Chapter 9

NIALL'S P.O.V:

Harry kissed me more, sucking on my bottom lip. The door knocked.

"Haz..." I mumbled, not really wanting to stop. More knocks, this time sounding more urgent. "Babe..." I moaned, finding his back pocket. He stopped my hand and took me by the collar, not gripping it too hard but enough to get a firm grip and dragged our bodies to the door. He slapped one more wet one on my lips before pulling away and opening the door to a shivering Lou, who only had on a tank, shorts, and flip flops on in the odd, cold, weather. "Lou!" I exclaimed, not bothering to say hi and dragged him to the couch. "Haz, babe, can you get him some blankets." Harry nodded and rushed to get Louis some blankets and clothes. 

"N-Niall..." Lou stuttered. I rubbed his arms, trying to bring up his body temperature. He was bloody freezing. His lips were even a tiny tinted blue. "W-Where-"

"No, shh, Boo." Louis started shaking. Where the fuck is Harry?! "Haz! Hustle!" I yelled. Soon Harry came bustling in with loads of blankets and oversized clothes. I ripped off Lou's tank and put one of Harry's long-sleeved shirts over his head, then managed to put a sweatshirt on him. Harry started with Lou's pants and managed to shrug up some sweatpants. I dashed to the kitchen and fixed a quick cup of hot cocoa. I rushed back over and made Louis drink it, ignoring his comments about him being OK when he clearly wasn't.

"Louis, mate, what the hell happened to you?" Harry said, clearly worried even though he was supposed to be mad at him. Harry found my hand so that Louis couldn't see and squeezed it with all his might. Damn he was strong. I about thought that he was going to break my fingers. He let go when Louis opened his mouth.

"I-I...was m-mad at my-myself f-f-for r-ruining our f-friendship." Louis managed to stutter out. Harry enveloped him in a huge bear hug. Tears fell down Harry's face. Louis hugged him harder and I sat there watching every second, not even mad. 

"Lou...Thank God you still talk to me." Harry said through tears. "Thank God." he whispered.

"A-And one m-more thing." Louis said after the embrace was over. 

"Ya lad?" I asked.

"Liam and I, w-we're t-together." he stated finally, smiling like a fool. I laughed, so amazed at how Louis' mood changed.

"Great going, Lou!" Harry exclaimed. I noticed Louis' lips getting bluer. Harry noticed, too. "Niall. Get the thermometer. And my phone." He said, not taking his eyes off of Louis' lips. Louis started getting weary and tired. I grabbed the thermo and tossed Harry his phone. He dialed up a group call and group called Liam and Zayn. "Get your arses over here. Stat." he said, watching me putting the thermo under Louis' tongue.

"Ok! We're on our way!" Zayn called, then the line ended. Not 2 minutes later, they burst through Harry's door and came to the den, slamming the door behind them. 

"Damn." I said, looking at the thermo.

"What?!" Harry, Liam, and Zayn said in unison.

"We need to get him to an ER. And fast." I said, throwing my jacket and beanie on, and struggling to get Louis to his feet. We had an extra van at Harry's house, so I grabbed the keys and walked with Louis to the garage to get it. I turned the car on and got Louis situated in the back. Liam and Zayn crawled in and sat down beside him, wrapping him in more blankets and putting their arms around him, making sure he stayed awake long enough to get him to the hospital. Harry climbed in the drivers side and started the car, full heat on. It got hot quick, and Harry sped off to the hospital.

"What was the temp?" he asked, only loud enough for me to hear. 

I sighed. "92.3°" I said back in an equal volume. Harry's face went pale. I looked at the temp outside: 49°. Damn. It was cold. Too cold for tanks and joggers.We pulled into the parking lot and Liam and Zayn were already half carrying/half walking Louis out the door and inside. I got out of the van and dashed after them with Harry on my heels, walking in front of the group to get people to move. "Nurse! We need a nurse over here!" I shouted. Almost instantly, 10 nurses rushed over. Louis was out like a light. 

"What's wrong?" One of them asked.

"Hypothermia. 92.3°. Shivering. Help!" Harry and I said in unison. The nurses were surprised by our unison, but got stretchers to put Louis on and led us to a very hot room. They unwrapped Louis and took his temp again.

