Louis' POV

"Hi Louis. We have a problem."

My throat began to feel as though it was constricting. My head hurt and my palms were sweaty. I silently prayed that this didn't have anything to do with Harry, but I got the feeling that it did. Why else would Liam call and sound so nervous?

"What's going on Liam?" I asked, noticing Harry's worried expression.

"Are you alone Lou?" Liam asked, "I don't want Harry to hear any of our conversation. He doesn't need the stress."

"Okay. One sec Liam," I said, turning to Harry, "I have to talk to Liam in the hallway. I'll be back in a moment, alright love?"

"What's this about? What's wrong?" I could see Harry's heart rate speeding up.

"Harry I don't know, but you can't afford the stress," I sighed, "please try to think positive and calm down. I'll see you soon."

"Okay," Harry mumbled, slowing down his breathing.

I walked out of the room and down the hallway. I saw the door leading to the cafeteria and, noticing no one was in there, I went inside. I smiled at the chefs and sat down at a table far away from the door, just in case someone came in. I didn't know what this call was about, but I couldn't afford someone finding out about Harry if they already didn't know.

"Alright Liam, I'm alone. Now what the hell is going on?" I asked, not prepared for the answer.

"Have you checked twitter?" Liam asked.

"Are you joking? Is that what this is about? Some stupid comment made on twitter," gosh I was getting pissed.

"Louis this is serious. Everyone on twitter knew about Harry's heart attack and a story just came on the news. They were talking about Harry's dramatic exit from Tony's talk show and about Harry being brought to the hospital. Apparently Tony was watching when we called the paramedics. He found out what was happening and told the news people everything. Louis they even had pictures of Harry being taken into the hospital, unconscious."

My heart stopped as he told me this. How could that bastard tell everyone about what happened with Harry. That was a personal thing and Tony just decided to let the world know. I swear the next time I see him I'll kill him. No, he doesn't deserve that. I'll lock him in a closet with a tiger and let maul him to pieces, but I won't let it kill him. Then I'll leave him in the closet to suff-

"Louis," Liam's voice cut me off from my thoughts, "you can't kill Tony."

"But why not?" I whined, angrily.

"Simon is already taking care of him. We don't need you going to jail because you decide to beat the crap out of him," Liam explained.

"Fine," I muttered, "what did Simon say he's going to do about the situation?"

"Well," Liam said, "he told me he wanted you to talk to Harry and see if he was ready to confirm all the rumors. If so then he's going to set up an interview with Kelly. You remember Kelly, right? I'm sure you do. She's so much better than Tony. Anyway if he's not ready Simon said we'll just take it one day at a time. He said we don't have to confirm or deny anything yet. He also said to call him once you've talked to Harry."

"Alright Liam," I sighed, "but I really don't want to upset him." I looked at the clock and noticed it was time for dinner.

"It's time for dinner and I don't want him to be too upset to eat. He already has enough problems with food. I don't want to add to it," I continued.

"I know you don't Lou," Liam said, "but Simon says he needs you to call before the nights over. He said it doesn't matter how late, but he needs the call before tomorrow morning so he can figure out where we are going."

"Will do Liam," I frowned, "but I'm not happy about it."

"I'm sorry that you have to do this. I would, but I figure Harry is closer to you," Liam said, "anyway, have fun with Harry."

"Will do," I chuckled, "have fun with Niall."

"How'd you know I was with him?"

"I didn't. It was a lucky guess, eh?" I laughed.

Liam laughed and we muttered our 'goodbyes'. I went over to the counter and ended up getting spaghetti and garlic bread with a pepsi. As I paid for the food and then brought it back to Harry's room I was freaking out. How was I supposed to tell someone who just had a heart attack that the entire world now knew, although it hadn't been confirmed, about his condition. What would that do to him? Would it stress him out so much he had another one? Dr. Halin had told us there was pretty much no chance of Harry surviving another heart attack like the one he had just had. What was I going to do?

"Hey Lou, how'd the call go?" I suddenly became aware the I was back in Harry's room.

Harry was sitting up in bed with his tray on a small table right next to him. Keith sat on the couch, looking slightly grumpy.

