I love you right and you did me wrong.

The room smells much too clean like anesthetics and disgusting clean.

The bed is not a bed but rather a lumpy mattress with a poor excuse for a blanket.

My head hurts far too much for me to open my eyes. Even the slight movement of me moving my head slightly on the pillow is murder.

A groan leaves my lips and I clutch the cold blanket in my fist.

"Baby," I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and don't bother hiding the second miserable groan that leaves me. "Where's my baby?" My eyes flutter open slowly and the air leaves my chest when I see Harry's face. "There you are. How do you feel?"

"You're in here." I croak with disbelief.

Harry's smile falters slightly and before he can speak Louis interrupts him and I finally realize he is there with a bitter face and a small bandage on his cheek. "I was surprised the prick even showed up to the accident." He saunters forward and snaps, "Move," at Harry who reluctantly gets up from the chair after kissing my head softly.

"Louis," I reach toward his head and I appreciate when Louis places my hand on his cheek instead. I rub my thumb along his bandage, "You're good? I love you, you're okay?"

He smiles softly down at me, a completely different look from the one he showed Harry. He nods, "I love you, Pretzel. I'm okay. You, darling, are the one who took the major blow. Luckily it was only a minor concussion. How are you feeling?"

"My head," I lean back down and close my eyes, "Hurts but I am fine. Sore but okay."

"You gave us all a scare," he begins playing with my hair gently. "Don't ever do that to me again. I'll kill you myself if you ever do."

I smile up at him, "Okay."

"Do you both want some food? I can... I'll send someone?" We both look at Harry and it saddens me how nervous and hesitant he sounds. He has his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the corner looking at us.

I see envy on his features and I know he sees sad in mine.

"Why don't you just go?" Louis mumbles annoyed.

"I told you I wasn't leaving my wife, Lou. Please don't start."

Louis rolls his eyes and with cruelty says, "You left your 'wife' a long time ago."

"Louis," I whisper, "Please."

He sighs and rolls his blue eyes again, "Fine, whatever, yes please. I'm starving so therefore Presley must be dying. We'd appreciate the gesture." Harry silently nods and leaves phone in hand.

"I fucking hate him," he grumbles laying his head on my pillow. He lays his arm over the top of my chest and sighs.

"You don't hate him," I softly remind him. "Louis, he's your best friend."

"No," he snaps immediately. He lifts his head and looks at me with a serious face. The kind of face that scares me with how sincere it is. "You are my best friend. You've always been my best friend."

"Louis," his name is all it takes for his eyes to cloud up. He hides his face in my neck and his body shakes as he cries. "Lou--"

He shakes his head against me, "He fucked up so bad, Presley. He did you so wrong and I'll be damned if I don't remind him every time I see his face." He wipes his eyes and shrugs, "He let me down and I'm so angry."

I cup his cheek as best as I can, "You're not angry, you're hurt. You miss him and I know you feel bad that you do but you shouldn't. It's okay to want your friend back. You won't lose me because you do."

"I already lost you once because of him."

I won't say anything to that. I really have nothing to say to that when it is a part of the truth I've lived.

"Relax a bit, Lou," I tut gently as I stare into the blue in his eyes. "Lay down with me and don't be a git anymore."

He huffs and gets in with me when I've moved away enough. We share my pillow as he wipes under his eyes. "This bed is awful is what this is. And this cover-- who in the hell chose this scratchy shit?"

"I told you to relax."

"Yes, relax, not be uncomfortable."

I roll my eyes, "When do I get to go home?"

"I think later today. Thank God."

I nod silently because I don't know how I'd be able to justify myself if I tell Louis that I'll miss Harry even though he was only here because of the circumstances.

"You okay?" Louis asks when he notices my somber features. I nod again because Louis will lose his shit if I even try to explain what I'm feeling. "I love you." He puckers his lips and moves in closer with high brows.

I move away laughing and Louis' grin increases. He slides his arm over my stomach and keeps me in place.

"Get away from me," I chortle, laughing at Louis happy grin."Lou--"

"Nu-uh, Pretzel, gotta kiss me first."

I can't help the laughter that leaves me and Louis' can't seem to make his smile smaller.

"You're filthy!" Louis beams at my laugh as I try to push him away.

"Let me kiss my girl," My sides are beginning to hurt from laughing so I still myself and roll my eyes when his grin gets impressively wider. "Finally! Come here," he puckers his lips again waiting for me to move closer.

"You're such a loser," I smile and lean in closer. "This better be a friendship thing you sick freak."

"Of course you're much too sad for my liking," he says with no heat and puckers up again.

I sigh and pucker up just like him and cross my eyes when he moves closer and grandma kisses me on the mouth.

"Food is on it-- What the fuck?"

I pull away so fast it must not be good for my head at the moment. We both look at Harry and I'm almost positive only my face is borderline demented.

Harry's angry face simmers down to a distressed one. He repeatedly opens his mouth to say something but no sounds come out. I want to reach out to him but that is not something I can do. I haven't done anything wrong to provoke such a look from him and he should not be hurt or angry for something that has nothing to do with him.

"I didn't know you two-- I thought you were still with Ben..." Harry says stumbling over his words. The green of his eyes has gotten deeper and his speech has gotten slower. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Well you did," Louis spits sitting up. "Thanks for ordering the food but you can leave. I've got it from here."

...The silence is as bitter as Harry's face and as loud as my thumping heart....

Notes

Someone please give me a good reason why Harry should get Pretzel back. Anyone.