Last First Kiss (Sequel to "This Kiss", COMPLETED!)

*You must read the first one to understand this*
When you go back to school in September (or in our case late August) and people ask you how your summer was. And they except you to tell them that it was great! You went to the beach, met a cute guy blablabla! Well that's partly true for me. Sure my parents died and I was forced to move to California to live with my grandmother. But that could happen to anyone. I nearly died in a surfing accident, met Louis Tomlinson (and fell even more in love with him), broke his heart, watched my friends fall in love with 2 of his friends, forced to have the annoying (but beautiful) Eleanor Calder live with me and drive me completely insane, and on top of all that my ex-boyfriend Jack shows up and kidnaps me. And yes I'm still in his custody. Will I get saved? Who knows? Just read it(:
Cover by InnocentlyBeautiful :) Copyright ©


12. Coma

A/N: HOLA CHICAS BONITAS!! And if you're a chico, you're beautiful too, no worries. :) Hey, it's InnocentlyBeautiful here. SORRY! I've been grounded and stuff. But a LOT has happened since I've last wrote, huh? Olivia getting run over. Elizabeth and Niall losing his memory! Me being in a coma...for...who knows how long... Louis staying by my side (OKAY IS THAT NOT THE CUTEST THING SINCE SKIRTS I MEAN REALLY). So, I won't keep y'all waiting anymore. Here's Chapter 12. :)




I heard shifting weight near my head. Soft breathing was on my face.

"Bianca?" it was barely a whisper. Bianca... Bianca... I was Bianca. My eyes moved from under my lids. 

"Bianca..." the whisper tickled my ear. The voice as sweet as honey, and thick with an emotion I couldn't quite place, whispered my name as if it were a secret between him and I. My eyelids fluttered open, letting me see ceiling tiles. 

"Oh my God! Bianca!" cried someone next to me. Their arms wrapped around me and I gasped, breathing in air. I smelled a very sweet smell, and relaxed in the person's arms, I knew who it was.

"Louis....can't....breathe...." I panted. He quickly let go of me. I turned over and my eyes met beautiful blue eyes. His eyes alone took my breath away.

"Where am I?" I asked, not looking away from him. 

"The hospital."

"How long have I been in the hospital?" I asked him.

"Around two months....maybe three?" he said.

"Have you been here this whole time?" He blushed. 

"Yeah..." That made my heart race faster, making the machine next to me beep really quickly. I blushed deeply as he smiled a little to himself. 

"Do you remember what happened?" asked Louis. I thought for a moment... And then that one day came rushing back:


Sirens, lots of them. A mumbled, or maybe shouted, unintelligible word echoed around the room. 

"We have you surrounded," the voice was distant.

"Come and get me you bunch of--" more unintelligible words. I blinked my swollen eyes. Everything was blurry... Some little man was jumping up and down, searching for something. 

"If you come any closer, I'll kill her," he shouted at the ceiling. His voice was loud. So loud. I cringed at his anger. He kept searching for something. A gun. A knife. Something.

Door opened with a clang. There were doors? Clicking. Clicking of heels echoed around. Closer and closer. Big men came in first. Grabbing the man....Jack....before he could shoot me, or himself. He shot wildly around the room, at the ceiling. The sound made me cringe. Loud. Too loud. There were more clicking, closer and closer. A girl with beautiful dark hair came closer.

"Eleanor?" the sound barely choked out of my swollen lips. 

"Oh God, Bianca, you should see yourself. You look terrible," she said coming closer. I tried to mouth 'Thanks a lot' but my lips wouldn't move anymore.

"Louis and I....we planned everything. I have lots of connections and stuff. I mean, he does too, but Jack was tracking his every move. So, like, he asked for my help. Jack wasn't tracking me, see? We found you. You'll be safe, but you have to stay awake. Some doctors explained to me that you might have severe head trauma just by what we saw on that video. You have to keep talking to me, okay?" explained Eleanor, untying me. The big men dragged Jack away. A glint of his eyes. A smirk on his lips. And then he was gone.

"Louis?" I mouthed.

"Yes, Louis. He'll be with you soon, I promise."

"Thank you," I said hoarsely. Eleanor teared up.

