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LOUIS' P.O.V.
The whole night is one big blur for me, but I could still remember parts of it after the boys told me what happened. I enjoyed all the drinks Derek had bought for everyone and I was already pretty drunk when we left the hotel, making a lot of noise while walking through the hotel. I think I even did some somersault on the corridor, thinking I was the new James Bond. I honestly don't even know what I was doing.
I hold Harry's hand while we were waiting in the queue in front of the club, giving zero fucks about what other people would think. Most Dutch people didn't seem to care anyway. Maybe because gay marriage has been legal for fourteen years here.
I remember grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him to the dance floor once we were inside. The atmosphere was really good. The music was loud and everyone was dancing, looking like they were having a great time.
I can't remember how it happened but at one moment Harry and I were grinding what quickly escalated into making out. It was the first time we kissed in public. I can still remember the carefree feeling. We thought we weren't being obvious, but probably half of our class saw it happening.
All the drinking had led to my bladder. After a while we pulled back to breathe. "Little Louis needs to wee wee", I giggly whispered into his ear while pointing at my dick. "I'll be right back", I added when he nodded. I turned around in search for the toilets. After two minutes of pushing through people and glancing around through my blurry view I found the toilets. I stumbled towards one of the urinals. Surprisingly easy, I got my penis out of my jeans, so I did my business. When I was done, I put it back with a little shake. I struggled with the zipper for a few seconds before I walked over to one of the many sinks. I quickly washed my hands and dried them off against my jeans.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here." I did recognise the voice, but I couldn't place it so I turned around. This was probably the moment where I should've run (as far as I could with my drunken head), but my feet were glued to the ground. I was now fully facing Jack and his two friends. "Did your boyfriend leave you all alone?"
"I don't need anyone to wipe my butt or to hold my penis", I replied, disgusted by the fact that Jack and his possy still existed.
"Listen, I'm not here to make any jokes!", he yelled aggressively while clutching my collar and pinning me against the wall. "Last night, you made a mistake and you're gonna pay for it." I gulped. The safe feeling from before was replaced with fear. These guys were some really dangerous shit and all I could think about was how the hell did Harry stand them for so long?
Before I knew the other two guys picked me up by my arms and led me towards the emergency exit. I screamed but no one else was in the toilets and the music was way too loud for people to hear my desperate screaming from the toilets. The door automatically closed behind us and I was immediately met with the cold air. I was only wearing a t-shirt and the wind felt like needles pricking into my skin.
They threw me against a brick wall. The blond one, Steven, held his hand on my mouth while both Steven and Dan pinned my arms against the wall. I felt their fingers pushing on my pulses. I wanted to scream but the hand was fully blocking my mouth.I was trying to fight back to free myself. I started kicking around and tried to move my arms, but they were too strong.I was sobering up a bit. I felt my phone vibrating in my back pocket which was probably Harry asking where I had gone.
"Now, Lewis", Jack spit, "I don't like people trying to attack me. Do you see this black eye?", he asked while pointing at his eye which indeed was bruised. "That's because of you and you're going to pay for it", Jack repeated, gritting through his teeth. Before I could even protest, I felt a fist hitting my eye followed by a stomp in my stomach. I winced from the pain but it wasn't audible. I slightly cringed. The beating went on and on. It felt like he'd never stop. I tried to kick them. My body wanted to protest but I was helpless. Tears were filling my eyes.
He used me as his punching bag until I came up with an idea. I pulled back a bit with my face before I bit Steven's hand with my teeth as hard as I could. "Ahh, fuck, you bastard!", he yelled while pulling back his hand. I took this as my chance to scream for help as hard as I could. Dan quickly put his hand in front of my mouth, but he was too late.
I heard some footsteps running towards us. "Louis!", I heard someone familiar screaming when they approached us. Soon I realised it was Harry but before I could respond I felt a fist hitting my head. I collapsed on the ground. I felt Harry’s hands gripping my waist. "Oh my god, Louis! Are you okay?!" "Harry", was the last thing I groaned before everything went black.
*
I slowly flickered my eyes open. I saw a white unfamiliar room. Is this what death is like?, I wondered. I looked down at my chest and saw Harry's arm was wrapped around my waist. He lied next to me, still asleep. I was wearing a light blue, thin gown and I soon realised I was in a hospital. "You're awake", I heard a calm, familiar voice on my left. I shook my head to the left and winced from the pain.
"Yeah, you better be careful. You got a bruised chest and you might have a concussion and broken your arm when you collapsed, but a doctor will come for that later", Liam said. Zayn was sleeping with his head in Liam's lap while Niall was sleeping in the chair next to them.
"What happened?", I asked confused. "I can't remember anything from last night."
"Jack and his possy beat you up in an ally last night", Liam said, his puppy eyes showing pity.
"Oh", was all I could say.
"We already warned your family and the police last night." I turned to look at the opposite corner of the room where our counsellor, Mrs. Evans sat. "Harry and you can give a statement to the police later. You might want to call your mum back, she was very worried."
