Louis rushes over to Gemma, who is standing there with tears in her eyes. He reaches to grab onto her arms, making sure his grip is not too tight. Louis just needs something to ground him right now ,and Gemma is the best thing for that. "What happened?" Louis immediately questions her, panic written all over Louis' worried eyes. Gemma takes a step back from Louis in losing his grip and takes in a deep breath. Her watery eyes look all around the room, meeting each of the other lad's until finally settling on Louis' again.

"It was just a scare, but um-" She pauses for a moment before completely breaking down on Louis' shoulder. Louis pulls her in closer and rubs a hand on her back, doing his best to calm her down without trying to externally freak her out with how worried he is. By her reaction, Louis is terrified as to know what is going on with Harry.

"What Gems?" Louis asks softly while his heart beats so fast it honestly feels as if it is about to burst from his chest.

"Okay, well his heart it uh- it stopped," she stutters with a broken sob, burying her head into her hands to hide her cries.

Louis' eyes widen right away as his own heart stops and his legs giving out like jello. The air around him suddenly sounds like white noise, and Louis didn't realize his legs gave out until his bum hits the floor with a thud. Louis stares straight at the wall across him as he fish mouths for more air. Louis hears people speaking above him, but he can't seem to focus on anything right now. Louis feels frozen and unmoved. Until Louis feels arms wrap underneath his own and being pulled up by Liam and Zayn.

"Louis. Louis," is on repeat from everyone around him, but Louis still feels in shock as he tries to say something with no words coming out. It takes a soft slap to Louis' face to finally get him out of his trance. Louis blinks his eyes briefly as he looks to see Gemma standing in front of him with Liam and Zayn on each side of Louis' arm.

"Louis, look at me," She demands, grabbing Louis' face and straightening his head to meet her eyes. "They got the electric shocks, and his heart immediately started beating again. He's back on life support, okay? He can do this."

Louis shakes his head rapidly as his eyes completely fill up with tears and run down the sides of his face. He continues to look straight ahead without meeting anyone's eyes. "His heart st-stopped," Louis stutters nervously, "His heart st-stopped."

"Louis, please," Gemma whines pitifully. She grabs Louis' face again tighter, and his eyes finally snap to hers.

"Why? Why did they even take him off it at first?" Louis asks frantically. He pulls his face back and takes a step away from her while running his fingers through his fringe.

"At first he responded positively to the test, and he was able to go a few days with breathing on his own," she starts, then she sighs defeatedly as she shakes her head in disbelief, "But then the pressure in his brain altered, and it caused his breathing to collapse."

Louis wipes his eyes hastily with the back of his hands before running them down the sides of his face, Please just, let me see him," Louis begs tiredly, seeing her bite the bottom of her lip before he brushes past her to head to Harry's room.

.•.•.Flashback.•.•.

Harry paces back and forth in his room frustrated, checking his phone every five seconds. Him and Louis have not been the same these past few months since Louis' football team at Uni started up season. Harry just has to finish this final year at sixth form before he heads off to Uni to be with Louis. Then he and Louis can finally live in the same city and in the same flat. But how the hell are they supposed to make it that far when Louis' stopped talking to Harry?

Louis' messages have shorten and his calls are almost nonexistent. It's hurting Harry. Hurting Harry more than he can ever imagine. The most their conversations lead to them arguing. And it's always the same thing on how Harry apparently 'doesn't trust Louis,' and how Louis' 'in college now, things are different.' They 've been together for about three years now, and all of a sudden it's like they can't even properly communicate with one another anymore. Something that has never been a problem in their relationship considering Louis' lived in Doncaster and Harry in Cheshire.

