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...


14. Will we get there?

Alesha's POV
The doctor flipped through the pages on the clipboard, a permanent frown plastered on his porcelain face. He paused, scanning all our faces, before clearing his throat again.
"Mr Tomlinson has received multiple broken ribs, a fractured shoulder and bruising," he paused again, "But apart from that, he'll be fine."
My knees gave way below me as I let out a cry of relief. He was going to be alright. He's alright. Relief passed on everyone's faces. Lily helped me back to my feet and hugged me. I turned back towards the doctor.
"Can we see him?" I ask. I just needed to see him.
"Yes, he is able to have visitors."
We all filed into the small room, silent. Louis was laying in a large, white bed, wearing only a hospital gown, and a sling holding up his arm. His face was still battered and bruised against his stark- white face. He fluttered his eyes open when he heard us entering.
"He- Hey." His voiced croaked, and he licked his cracked lips. He tried to sit, but flinched in pain. I ran over to his side and took his hand.
"I was so worried about you." I told him, and he squeezed my hand in returned.
"No need to worry. I'm invincible!" Even when he was injured he was still cracking jokes. The others gathered around Louis' bed, and he smiled at all of them.
"Were you guys worried too?" He added with his mouth turned upwards into a grin.
"Why wouldn't we be?" Niall answered, "You're our mate!"
Louis laughed.
"You guys LOVE me!"
We all laughed. God, if something had happened to him....

"It's time for Mr Tomlinson to get some rest." The nurse ordered, sticking her head around the door. A round of complaints went around, before the others walked out of the door, wishing Louis well. I clinged to his hand again.
"Please stay with me?" He pleaded. He obviously didn't want to be alone in this lonely place.
"I want to." I replied. I sighed, and looked down at our entwined hands. He was rubbing his thumb in a circular motion over palm. His touch made my skin tingle. I wanted to stay with him in this cold, bland building, holding his hand and listening to his voice. I wanted to feel his arms around me as we slept.
"Well stay."
Louis put his warm hand on my cheek and leaned in, closing the distance between us. I breathed out, not realizing I had been holding my breath, knowing what was coming. I closed my eyes, taking in the moment, when the door flew open and the room was filled with shouts.
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