"We're family, Bianca. No matter what happens, we'll be like sisters. Wouldn't that be so CUTE?" Oh not THAT again...



I blinked my eyes, taking myself away from the memory. 

"Yes, I remember," I said. I smiled at Louis, "You helped me."

"Eleanor did the rescuing, but yeah, I helped you," Louis smiled back. Hesitantly, and admittedly awkwardly, I leaned over and hugged him. He hugged me back and I realized that in his arms I felt safe... He saved me...

"So, you wanna know what's been happening since you've been gone?" he asked after our awkward hug.

"Yes please."

"Okay, so, you went into a coma and Harry took Niall's phone, broke up with Elizabeth--"


"Yeah, it was horrible... He made up for it, because he gave plane tickets to Elizabeth and Olivia to go and visit them. I'll call them later about you being awake, but their in London see, and everything's kind of crazy at the moment."

"Why? What happened?"

"Well, Niall was in a coma for a little while, and then amnesia. And then Elizabeth got attacked, recently, and Olivia and Liam got into this huge fight and Olivia was in the hospital because a car ran over her." I sat up quickly, which hurt a little, my head was still a bit foggy. 


"Calm down, she'll be fine."

"When are we flying to London?" I asked, trying to get up so I could get dressed or something. Louis had to physically hold me down to the hospital bed.

"Really, Bianca, she's fine."

"She is?" I asked, looking up into his blue eyes.

"She is." I relaxed and lay back into my pillows.

"Maybe I should call her though..."

"Later... Harry was here."

"He was?"

"Yeah. He left recently, but he's been as worried about you as I have been. Even though there has been all this stuff happening between him and Elizabeth, that doesn't mean he's a horrible person," said Louis, defending his best mate for all of his actions.

"I know." Then I remembered, "Shouldn't you guys be getting ready for the tour and everything?" 

" that..." said Louis quietly, a hand on the back of his neck.

"What?" I asked. He didn't say anything.

"You really did quit..." I whispered quietly. It's all my fault. If I wasn't--He cupped my face into my hands.

"I took an extended vacation for you. I had to be near you. I didn't know if you were going to stay this way forever or not... I considered the possibility that I may have to quit One Direction," he looked at my face, "But I didn't. So, everything's fine, okay? It's not your fault. Really, it's not. It's mine for letting my feelings for you get so strong..."

"Louis..." I said quietly, turning away from him.

"I know you broke up with me. I understand that. I've accepted that... But haven't I proved to you that I love you? Or if it isn't love, that I at least care about you more than any other girl, besides my sisters and mother, out there?" I looked in the opposite direction for a long time. 

"I can't... Louis, I just can't go back into a relationship with you. Look at all the trouble we've caused by BEING in a relationship in the first place. I won't deny that you have feelings for me.... But look at the facts. If we never have met, Eleanor wouldn't have come. She wouldn't have brought Jack with her. I wouldn't have been in this mess okay? Maybe... Maybe, it's a sign from God that we were just never meant to be..."


"No, listen Louis. I almost DIED. That son of a bitch almost KILLED me, okay? I can't just get over that. And thinking about it now, don't you think that never would have happened if we never met? It was a domino effect. I met you, and everything bad fell into place."

"Are you saying you regret ever meeting me?" asked Louis sitting back, his eyes cold.

"I'm not saying that... I could never regret meeting you. You were my real first boyfriend... And I won't deny the feelings I had for you...the feelings I might still have for you...." Louis looked up and met my eyes with surprise, I kept going, "But the timing wasn't right. Maybe if I met you later in my life, things would've worked out perfectly..."

"So, you're not taking me back...."

"I'm sorry for wasting your time, Louis. the I can't take you back." Louis stood up, his head turned away from me. His jaw was clenched, his hands balled up into fists. I felt tears well up in my brown eyes as I looked at my hands. 

"I'm so sorry, Louis... I just..."

'I get it."

"It's not you... I just need some time... Some time to grow up..."

"Bianca, I get it." With that, he walked forwards and out of the hospital room. Possibly walking out of my life for good. I finally let the tears out as I rolled onto my side and clutched my knees. 

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