Harry gets it though, Louis is at a University now. He has older friends. He has football. He's living life at party and clubs, but Harry doesn't see why Louis can't ever take a few minutes to catch up with him. Louis ignores Harry's messages half the time, or he usually replies hours later with short words. When Harry complains to him about it, it is always, 'I was busy, Harry'. But when the roles are reversed, Louis gets annoyed at Harry whenever he doesn't reply quick enough. It's like Louis gets the card to reply hours after a message, and Harry doesn't. Louis calls it the 'double standard' that he thinks Harry holds over him.

It's been so frustrating for Harry. Louis' being an asshole now because his friends are assholes. And the worst thing is that they are all single while Louis' the only one in a relationship. So they have a bad influence over him that is frustrating. Louis started drinking more alcohol and going out to more parties. And his friends are all pot heads so Louis' taken upon smoking cigarettes and weed. All these lead to him having bad attitude and picking fights with Harry until Harry can't take it anymore which results in Harry crying and ignoring his calls.

But Harry's the one that always gets blamed for these arguments and for his own crying. Louis always says Harry does it to himself. Louis says he's a 20 year old college man who doesn't need his 18 year old sixth form boyfriend telling him what to do. I t drives Harry insane when he pulls that card on him. Harry only ever wants what's best for Louis, he's not trying to control anything Louis does. Only thing he tries to control is the way Louis treats him horribly, but in the end it's Harry who is at fault.

Trust. It's what Louis always says. That Harry needs to trust him. But Louis makes it so hard for Harry when he's always out partying with his friends that love to drink and have sex with random people. It's hard to trust him whenever Louis gives Harry vague answers on what he does for his nights out with Louis' friends posting statuses about their wild nights.

Ouch.

It's like a massive stab to the heart when Harry thinks about all of this. Sending a brief hesitation in his body that makes it feel as if he's momentarily dead without being able to move.

"Niall, what if- what if he's done with me?" Harry asks sporadically, stopping his pacing to look at Niall, "I'm still in sixth form, you know? Like what if he found a better person to be with? Someone older than me. Someone he isn't embarrassed to be seen with. Someone who doesn't constantly nag with him about every little thing he does wrong?" Harry bites his lip as he snatches the Minnie Mouse off the floor from when he threw it across the room. He clutches it tight to his chest as he sits himself next to Niall. He tries to calm himself down with deep breaths, suddenly feeling his eyes begin to water, "I text him every night and he hardly replies to me."

Ouch, again.

The same pain Harry feels in my heart is now dispersing throughout his upper body. He holds his hand up to his chest, internally groaning at how painful the stabbing feeling is.

Niall pats his hand on Harry's knee, causing his gaze to shift to Niall's as Niall says, "Haz, he's at Uni now. He's more busy now than in sixth form. He's taking classes and playing footie, probably a lot to handle right now."

Harry rolls his eyes and tosses his hands in the air, "But a simple text though," Harry whines, trying to defend himself. He feels like he has a valid reason to be upset and worried. Him and Louis never fight. Like ever. Three years together, and all of a sudden it's like the fighting will not stop. It's been going on for about four months straight.

Ouch.

That same pain keeps coming to Harry's heart. Stabbing. Shocking. Dispersing all over his body and lighting a certain kind of spark inside Harry. It makes Harry's body still every moment it shoots through him, then leaving him shaking with shivers.

"It's probably not on purpose, H," Niall tries to reason.

Harry leans his head on to the Minnie, breathing the object in and letting out a muffled scream, "We used to Skype at least once a week. Long distance has never been a problem, but now it is. Even his first year we managed just perfectly." Harry complains, "And every time we talk, it always ends in an argument. I'm miserable, and I know that every time we talk I just make him...not happy."

Niall sighs as he leans his head on top of Harry's, patting his knee gently, "Well, call him again. Try not to argue. Be reasonable with him. Don't head into the conversation with something to complain about. Maybe start with an I miss you or an I love you?"

Harry sighs as he realizes this not a bad idea. He guesses every time he did call Louis it was to nag about how irresponsible he was being, or the lack of communication they had. They haven't even as much said I love you to each other since their fighting started. So maybe this can be a good start for them. Harry blows out a raspberry while he pulls his phone from his pocket, dialing Louis' number. It takes a couple rings which makes Harry's stomach churn in butterflies, but finally Louis answers.