"It went okay, but there's something we need to talk about," I said, putting my food on another small table and sitting down in a my chair, next to his bed.

"Okay," Harry smiled, "oh, and I waited for you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I waited for you. I didn't want to eat anything until you came back. Keith wasn't to happy about it," Harry laughed.

"As long as you eat now," Keith sighed, getting up, "since you're back, Louis, I can leave. Just make sure you're with him to watch him eat and an hour after to make sure he doesn't purge."

"Yes sir!" I saluted as Keith left the room.

Turning to Harry, who was slowly putting a small forkful of rice in his mouth, I sighed. I suppose I had to tell him, but that didn't mean I liked it.

"So what is it we needed to talk about?" Harry asked, taking another bite of rice.

"Good job on eating love," I smiled slightly, "just remember you aren't going to get fat. You're going to get healthy and strong once again."

"That's what I keep telling myself," Harry said, "but back to the matter at hand, what was it we needed to talk about?"

"Harry you have to promise me you aren't going to panic," I said, "you can't afford to put too much stress on your heart so please promise me you'll stay in bed and not freak out."

"Everyone knows, don't they?" Harry mumbled, putting his fork down. Great I knew this was going to happen.

"Yeah, they do," I frowned, "but we haven't confirmed it. We would never do that without your permission. The world only knows what Tony told them and what the pictures the paps got of you being taken into the hospital show. They don't know if anything is certain."

"Tony told them?!" Harry asked, a little louder than before.

"Yes love, but we aren't allowed to do anything about it. Trust me I was ready to kill him too, but Simon is taking care of him," I told him.

"Alright," Harry calmed down, "go ahead and confirm it."

I was shocked, "what did you say?"

"I said to go ahead and confirm it," Harry said, "I mean, it's not like it's not true. Plus I feel that I'm going to be in the hospital and our fans shouldn't be fed lies. They should know the truth. Why are you looking at me like that?"

I laughed because I had been looking at him in awe, "you truly are amazing Harry Edward Styles."

"How so?" Harry laughed.

"Any other person would have taken forever to decide, but not you. You decide, because of the fans, to let the world know one of your darkest secrets," I smiled.

"It really is a no brainer," he mumbled, "the fans deserve to know the truth. There is one thing though."

"What is it?"

"I don't want them to know about the cutting," Harry said.

"Of course not," I agreed, "if you aren't ready then they don't have to know. We do, however need to discuss what we are going to do about that."

"Are you sure we have to do something about it?" He whined, "Can't I just keep doing it?"

"Harry I'm positive you know the answer to that," I frowned.

"Yeah, I do."

"Okay," I said, "I think what we need to do is take all of your blades and throw them away. Also you aren't allowed to spend more than five minutes in the bathroom, unless you are showering, that will help to make sure you aren't purging also. Finally I want to check your body, you can stay in your boxers, every night to make sure you have no fresh cuts."

"Aren't you being a little tough?" Harry asked.

"No Harry," I sighed, "I have to make sure you're okay. I feel responsible for you because I love you. If there is something I can do to make sure you aren't hurting yourself I'm going to do it!"

I looked at Harry, who's eyes were glistening. I began to panic thinking I had freaked him out. What had I said? Did he think I was smothering him? Oh my gosh I can't believe I did that. What if he hates me? I didn't mean to smother him I was just trying to show him how much I care. Finally I saw Harry's mouth open. Here it comes.

"Thank you so much boobear," Harry smiled, "I love you so much."

I sighed in relief, "I love you to Haz."

"I'm tired," Harry sighed, eyes closing on him already.

"Well then go to sleep, love," I laughed.

"Come lay with me," he said, scooting over slightly.

I laughed and took the empty tray from him, which he had placed in his lap during the conversation to start eating again. I was so proud that he had managed to eat a whole meal. I just hoped he would be able to continue this once he saw that he was gaining weight. I slid in next to him and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. After awhile I could hear his breathing even and I knew he was asleep. Reluctantly I got up carefully, making sure he didn't wake, and walked into the hallway. Grabbing my cellphone I pulled it out and dialed the number.

"Simon Cowell speaking."