Another audio read. You're Not Sorry – Taylor Swift


"No! I can't deal with you right now! I need time to my self to sort this all out." Louis yelled, grabbing his car keys while storming out the door.

"No," Harry called after him. "Wait!"

But it was to late. Louis was already in his car speeding down the road trying to clear his head.

"How could he do this?" Louis screamed but no one was listening. "How could he do this to me?" Tears began to creep into his eyes, blurring his vision. As he reached a hand up to wipe his tears away he felt the wheel begin to shake. He was going to fast.

"ER! Now!"

"What's this mans story?" The doctor asked, walking along the gurney on the way to the operating room.

"Lost control of his car and ran it into a pole. They had to cut him out and he's barely alive. He has massive amounts of internal bleeding and needs a blood transfusion. He also has a punctured lung, 3 broken ribs, and his right leg is broken with a 4-inch gash on his upper thigh." The nurse reported.

"And his name?" the doctor asked.

"Louis Tomlinson."

"Hello?" Harry heard Liam's muffled voice answer the phone in the other room. "He's where!" Harry heard the panic grow in Liam's voice. "Ok, well be there as quick as possible."

"Liam, what's happened? Is everything alright?" Harry said running into the kitchen.

"Its Louis. He went to fast and he…he crashed. He's at St. Helens in the ER right now." Liam explained. "You go ahead, I'll call Niall and Zayn and have them meet us there."

Harry ran for his coat and his keys and sped off towards the hospital as fast as he could.

The boys had all gotten to the hospital and were huddled, silently crying in their friend hospital room.

"I'm sorry but there's nothing more we can do for him. We set his leg and his ribs will heal on their own but, even if he comes out of this coma, he'll still be in a vegetative state the rest of his life." The doctor told the boys.

"But he'll still be alive?" Niall asked.

"Well, yes but he won't be aware of his surroundings. He will only be able to lie there and exist. Even if he is in pain, which he most likely will be, he can't tell us and we can't help him. Now, Mr. Styles, he has you listed as his emergency contact and, in a time like this, it is your decision.

We can either keep him on life support or we pull the plug and he will be gone by the end of the night." The doctor explained.

Harry started sobbing even harder. He now had to choose to let his boyfriend live in a vegetative state, most likely in pain, or pull the plug and loose him before the night was through. After a moments consideration he decided to let Louis go and spare him the pain.

Not even 3 hours later Louis heart monitor held a solid hum. He was now gone and all the boys were there to say good bye one last time. Liam, Niall and Zayn left Harry alone to say his final good bye.

"I'm so sorry." Harry said with tears pouring down his face. "I'm so sorry I did this to you, it's all my fault."

"Hey." A familiar voice called from behind Harry. "No it's not. I was the one being stupid and speeding."

Harry turned around and began shouting, "But it was me who caused you to leave in the first place! It's all my fault!" He grew quieter. "It's all my fault."

"Shh. No, it's not your fault." Louis said, reaching out to wipe the tears away from Harrys face. He pulled him in for one last hug. "Good bye Hazza."

He could feel the warmth of Louis around him. "Good bye Lou." And the warmth had gone cold and Harry was alone in his boyfriends hospital room, crying.