in first?” Louis suggested; the boys nodded. Niall took in a deep breath before stepping in, and letting the door close behind him.

Harry’s head snapped up, and he gasped; “Niall.” He reached his hand out, and Niall slowly took it in his hand.

They stared at each other; no words were spoken between the boys.

“Harry…” Niall sighed. Harry hummed, letting him know to continue.

“It’s my fault you’re in here.” Niall looked down at their hands. He watched Harry’s hand leave his, and up to his face. He brought Niall’s head up, and held it there. “No, you aren’t. You had nothing to do with this.”

Niall quickly protested; “It is my fault. I should have never let you in my drama life. My life is a mess, and you only got hurt. I’ve hurt everyone around me.”

“Nia-“

“It’s true Harry.” Niall backed away; watching Harry’s hand fall back to his side. “They never caught Nathan, he’s still out there. That means he can come back anytime, and Josh will be back one day. You’ve even said that.”

“Please don’t leave me.” Harry whispered; his voice raw. “I need you. Please Niall, please don’t leave me.” He begged, on the verge of tears.

Niall slowly backed away, his own tears falling. “I think it would be best if I left. Not just you, or the boys, but town. I need to get away; it’s to save everyone around me. If you stick around me, you’ll only get hurt.”

Harry quickly shook his head, he wanted to argue, he wanted to get on his knees and beg. Niall slowly turned away, and reached out for the door. “I’m sorry.” He whispered over his shoulder.

Tears fell from both the boys, and Harry wanted to call Niall back in. This wasn’t his fault.

“I love you.” Harry whispered, but Niall was already gone.

Niall stopped when he got outside of the hospital, and turned to look at his window.

“I love you.” 

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