It wouldn't be the Same Without You

Who would've thought a shy girl could steal the heart of funny-boy Louis Tomlinson? He brings out a shining light in her, and they fall harder and harder for each other... Until something tears them apart...


25. Wake up

Louis' POV
"NO! NO!" I yell, banging against the door, "DO SOMETHING! I CANT LOSE HER!" I bang my hands against the door, over and over again, hoping the doctors would hear me.
"PLEASE?! I LOVER HER! Please.." The doctors were shouting again, and I heard the shock of her heart being started again. I let out a sigh of relief, and lower my shaking, sobbing body to the floor.

When I opened my eyes, I was sitting in one of the hard, plastic chairs in the waiting room. I glanced around and saw everyone's distressed faces. The girls were sobbing, and even the lads looked like they had shed a few tears.
"Is she-" I couldn't finish the sentence. Luckily Zayn knew what I meant.
"No mate, she's still here. She's just out of theatre now." I sigh again, and lift myself to my feet. I needed to see her.
"Umm... Which room is Alesha in?" I ask the nurse at the front desk. She scrolls her finger down a page, before pointing me down a hall.
"Room 221. First door on your left. No visitors, just family." She replied.
"I AM family." I say. I nod at her unbelieving face and shuffle towards her door. I jerk my arm back as I reach for the door. I couldn't do it. I did this to her. It was my fault she nearly died, that she was stabbed. That she no longer is safe. I step back and take a deep breath, then reached for the handle.
She looked small, fragile, the way she was sleeping on the bed. Her body was wired up to multiple machines, each monitoring a different thing. Her face was washed out, but not as pale as before. Her dirty blonde hair was mattered around her head, and her mouth was slightly open. A few spots of blood marked her gown. I slumped down in the chair beside her bed and grasped her hand. She didn't squeeze back like I was used to. I started to rub circles around her palm, like I knew she liked me to do- it always made he laugh. The tears formed in the brim of my eyes again, and I brushed them away.
"Please..." I found myself whispering, "Please...."
I just needed her to say something, so I knew she was alright. I needed her to squeeze my hand, or pinch me. Something.

"Shut the door
Turn the light off
If I wanna be with you
I wanna feel your love
I wanna lay beside you
I cannot hide this
Even though I try
Heartbeats harder
Time escapes me
Trembling hands touch skin
It makes this harder
And the tears stream down my face

If we could only have this life for one more day
If we could only turn back time
You know I'll be your life, your voice, your reason to be
My love, my heart is breathing for this
Moment, in time
I'll find the words to say
Before you leave me today."

I sang to her. I sang every song off both our albums. I sang all of her favourite songs by other artists, yet she didn't wake up. My voice had gone dry and sore hours ago, and my legs where numb for sitting for hours on end. The door clicked open, and I glanced up to see the doctor entering.
"There is strictly no visitors, apart from family, Mr Tomlinson." He states sternly. I look at him pleadingly.
"Please? I have to be here when she wakes up." The doctor sighs, then scans his eyes over his clipboard.
"The anesthetic should wear off any minute now." He said, before leaving the room again.
I rub her hand again, hoping to hurry the anesthetic.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
The minutes ticked by, and her eyes didn't open. I yawned, and rested my head against her bed, hoping to close my eyes, just for a minute. I counted the sheep in my mind, like I'd been taught as a kid, and was just about to drift off she she stirred.

My eyes popped open and I squeezed her hand. Her brown eyes flickered open, taking in her surroundings. She groaned, then turned towards me.
"Where-" she stops mid sentence, before bursting into tears and screaming at me.
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