"Oh god. She's going to kill me when I get home", I groaned.
We all turned our heads towards the door when a nurse walked in. "Oh, I see you're awake now. Good morning, my name is Vera", she said in a not too bad English accent while politely shaking my hand. She couldn't have been older than 40 and had a reassuring smile on her face. "I need to do some little tests on you." She grabbed a chair and sat down next to the bed. "Now, Louis, how do you feel right now?"
"My head hurts like hell and I feel a bit dizzy."
"That's normal. We already measured your blood pressure and it's alright. What is the last thing you remember from yesterday?"
"Uhmm", I thought for a second, trying to remember things from last night but it was one black hole. "It's okay, take your time", Vera told me. "I remember being on a boat on the canals. I don't know what happened after that. I can't even remember what we had for dinner."
"That was last afternoon?", Vera asked while looking at Liam and Mrs. Evans who both nodded. "Okay, then you probably have a slight concussion. That's not too bad. You've been very lucky your friends were on time. We'll give you some light medication and I suggest you not too stay in the light for too long. You will get parts of your memory back later." I nodded while listening to what Vera was saying and mentally thanking my friends.
"Now let's have a look at your arm. We need to take some pictures of your arm to see if it's broken or not." I slowly got out of the bed, trying not to wake Harry while Liam helped me. "Do you want me to come with you?", Liam asked me while I started following Vera. "Yeah, that'd be nice, actually", I said before Liam put his arm around my shoulders. Mrs. Evans decided to stay in the room incase one of the boys woke up.
We followed Vera into the röntgen picture studio. She told me to sit down and put my left arm on the table. She carefully held a machine above my arm that made a röntgen scan.
A few minutes after the scan she came back with the result. "Unfortunately, it's indeed broken so we need to put your arm in a cast."
So we followed the nurse again and not even an hour later my arm was covered in a pink cast, because I knew it was Harry's favourite colour. "Here are some painkillers for your concussion. You're officially discharged from the hospital, but you need to rest so take it easy for the next couple of days", she said while handing me a little box.
"Thank you," I answered while looking at the little box that was now lying in my hand.
"You're welcome, enjoy the rest of your stay in Amsterdam!"
"We will!", Liam said before we said our goodbyes and walked back to my hospital room.
As soon as we entered the room I was attacked by Harry almost flying at me. "Oooh my god, Louis! Are you okay?!", he asked while wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
"Oofff, careful there, babe. I still got bruises on my chest and all."
"I'm so sorry", he gasped while he loosened his grip.
"It's okay babe." Honestly, what even is this kid. Harry is too kind. What did I do to deserve someone like him? "Look, I chose a pink cast and I'm allowed to leave the hospital."
"I love it! Well, I don't mean I love that you have a cast on your arm, because you're hurt, but I really like the colour", Harry rambled. I chuckled. "I understand, Haz. Shall we go back to the hotel then?", I asked while looking up and realising the rest of the boys were still in the room as well. When I was with Harry I tend to forget everything around me.
They all agreed and half an hour later the white taxi van arrived at the hotel we were staying at. It was around 4pm so we decided to stay in the hotel for the rest of the day. When we entered the hotel, Harry suddenly released his grip on my waist, leaving us all confused. "Harry what are you doing?", I asked as he walked towards the reception.
I saw him talking to one of the blonde receptionists with his charming smile and not even a minute later he came back with the biggest grin on his face, dimples showing on both sides of his face. "I got a black marker!" he yelled in triumph. "Now we can all write something on your cast!" Could he get any cuter? On my face was probably the biggest fond look ever, but I couldn't care less about that at that moment.
About an hour later we were in our room, watching the new episode of Game of Thrones while waiting for dinner. I had called my mum and at first she was angry, probably just out of concern, but after that she was happy that I was doing alright. I smiled as I looked at my cast which was now filled with messages from the boys surrounding me.
"GET BETTER SOON, BOO. I LOVE YOU ❤❤" - H."
"Get well soon mate, we love ya - Nialler, Payno, Zaynie" which Zayn finished with a drawing of me with a cast around my arm.
At 6pm we finally went down to grab some dinner. Harry was holding my hand as we walked closer to the room where the buffet was held. I dropped his hand when we entered the room, not wanting our classmates to see us holding hands. He gave me a hurt expression in response, making me feel guilty. "Sorry, Haz", I whispered.
"Why not?", Harry asked referring to the hand holding.
"What do you mean? I thought we agreed not to do it in front of our classmates?", I said while giving him a confused expression.
"I thought after what happened last night and everyone knowing already we could-"
"What do you mean everyone knowing already?"
"Oh, of course you can't remember. We..uhm..we kind of made out in de middle of the club last night and we thought we were being invisible but literally everyone saw so yeah..", Harry said while awkwardly grabbing his neck.
"Did we really make out in the middle of the club?", I asked amused.
"Yeah, we did", Harry chuckled as I grabbed his hand and lead him to the buffet with a proud smile on my face.