"95.6°F!" A brunette nurse said. The one who talked to us earlier put that down. I looked over at Louis; his lips weren't as blue anymore. Thank God. Liam was silently crying but not saying anything, trying to take charge of the group and be strong. Zayn patted his back. 

"I know, Li, your boy's gonna be all right. I promise." Zayn said comfortingly. Liam nodded and started crying harder. Zayn patted his back and put a hand on his shoulder. 

"L-Louis..." he whimpered quietly, longingly looking at his boyfriend. Suddenly, a stroke of luck came: Louis' eyes fluttered open.

"L-Li..." he said hoarsely, reaching out a frail hand. Liam rushed over and took it, apologizing for nothing. The nurse took Louis' temperature again.

"96.8! 98.9! 98.7!" the brunette nurse said, watching the temp in Louis' mouth. Then Louis got a jolt of unexpected energy.

"What the bloody hell..." he said, looking around him. Liam smiled widely and beamed at Louis. 

"Clear! Sir, we're going to need you to stay for a few more hours to make sure you're all right. And, if you need anything..." the nurse slipped him a piece of paper.

"Sorry, miss, I'll stay, but when I leave, I have a date with my boyfriend after I get out of this bloody place." Louis said, handing back the piece of paper.

"I'm a huge fan, ya know. Just, one kiss?" The nurse asked. 

"I'll do it!" Harry squeaked. I knew he was trying to get Louis out of an awkward situation. The nurse seemed to almost faint. I held back a chuckle. He strutted over to her and placed a kiss on her cheek. She blushed deeply and scurried out of the room. 

"Nice going, lad." I said, patting his shoulder when he sat back down, trying not to laugh but failing. Zayn was laughing his head off, as well as Liam and Louis. 

"Trust me, I much rather would've NOT done that." He said, getting up to close the door so that no one could hear us. The blind flapped down and he came back over. "I would've done this." he said, kissing me deeply.

"OOH YOU GET HIM, BOY! WORK IT BABY!" Louis said, being his usual sassy self. The boys howled with laughter leaving me wanting revenge. 

"Pitiful kiss." I remarked, casually pulling out my iPhone to play Cut the Rope. 

"Pitiful?!" Harry said. I nodded, swiping my fingers across the screen. He took my phone, placed it on the table beside us, and pinned me down to the floor, straddling me. Perfect. I kneed him in the crotch. Not to hard, but enough to stun him. He fell over, making the rest of the boys laugh harder, looking at Harry curled up in a ball holding his crotch. When he regained his breath he said, "Your gonna regret that later, Leprechaun."

"Oh, I'm sure I will." I retorted, taking my phone and walking back to my chair. Sure enough, 3 hours later when Louis was back to normal, we were released. I sauntered over to the car behind the lads when Harry backtracked to me. "What's up?" I asked nonchalantly, but actually scared out of my wits thinking about what Haz would do to get me back. 

"I'll get you back, but it won't hurt. Promise." He said. I nodded, not any less scared. We drove to Zayn's flat and dropped the other 3 boys off. "See ya tomorrow lads!" Haz called. Liam waved and Zayn took them both inside, Louis getting fitted by Liam, who was worried as shit after that ER visit. 

"Ni. Don't worry. I'm not gonna get you back. I was only kidding." Haz finally spoke up.

"I know. But it doesn't always comfort me even when you say you won't." I replied. Harry stopped the car in an abandoned lot. He took off his shirt and threw it in the back, revealing his abs and tattoos. I looked at his lips and kissed the gently. He pulled back and held my hand. 

"I'd never hurt you purposely. Ever, you understand?" He said sternly. I nodded, taking off my shirt as well and turning the air down a little bit. I held his hand the whole way back to his flat and walked inside holding his hand as we went upstairs to the bedroom. I took off my sweatpants and crawled under the covers. Harry got in behind me. I flipped over so that we were facing each other, our faces inches apart.

"I lover you, HarBear." I yawned.

"I love you, Ni Boo." Harry yawned back. I snuggled closer to him and held him close. He kissed the top of my head and hummed "Isn't She Lovely" softly. Before I fell asleep, I heard him say, "You're all I've ever wanted."

Aww. Cheesy ending to a cheesy story. Please comment what you think! I'm think of writing a Larry fanfic after this one finishes, but I need title ideas. Thanks for reading!