"Louis!" Harry gasp with a small small when Louis answers the call. Harry did not think he would actually answer since it is so late at night.

"Ah, my ba-baby," Louis slurs out in a drunk haze. This causes Harry to frown right away when he hears the loud music in the background and the drunk sound in Louis' voice. Harry tries not to get upset, but it is a Wednesday night and Louis is out late and drinking. This is not normal for him.

"Are you drunk?" Harry asks sternly, no trace of amusement anywhere in his tone. Niall rolls his eyes at Harry which causes Harry to push his shoulders away .

"Yeah," Louis burps lamely, causing Harry to scrunch his face in disgust, "No, we won our title today. First place baby. Scored 3 goals, of course I did. I'm a badass. You weren't there so you wouldn't have known, but it doesn't matter because WE WON!"

Harry scoffs loudly and clenches the phone tighter in his hold. He's frowning as he looks up into the mirror across from his bed and grits his teeth together, "You didn't even tell me that your championship game was today. If you would've called me, then I would've came." Niall sighs as he falls back on the bed. Harry can feel Niall's eyes trained on his face, and Harry can feel his own eyes water with more tears. Harry hates feeling like this. Like he's lost Louis. Louis' new friends have tainted him with drugs and alcohol, and it's like Harry has no idea who Louis is anymore.

The phone suddenly fades out to lots of laughter, and Louis quickly yelling out shots to people. Harry's anger continues to grow as Louis ignores him for the moment just to take a few more drinks with his friends. The laughter then fades out as Harry assumes Louis putting the phone back to his ear to block some of the background noise. "Oh don't worry, sunshine, the only championship sex I'll have tonight is with my hand," he then says bitterly, causing Harry's breath to get stuck in his throat, "You're not here to do it for me. Maybe tell a knock knock joke for old times' sake?"

There is the familiar pang again to Harry's heart. It feels like a shock this time, spreading from his heart all the way down to his toe. It makes Harry jump a little at the sudden jolt, and he quickly places a hand on his chest as he takes short, deep breaths. He feels a lump in his throat and tears streaming down his face. Louis has always been one for teasing, but now he is straight up making fun of Harry. He's using one of the most precious and scariest moments Harry has shared with him, and is turning it in to an insult.

"You're being a dick to me," Harry cries out, scoffing to himself as he tries to wipe the tears away fast.

The background noise starts to get loud again, and Harry hears some shuffling on the other line. Harry can faintly hear Louis cussing in the background causing Harry to frown at a new voice speaking in to the phone, "Hey leave the boy alone. He's getting laid tonight, and he doesn't need his pet cock blocking him."

The mystery man starts laughing on the line, and Harry can hear Louis telling him to 'shut the fuck up', but Harry didn't care. He can still hear the lingering sounds of the man telling Louis to 'be free from the leash he has you on,' and other completely degrading and hurtful words about Harry. Louis isn't saying much but cussing him out, and Harry breaks down in sobs at the fact Louis is not defending him whatsoever. Louis used to always attack anyone who would say anything wrong to Harry. Whether with words or with his fist, he used to defend Harry to no ends. Niall looks over at Harry and gives him a sympathetic look. He places a hand on Harry's back and rubs his spine in a soothing manner.

"Baby? Harry?" Louis questions frantically through the line.

Harry closes his eyes briefly and lets out a few more sobs before clutching one hand in the Minnie and standing up abruptly, "Louis Tomlinson, you are an asshole. I'm tired of you treating me like shit and spending every hour of the day drinking or smoking. You are a completely different person now with your new friends, and I cannot keep doing this anymore if you will not spend at least a few minutes talking to your fucking boyfriend and treating me like one. God dammit, Louis." He ends up chunking the Minnie across the room with Harry's heavy breaths filling up the silence around them. Harry feels Niall stand up as well as he puts his hand on my Harry's again. Harry stares at himself in the mirror and continues to scrunch his face up at how horrendous he looks from crying.

