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Louis was 18 when he first had to grow up. He had found a boy lying on the path. The boy had soft brown curls that rolled over his cheeks covering his face; he went over to ask if he was ok when he noticed the red.
The soft crimson liquid lay on the ground like a lake͵ the blood had flowed down the boys head to puddle on the path. With shaking hands he dialed 999, he said his location and info starring at the half died boy in-front of him. He noticed the way the boys curls where matted with blood, his face in a frown pulling on his pin lips, his eyes weakly open and filled with tears. No one would have found him up that side path if Louis hadn't been late, that audition and his broken alarm clock saved that boys life. That was the day Louis grew up. The day Louis knew, he was grown up.
2 months later.
Louis had gotten calmer since the accident͵ the boy who had had the accident was now in a comma. Harry Styles had been his name͵ Louis visited every week and now though of the boy as a friend. He would sit and talk to him on his coma͵ he discus' what Harry was like before the accident with Harry's mother. His mother loved Louis for 'saving' her little boy͵ Louis said he had saved him until he woke up. Louis was going to be there for harry when he wakes up͵ he was.
No matter how long.