The Day I Met You (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

20 year old Taylor Cole is a homeless girl. She was left battered by her ex boyfriend and dumped in a adoption centre when she was a baby...
Taylor thinks she has really hit rock bottom when someone special meets her while busking....

Ps. My first fanfic.

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33. Last Day?

Louis POV

I look down at my watch, it's almost 1 am,

"Louis?" Taylor weakly whispers in my arms, she's stayed there for four hours already.

"Yes, babe?"

"I don't think that I can stay much longer."

"Shush, love, you'll be alright, I swear." I say, stroking  her soft hair like when we first met.

"Be honest, this is what Aaron wants, for me to be dead, and for to be heartbroken." Tears begin to fall from my eyes, knowing that this is true.

"Let's make our time together worth it." She sighs, "Shit! My eyesight's going fuzzy"

Aaron's POV

Lying on a broken sofa, with half a can of beer. Heaven. I need money, fast, mainly for my fags and beer and maybe a new flat. 

Taylor and Louis' friends. With the excitement, I stamp up to the broom cupboard.

"Look, I'll let you go if you give me some cash." I announce, my face close to Louis'

"OK, how much?" He says.

" £150,000."

"I don't even carry around that much money!"

"Well write me a check then!" I demand, shoving it in his hand. He scribbles it down quickly and hands it back. Smirking, I undo the handcuffs and push then out the door. Ha, bad for them, they don't even know where they are, they'll be wondering about helplessly at midnight.

"I got the money." I say over the phone to Bob, my friend.

"Good, I'll be at yours in half an hour." Then he hangs up, leaving me with a check. I go out of my door, then drive off somewhere.

Louis POV

We'd just been let go, Taylor seems half dead in my arms.

After twenty minutes of running, I stop in a alleyway with a streetlamp.

Her eyes flutter open, and her hands move down to her stomach. "Louis, it's soaked through." She says, lifting up the cloth, which was dripping with her blood. Panicking, I rip another piece of my clothes, then tie it around her stomach, and her wrist, which was just cut.

"Do you have a phone?" I ask gently.

"Yes."

"Where is it?" She points to her back pocket, she tries to move, but cries out in pain. I take out the phone, which is stained with blood.

"Harry, we're in a bit of trouble right now, can you come and get us?"

"Err, sure, where are you?"

"Umm..." I say, looking around, "Near the ninety-sixty station."

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Quick as you can, mate." I say before hanging up.

"Babe, Harry's coming, hang on for a bit." I whisper, kissing her gently. She nods lightly, then closes her eyes.

***

"LOUIS!" Yells a voice.

"Harry!" I say, recognising it. Niall, Liam and Zayn run out of the doors, then help me carry Taylor into the car.

"Guys, where's the nearest hospital?" I say, panicked.

 "It's about 10 miles away, chances are she won't make it, with all this traffic.

"Well, its worth  a try!"

"Trust me, her blood levels are already 50%."

"Ambulance?"

"No signal here." Harry says while driving. "

"Seriously?!"

"I brought a first aid kit." Says Liam, fumbling about in the back seat. "Got it, here."

I quickly open it, and get some antiseptic and a bandage, but the blood immediately soaked through. "Harry, its worth a try, please, can we at least try to get to the hospital?"  He nods firmly, then he speeds up as the traffic begins to move.

"Where almost here, guys." Calls Harry from the front. He pulls up at the hospital car park in about fifteen minutes.

Paramedics come rushing out and take her out of my arms.

"Mr. Tomlinson, were taking her in for immediate care." Says a paramedic.

The guys rub my back while I cry silently in the orange plastic chairs.

"Operation has gone well, she's gaining blood at a medium speed now, for now, she's still sleeping, so for now, you can go home and come back in the morning." Says a male doctor before turning to leave.

"Guys, let's pack it up and camp in the car." I say, standing up. The boys follow me, and then we all try to fall asleep, but none of us do. I guess we were wondering whether she would be OK or not.

-We heard about what happened, what do you want us to tell the press?- Texts the management.

-Please, I'm in a tight spot, ask me tomorrow- 

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