"Wait, Harry just calm down," Louis pleads desperately as the background noise begins to fade out, "Just listen-"

"No you listen" Harry snaps, "You have been a dick to me. You never have time to Skype me or simply give me a call anymore because most of your time is spent at parties or at clubs. I'm supposed to be moving in with you once I graduate, but I really don't want to anymore if all you do is drink and smoke." Harry pulls his face away from the mirror and goes back to pacing the room, briefly looking up to see Niall's eyes scanning his face, "You completely ignore me when I try to talk to you. And you hang out with people who try to get you laid when you have a boyfriend who misses the fuck out of you. Not only that, you let them talk shit about me. You don't even say anything or defend me. You just let them say degrading things about me all the time."

Harry can hear Louis' breath stutter as he takes his own deep breath to calm himself down. Harry goes back to sitting on the edge of the bed and looks down at his shoes, "I can't be with you anymore, Louis. Not if you're going to act like this because it hurts like fuck to know that things between us aren't the same. This isn't the Louis I fell in love with, and this isn't the one I want to be with."

"Wait, Harry stop," Harry hears Louis frantically say. He faintly hears Louis cussing out someone as he stumbles around on the other line, but Harry's mind and heart is already set on this.

"I-I'm sorry, Louis," Harry whispers, sobbing quietly to himself, "But I'm breaking up with you." Harry doesn't have time to hear Louis' reply because he clicks the phone off right away. Harry closes his eyes and lets out a loud scream while he throws his phone across the room. He buries his head in his hands and completely breaks down. He feels the bed dip beside me, and Niall wraps his arms around Harry and pulls him close to his body. Harry feels the world completely stop around him as his heart stutters a bit from its steady beating.

That's when Harry notices that Niall's hands are suddenly stiff, and his body is lifeless next to his. Harry shakes his head and cries harder, clutching his heart to make this painful feeling stop.

"Hi, baby."

The pain Harry feels in his heart stops suddenly, and his whole body warms up in comfort. Harry shoots his head up from his hands and looks around to see where the voice came from. "Don't call me that," Harry yells up to the ceiling, a frown on his face as his body continues to flow with the sound of Louis' voice.

The room starts to change again into the blackness. Harry lets out a deep sigh as he surveys the area around and notices that he is completely alone. No Niall. And definitely no Louis. Harry just all alone with a truly broken heart.

"I love you, sweetheart. You know that right?"

Those three words feel so foreign to Harry, but the way they roll off Louis' tongue make his veins bubble with warmth. Harry sits down on the ground and crosses his arms over his chest, shaking my head in disbelief. "No you don't," He yells out. Because these words used to be something he heard all the time, and now it's weird hearing them since it has been forever.

"Your heart had a little accident. Kind of stopped working for a bit. Scared the shit out of me, actually."

Harry bites his lip while pressing a hand to his chest. The soft thump is slow, and it makes his head a little dizzy, but he frowns as he continues to feel his body react positively to Louis' voice. "That's because you ripped it out my chest," Harry concludes, feeling another shock run through his system, "You didn't care about me, and it hurt like hell that you didn't fight for me after I ended the call. Felt like I was going to die. I feel like I'm dying"

"But I told you once before that I'm not giving up on you, right? I'm with you until the end. Forever and always, yeah?"

Harry's heart starts to thump a little faster and he smiles at the memory. An electric shock runs through his body again, and suddenly he feels alive and better, "I do remember. You came to me about a month after our break up, completely clean from the booze and smoking," Harry reminisces, "You looked miserable, but it made me feel better because it lead me to believe you needed me just as much as I need you. I remembering you telling me,"

"A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and a man cannot live without love. Please don't make me live without you."