"what the actual fuck?!" louis screams from his place in the hospital bed.

jay looks at her son with sympathy. she's actually really worried about her boy, talking nonsense about one direction, especially about an imaginative boy named harry.

"honey, please calm down," jay speaks softly, touching louis' arm in an attempt to comfort the disturbed boy.

"no!" louis screams and breaks down for the fifth time in the past six hours. "i want harry," louis sobs, "bring me to harry!"

jay sighs tiredly. "baby, there's no harry, but—"

louis then thrashes his arm, ripping the IV out of his arm. jay's eyes widen at the sight of her son's blood oozing out of his arm. "nurse!" she screams, and runs out the door, screaming for help.

two doctors run to the distressed boy, and jay looks away.

-

"the reason i left," harry began, "was because i am not good enough for you."

louis looked at harry in disbelief, "are you fucking kidding me haz? you're the best thing that i've ever had!"

harry shook his head, "you don't understand," he sighed, "i love you so much, and i'm not good enough for you. i mean look at you-"

"look at me?! look at you, goddammit! you're so fit, and your eyes are so so beautiful. i love the freckles across your nose, i love when you break out, i love those damn old boots you always fucking wear, i love your horrendous jokes, i love your laugh, i love-"

"i'm not good enough! i lost my abs, i'm too lanky, my laugh is annoying, i hate my freckles, my hair is greasy-"

louis shut him up with a scream. "harry edward styles! you are beautiful inside and out!

harry sighed. "i'm sorry, lou. i love you, and i wanted to give you your best shot."

louis shook his head. "i don't wanna talk about this anymore. just cuddle me."

harry looks at louis and stands up. "no," he says and louis looks at him with a pained look. 

harry then starts laughing, almost mocking him.

"i'm not real you idiot,"

louis' eyes fly open, the light blinding him. "fuck," he whispers to himself, almost defeatedly. if it was just a dream, then why can't he forget?

and how could it be a dream when everything felt so...real?

the touches, the pain in his chest, the fans, the boys, harry.

all the people he met along the way, how could've that been just his subconscious? nobody is that creative to draw out four years of their life.

right?

"louis!" jay exclaims, running to the bedside, "you're awake, baby,"

louis sighs sadly and he feels tears filling up his eyes. it couldn't have been a dream...

"mum, you don't believe me, right?" louis asks, almost breaking down again, "everything, about harry, about me being in a band, you don't believe me."

jay looks at her son sadly, because she doesn't believe it was real. she just believes it was his dream in the coma, but all she knows is it brought him not only happiness and joy, but great pain and discomfort.

"baby, i'm sorry—"

"it's okay," louis interrupts, "never believe the sick boy,"

jay sighs exasperated, "no, baby, it's just you were in a coma,"

"whatever, mum," louis says rudely before closing his eyes again, "let me sleep, maybe i'll dream about harry because apparently he is just a dream,"

jay shakes her head, "sweet dreams," she whispers before walking over to the chairs alongside the wall, and settling into one. "you'll meet your harry," jay whispers before dozing off.

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and it begins :~)

I'm so excited for this book!!!!